The most ruthless is her

Jian Shuo's movement of biting the corner of Ruan Mohan's lips froze for a moment.

The hands around Ruan Mohan's slender waist did not let go, they were still hugging tightly, getting tighter and tighter.

He buried his head in Ruan Mohan's neck, rubbed it twice, and then bit down hard.

Ruan Mohan continued to stare at the burning smoke between his fingers.

"You are my medical research subject, remember?" Ruan Mohan said softly, "A person without emotion, remember?"

Jian Shuo bit her lip at the base of her neck, and suddenly exerted force.

There was a slight pain in the shoulder.

Then, Jian Shuo relaxed, and the hands around her waist also loosened and hung down.

"What are you talking about?" Jian Shuo's voice sounded, strange, charming, and cold.

No perception, no emotion.

She raised her head, raised her hand, and pinched Ruan Mohan's chin.

Forcing Ruan Mohan's light brown eyes to meet her pair of black pupils: "You don't still feel narcissistic, I have feelings for you, do you?"

Ruan Mohan looked into the jet-black pupils, shining with nothingness, as if he wanted to suck people in.

There was a charming smile on the corner of his lips: "I am your medical researcher, and you are my game."

"We've made it clear a long time ago, haven't we?"

Ruan Mohan said lightly: "That's good."

******

Wednesday morning, bedroom.

Ruan Mohan changed into a soft silk white shirt as usual.

As you straighten your clothes, take a look at yourself in the mirror, focusing on where your neck meets your shoulders.

A faint tooth mark, exuding an entangled and ambiguous atmosphere.

The collar of this shirt is not high enough, and the teeth marks are loomingly exposed.

Ruan Mohan lowered his eyes and took off his shirt.

Her back was reflected in the mirror, a black narrow skirt with a minimal cut, underwear without any decoration, and a thin black back button, which was buckled on her smooth and jade-like back.

The black is thick black, the white is bright white, black and white are distinct and clear, so even the back view has a feeling of coldness and abstinence.

Only Jian Shuo,

Jian Shuo is the little ash on the cigarette between her fingers.Obscure, ambiguous.

When Ruan Mohan picked up a shirt with a stiffer material and a higher collar, he took another look at his neck in the mirror.

A faint tooth mark is also ambiguous.

It is not clear-cut.The boundaries are not clear.

Ruan Mohan didn't want to look any more, put on his shirt, straightened his hair and left.

******

After the regular meeting of the listening team and the GS team.

This time, it was Jiang Kailun who kept Ruan Mohan behind.

Jiang Kailun asked with an elegant smile, "Is Jian Shuo doing well at your house?"

Ruan Mohan's tone was light: "Are you very concerned?"

Jiang Kailun smiled: "Ms. Bai asked me to ask."

"Since she thinks that Jian Shuo is hurting her, why on earth is she chasing after Jian Shuo and caring so much?"

Jiang Kailun seemed to find her question strange: "I told you, she has already graciously forgiven Jian Shuo."

"Ms. Bai..." Ruan Mohan met Jiang Kailun's sable eyes, "Is she really such a gentle and affectionate person?"

"Probably." Jiang Kailun said noncommittally, "You can explore it yourself, or let Jian Shuo explore it by yourself."

Ruan Mohan still looked at Jiang Kailun indifferently, without asking any further questions.

Jiang Kailun said it himself: "Today, Ms. Bai will ask Mrs. Yang to go to the hospital to see her when Mrs. Yang is out to meet her friends."

"Guess, will Jian Shuo go?"

Ruan Mohan: "Yes."

"Why?" Jiang Karen laughed.

Ruan Mohan's expression was cold: "Is there any need to avoid people who don't care? Why don't you follow the other party's wishes and meet directly to avoid subsequent entanglement and trouble."

"Is that so?" Jiang Karen asked.

"of course."

Ruan Mohan's tone was calm.

But under the collar of the shirt, on her shoulder, there was a tooth mark wound, which hurt slightly.

I don't know if it's because the material of the shirt is too hard, or because Jiang Kailun's scrutinizing eyes are too sharp, Ruan Mohan feels that the wound is getting more and more painful.

Jian Shuo's murmurs from last night rang in her ears again:

"Not enough, not enough, not enough."

