Bamboo Horse Green Plum: The Exclusive Sweetheart of the School Grass

Chapter 45 You try to protect him again?
Duan Youxun nodded with a gentle smile on his face: "Well, do you know where she went?"

"Qianxia is sick, so she asked for leave and didn't come."

"Is she sick?" Duan Youxun's face froze, with a look of worry on his face.

Song Ke'er was also taken aback by his reaction, she nodded: "That's right, she's sick..."

"Thank you." After that, Duan Youxun bypassed her and walked towards the corner of the stairs. For some reason, when he heard that Tang Qianxia was sick and asked for leave, his heart immediately rose to his throat.

Song Ke'er looked blankly at Duan Youxun, who was leaving anxiously, and the delicate face slowly turned dark.

Mojia Manor.

A black Maybach parked steadily at the door of the Mojia manor. Duan Youxun pushed the door and came down with a box of high-end supplements in his hand. He looked up at the elegant Chinese-style villa of the Mojia, and then stepped forward. walked in.

living room……

A young, dignified and elegant boy in white was sitting on a black leather sofa.

Duan Youxun stood at the door and knocked, and Mo Hanxuan looked sideways at Duan Youxun, who was standing at the door wearing the uniform of Aulette College, and frowned.

Duan Youxun raised his lips and smiled, then walked into the living room with long legs.

Mo Hanxuan stood up abruptly, looking at Duan Youxun with anger in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" His tone was full of hostility, obviously dissatisfied with his presence.

"Of course I came to see Qianxia." Duan Youxun said slowly, looking at Mo Hanxuan's hostile face with a half-smile.

"Who allowed you to come in? Huh?" Mo Hanxuan glared at him angrily, with the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"I didn't come here to look for you, Young Master Mo, I came to see Qianxia."

The positions of the two are in stark contrast, one is calm and arrogant, the other is cold, domineering and authoritarian.

If Mo Hanxuan is the ice of Antarctica, then Duan Yuxun must be the blazing sun.

Mo Hanxuan stepped up to him and lifted him up by his tie, without giving him any face.

Anyway, he, Duan Youxun, was also a boy of 1.8 meters, but Mo Hanxuan picked him up easily.

Mo Hanxuan's eyes stared at Duan Youxun as if they were about to spew fire, but Duan Youxun was very calm, with almost no unnecessary expression on his face.

The air was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke, and the two teenagers were burning with a red flame and a blue flame.

"Heh, who approved you to see her? Huh?" The clear and uncompromising tone made people feel extremely angry.

"Do I need to make an appointment with you before I come to see Qianxia?" Duan Youxun raised his lips and sneered: "Qianxia is not your accessory, why are you so domineering?"

With a wave of his fist, Mo Hanxuan punched Duan Youxun mercilessly in the face. Duan Youxun was directly beaten down on the coffee table by him, with a trace of bright red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior, are you alright!"

Tang Qianxia looked at Duan Youxun in panic, who was beaten by Mo Hanxuan and fell on the coffee table with his head slightly tilted. Regardless of the pain in his ankle, he strode to Duan Youxun's side and supported his arm, his small face Worried looks written all over it.

Duan Youxun handsomely reached out to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Tang Qianxia who was full of worry with his eyes dazed: "I'm fine..."

Mo Hanxuan looked at Tang Qianxia worried about Duan Youxun in a nonchalant manner, feeling agitated in his heart.

Tang Qianxia supported Duan Youxun, looked sideways at Mo Hanxuan who was full of anger and pointed with resentment, "Mo Hanxuan, can you stop always doing it when you disagree?"

How dare this girl say that about him!
He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth tightly, and his face was full of gloom: "Stinky girl! How dare you try to defend him!"

"What's wrong with me defending the senior?" Tang Qianxia raised her chin and glared at Mo Hanxuan angrily: "Can you stop being so childish?!"

"Stinky girl, you still dare to call this young master childish!" Mo Hanxuan squinted his eyes, as if an ice edge could pop out of his cold eyes at any time: "Are you impatient with life?! Huh?"

Tang Qianxia was about to open her mouth to say something, Duan Youxun reached out and shook Tang Qianxia's arm to signal Tang Qianxia not to quarrel with Mo Hanxuan because of him.

Tang Qianxia pursed her lips and ignored Mo Hanxuan, looking at Duan Youxun's cheeks swollen by Mo Hanxuan with a guilty face: "Senior, are you... is your face okay?"

Duan Youxun smiled and then frowned: "Hiss, it really hurts to hear you say that."

"I'm sorry, senior..." Tang Qianxia looked at him a little guilty. If it wasn't for coming to see her, the senior would not have been beaten by this unreasonable demon for no reason.

Tang Qianxia raised her eyes filled with water vapor and looked at Duan Youxun: "Why don't I treat your wound later."

"Okay." Duan Youxun smiled.

So the two ignored Mo Hanxuan who was standing aside and walked to the second floor on their own, chatting and laughing.

Mo Hanxuan was almost pissed off by Tang Qianxia's behavior. He stared at Tang Qianxia's back irritably, only then did he realize that Duan Youxun was helping Tang Qianxia who was handicapped upstairs.

When Tang Qianxia wasn't paying attention, Duan Youxun looked at Mo Hanxuan with a smug gleam in his side eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly. That expression, that look in his eyes seemed to be demonstrating against Mo Hanxuan.

Mo Hanxuan's side hand tightly grasped the fabric of his trousers, his eyes were coldly staring at the two smiling so sweetly.

Mo Hanxuan was about to have a heart attack from anger, so he hurriedly followed.

This is Mo Hanxuan's home, when did it become the place where Duan Youxun and that smelly girl fell in love? !

Tang Qianxia's room...

Duan Youxun was sitting on Tang Qianxia's big sky blue bed. Tang Qianxia carefully took ice cubes and applied them to his swollen face. The warm sunlight came in, making the room bright.

Mo Hanxuan leaned against the door with his arms folded and stared at Tang Qianxia who was treating Duan Youxun's wound with a displeased expression, and the anger in his heart gradually rose.

"Senior, why did you come here suddenly today?"

Tang Qianxia packed up the things on the table and sat on the sofa looking at Duan Youxun's gentle and handsome face.

"I heard that you were sick today, so I planned to come over to see you, but I didn't expect..." Duan Youxun looked sideways at Mo Hanxuan who was standing outside the door looking foolish.

"I'm almost fine now, but it's not very convenient to walk..." Tang Qianxia looked down at her swollen ankle and sighed softly: "I'm sorry senior, I made you worry."

Duan Youxun looked at Tang Qianxia with a smile and stroked her hair pamperingly: "You little girl, you must learn to take care of yourself in the future, don't always get yourself bruised and bruised."

Tang Qianxia blushed subconsciously, and she raised her head blankly like a kitten that has been plucked down, looking obsessively at Duan Youxun, whose smile is always as gentle as water: "Senior..."

(End of this chapter)