Chapter 291 - 291 Chapter 291. Angered to The Point of

291 Chapter 291. Angered to The Point of

Mo Qian spoke in a low voice and stopped Zhuang Xian from leaving. He looked at Lei Cheng and turned his wheelchair around. He looked at Zhuang Xian and asked, “What did Lei Cheng mean? What happened to your hand?”

Zhuang Xian was silent. In Mo Qian’s eyes, her feet seemed to have been weighed down by a thousand pounds, and she could not move at all.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, Lei Cheng was somewhat puzzled. He hoped he had not said too much and caused a bad thing, right? Zhuang Xian didn’t mention her arm injury to Mo Qian. The relationship between the two of them seemed somewhat ambiguous, but they didn’t seem like a couple at all! It wasn’t a very intimate feeling!

Lei Cheng thought of the phone call Mo Qian gave him before he came over and looked at him with a strange expression.

“I’m fine now. I’m doing pretty well.” Zhuang Xian pretended to be calm and said. After tidying her hair that the wind had messed up, she politely nodded to Lei Cheng and continued, “Instructor Lei, I’ll leave you to your chat. I’m a little tired and want to rest in my room. See you tomorrow!”

After she finished speaking, she did not wait for Lei Cheng’s reply and walked straight away from the two people. The young girl was wearing a dark camouflage Military training suit, and her movements were agile as she hid into the night.

Lei Cheng looked at Zhuang Xian’s departing figure in a daze. The words he wanted to say to keep her disappeared when he turned around and saw Mo Qian’s gloomy face.

After gulping, Lei Cheng found his voice. “What’s wrong? Did you make her angry? You still didn’t manage to coax her! Sigh, young girls are all like this, getting angry at the slightest thing; you can’t even tell when you’ll offend them!”

Lei Cheng had not seen Mo Qian for a long time, so it was inevitable that he was a little talkative. He nagged as if he had not noticed Mo Qian’s gloominess and haze.

“When I heard you on the phone today, I was still wondering! When did you, Mo Qian, start to like young college students? But when I heard you say it was Zhuang Xian, I could understand!” As Lei Cheng spoke, he slowly walked behind Mo Qian. After letting out a sigh of relief, he continued, “A perfect match made in heaven. It’s just how to describe the two of you. How beautiful will the children be if you two get married in the future? It is unimaginable! But Zhuang Xian is only 17 or 18 years old; your journey to court your wife will be long!”

Lei Cheng was very straightforward; he said whatever he thought of, so he didn’t care that his words made Mo Qian feel complicated and bitter.

Mo Qian smiled wryly and raised his head slightly to look at him. He sighed and said, “Are you done, Captain Lei? We haven’t seen each other for long, but you’re still so talkative!”

“That’s because we’re friends. If it were someone else, I wouldn’t even bother with them!” As Lei Cheng spoke, he looked at Mo Qian’s leg with a complicated expression, “You still know that we haven’t seen each other for a long time? It had been almost half a year since we last met, right? I’ve seen through your personality of not ‘coming to the temple’ without reason. When you’re useful, we’re friends. You don’t even pay attention to us when you’re not useful, right?”

Mo Qian’s expression was calm. He looked at the boundless night sky and said matter-of-factly, “What else?”

Lei Cheng looked at young master Mo’s indifferent and fearless appearance and shook his head with a laugh. He raised his hand to hold the handle of the wheelchair and laughed, “Alright, I know! In any case, I can’t take advantage of you verbally.”

Whether it was Mo Qian’s previous high-spirited youth appearance or his calm appearance that had transformed into a butterfly in recent years, the aura on his body was always something that people yearned for!

“Tell me about Zhuang Xian’s hand injury.”

Lei Cheng’s movements stopped, and he confusedly asked: “She didn’t tell you anything? Don’t you like her? Why do I feel like she doesn’t like you?”

This was the second time the qi thunder had struck Mo Qian in this short period. He furrowed his brows slightly and said indifferently, “You talk a lot.”

When Lei Cheng heard Mo Qian’s tone, he knew he was about to get angry, so he quickly said, “Good, good, good! I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Zhuang Xian was having her military training on Blue Eagle Mountain this afternoon when An Ye attacked her. You know about this, right?”