"Director Ruan."

Ruan Mohan recovered and heard Jiang Kailun calling her.

With sable eyes, he smiled and met her eyes: "Are you interested in going to see it with me?"

"The scene where Jian Shuo meets Ms. Bai."

******

Hospital H, outside Bai Jingxian's ward.

Jiang Kailun and Ruan Mohan stood side by side.

Jiang Kailun glanced in through the small glass on the door of the ward, and said with a smile, "She's here."

She stepped aside: "Director Ruan, do you want to take a look?"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "Sneaking like this, isn't it good?"

Jiang Kailun smiled: "She was originally your medical research subject, and the hospital ward is not an absolutely private place, and is under the observation and supervision of doctors and nurses."

"You are condescending, and when you watch the little white mouse flopping about in the cage, do you think it is peeping?"

"Or...you don't think of her as a guinea pig anymore?"

Ruan Mohan took an inaudible breath and stood over.

Jian Shuo stood against the wall with her hands behind her back, with a lazy and strange smile on her lips.

Bai Jingxian leaned against the head of the hospital bed, smiling gently.

Her body has basically recovered, and her face is still the same as before, with a gentle maternal light.

Jian Shuo said mockingly: "Next time, what should I play?"

"Sprinkle a piece of oil? Put a piece of banana peel? How can you make your fall worse?"

"Or..." She squinted her eyes like a cat, and her expression became more and more strange: "Just set off a firecracker to celebrate in advance for my little niece who has not yet been born."

She stretched out her left hand behind her back and spread her fingers, imitating the moment when firecrackers sounded and sparks exploded: "Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Maybe my little niece is in a hurry to come out early."

"But I came out early, can I survive?"

The smile on Jian Shuo's lips deepened, his eyes were icy cold, and he kept opening and closing his fingers: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With such a monstrous look, like a reckless, innocent and cruel villain, he would not hesitate to destroy the whole world.

The entire clean and bright ward became gloomy because of her in the corner.

As if the sky was also matching, the sunlight that shone through the window of the ward was instantly covered by overcast clouds.

Ruan Mohan recalled the weather forecast he had read this morning, it was raining today.

Even the wind picked up, shaking the windows of the ward lightly, making a slight rattle.

It sounded like someone was scared, like someone's teeth chattering.

But it was obviously not Bai Jingxian who was afraid.

She just had a gentle face and looked at Jian Shuo with a smile, as if Jian Shuo was a child rolling on the ground in a tantrum, and when she finished messing around, she would be fine.

Sure enough, seeing that Bai Jingxian didn't respond, Jian Shuo curled her lips boredly and lowered her hands.

"Since you have nothing to say, I'm leaving."

Bai Jingxian called her to stop: "Ah Shuo."

"Come and sit by my bed."

She asked Jian Shuo: "Do you want to touch my stomach?"

Jian Shuo was taken aback.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll hurt him?" Jian Shuo raised the corners of her lips and smiled, waving her fist: "Punch him down!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

She imitated the baby's frightened cry and giggled.

Bai Jingxian's voice was still calm and gentle: "Come here, touch it."

Jian Shuo hesitated for a moment, then walked to the bedside.

"You sit down."

Jian Shuo sat down.

"Touch it, your little niece." Ruan Mohan stroked her pregnant belly.

After Jian Shuo sat down by the bed, Ruan Mohan could only see her back.

When she couldn't see the expression on her face, her back was thin and weak, like a cat abandoned by the side of the road.

She thought of Jian Shuo again, hiding behind the shooting range alone, lying on a bench covered with dead leaves in the abandoned park.

Just like now, like an abandoned cat.

She heard Jian Shuo ask Bai Jingxian: "Sister-in-law, do you really think I hurt you on purpose?"

"Grandma said..." Bai Jingxian hesitated for a moment: "Forget about this, anyway, Ah Shuo, I forgive you."

"Forgive?" Jian Shuo sneered "Oh", "I don't need your forgiveness, and I don't want to touch your belly."

The word "forgive" showed Bai Jingxian's attitude.

Both she and Yang Haining felt that Jian Shuo did it.It's just that her attitude is different from Yang Haining's, she regards Jian Shuo as a child rolling around begging for candy.

It's just that what Jian Shuo wants is not sugar, but a little attention and warmth.

Bai Jingxian raised her hand: "A Shuo, you seem to have lost weight."

"It's okay if you don't touch it, come here, I'll touch your head, just like when you were ten years old, okay?"

not good.

Ruan Mohan stood outside the ward and answered in his heart.

At this moment, accepting Bai Jingxian's overture, wouldn't it be the same as accepting Bai Jingxian's forgiveness?

Isn't that the same as admitting that Jian Shuo did the thing?

Jiang Kailun had been standing by Ruan Mohan's side, handling work with his mobile phone, and now he raised his head and asked with a smile, "Do you think Jian Shuo will accept it, or not?"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "No."

The next second, she watched, Jian Shuo's back swayed.

So proud head, lower down, slowly.

Bai Jingxian smiled, and lightly placed her hand on the top of Jian Shuo's head: "Ah Shuo, be good."

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Just three seconds later, Jian Shuo brushed away Bai Jingxian's hand on her head and stood up suddenly: "I'm leaving."

She seemed to be running away, and when she stepped out of the ward with chaotic steps on ten centimeter high heels, there was no one outside the ward.

Ruan Mohan had already left.

The second Jian Shuo swayed from her back and bowed her head to Bai Jingxian, she had already left.

******

In the evening, Ruan Mohan came home from get off work on time.

Jian Shuo and Ruan Qingyin sat side by side on the sofa, looking at the TV screen.

Jaw-chilling music played from the TV, like metal spoons rubbing against porcelain.

Ruan Mohan glanced at the TV.

Clean white sheets, black sharp claws, swirling plasma.

It's not something Jian Shuo can bear.

Jian Shuo stared at the TV without blinking, the expression on his face remained the same as before, indifferent, cold and numb.

She was clearly in a trance.

Ruan Mohan walked over.

It was Ruan Qingyin who greeted her first: "Mom, you are off work."

Jian Shuo came back to her senses, pulled the corners of her mouth, and within a second, that coquettish and charming smile climbed up her cheek again: "Master, you are back."

on purpose.

Ruan Mohan looked cold, and handed over the green peppers and lean meat he was carrying.

She would let Jian Shuo practice each face at least twice.

Jian Shuo stretched out her slender fingers, as if she wanted to pick it up, then moved it away, drawing circles in the air back and forth: "I will answer, I will not answer, I will accept, I will not answer..."

Ruan Mohan looked at her expressionlessly: "You are enough."

Ruan Mohan usually spoke indifferently, but when he said this, he was ten times colder than usual.

Like the ice on the top of a snowy mountain, there is no possibility of melting.

Jian Shuo curled her lips in disdain: "I can't afford it." But he stretched out his hand obediently, and took the bag from Ruan Mohan's hand.

Ruan Qingyin asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?"

"Angry?" Ruan Mohan asked Ruan Qingyin back: "Why do you think I will be angry?"

His expression was indifferent, his eyes were as indifferent as a forest, foggy, blocking everything, and no emotion could be seen at all.

Ruan Qingyin nodded: "I was wrong."

"Mom, you are never angry."

Anger is an emotion, but Ruan Mohan has no emotion.

She has only rules and rules, like a robot that never makes mistakes.

Ruan Qingyin heard from her classmates that their mothers would laugh, cry, and curse loudly when they couldn't do their homework, and their cheeks would turn red.

But her mother never did.

Her mother has always had a calm face and a calm voice, never crying or laughing, let alone going crazy.

Ruan Qingyin thought this was very good, otherwise Ruan Mohan would have raged and yelled so many times with her special personality.

Ruan Mohan sat down at the desk and seized the time before dinner to deal with some work.

Ruan Qingyin glanced at her back secretly, it was still the same as usual, stretched, indifferent, and emotionless.

Ruan Qingyin felt relieved.

Until Jian Shuo brought three bowls of noodles to the dining table.

******

For a person who can't cook at all, green pepper shredded pork noodles are still much more difficult than tomato and egg noodles.

Jian Shuo did it for the second time today, and there was no obvious improvement.

The green pepper was a bit mushy and the shredded pork was a bit hard.

Ruan Qingyin took a bite, even she could tell that there was too much soy sauce today.

Ruan Mohan was expressionless, eating noodles with his head down, not pointing out what Jian Shuo did wrong as usual.

Ruan Qingyin peeked at Jian Shuo and found that Jian Shuo was also peeking at her.

There was a little confusion in the eyes of both of them.

Until Ruan Mohan picked up a glass of water, took a sip, and put it back on the coaster on the table.

Obviously her movements were as light as usual, but both Jian Shuo and Ruan Qingyin felt that the table shook.

Ruan Mohan ate the whole bowl of noodles in silence, stood up, and told Jian Shuo, "Wash the dishes."

Jian Shuo: "You..."

Ruan Mohan looked at her expressionlessly.

The faint expression and cold tone were the same as usual, but Jian Shuo clearly felt that there was something subtle that was different from usual, and Ruan Qingyin also discovered this.

Jian Shuo asked, "Why don't you talk tonight?"

Ruan Mohan still looked indifferent: "I usually talk a lot?"

Jian Shuo shook her head.

"That's it." Ruan Mohan went straight to the desk and sat down, plugged in the Bluetooth headset, and started working.

Ruan Qingyin walked back to the TV and saw Jian Shuo lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and put the dishes on the table into the kitchen.

******

late at night.

When Jian Shuo came out of the shower, the first thing she did was to look at the balcony.

That indifferent figure was still standing there as before, smoking a cigarette between his fingers.

Jian Shuo breathed a sigh of relief.

She is an impatient person, and the level of impatientness today is even worse than before. She didn't even dry her hair, so she hurriedly put down the blower and opened the French door of the balcony.

He grabbed Ruan Mohan and kissed him directly.

In Ruan Mohan's mouth, besides the familiar fragrance, there is also a faint smell of tobacco, like fire, burning Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo kissed more fiercely, sucking Ruan Mohan's soft lips into her mouth, rubbing and biting repeatedly between her teeth.

Inserting his fingers deeply into Ruan Mohan's hair, he pressed his palm hard, as if trying to grab her hair, and then covered her ears, sliding all the way down, and began to deal with the most familiar little mole on the earlobe.

Hot and red soon.

Ruan Mohan stood coldly, neither pushing away nor responding.

Since Jian Shuo met Bai Jingxian in the afternoon, she had been unconcealably anxious, but now she was agitated by Ruan Mohan's unresponsive gesture, and became even more anxious.

Let go of Ruan Mohan's lips, move his mouth to Ruan Mohan's ear, and try his best to deal with Ruan Mohan's most sensitive ear.

She knew that Ruan Mohan's life gate was that little mole.

gnaw.suck.

soft tongue.Moist breath.

That little mole should be like a switch, turning on Ruan Mohan's whole body trembling, what Ruan Mohan called "pure *li*reaction", today he went there, but there was nothing.

Ruan Mohan even raised his arm when she was reaching for her hand, and lightly took a puff of cigarette.

Jian Shuo took it out.

A bit of soot fell with the night wind, fell on her white arm, and finally bounced on the ground.

Jian Shuo lowered her eyes, staring at the soot on the ground, until then, she found a pot of moss growing in the corner of Ruan Mohan's balcony.

It's not like what Ruan Mohan would do.

Jian Shuo looked away from the moss and looked at Ruan Mohan again: "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

"Then why your body...doesn't respond to me?"

Ruan Mohan patted Jian Shuo's hand around her waist, turned around, turned his back to Jian Shuo, and faced the night outside the balcony: "I'm just tired from work."

Jian Shuo let out a cold "ha": "What are you angry about?"

Faint dense smoke floated from Ruan Mohan's lips: "I told you, I never get angry."

The tone is as light as the smoke.

"Did you go to Hospital H this afternoon?" Jian Shuo suddenly asked, "Jiang Kailun took you there?"

It was the only reason she could think of.

Ruan Mohan didn't deny it: "If you feel that your privacy has been violated, I apologize."

"You can ask for reasonable compensation, money or anything else."

"I won't refuse."

Jian Shuo smiled even more coquettishly: "Sex is okay?"

Ruan Mohan exhaled a wisp of smoke.

After a short silence, she said, "Yes, if that's what you want."

Jian Shuo narrowed her eyes: "It's okay when you're tired from work and your body can't respond?"

Ruan Mohan smoked a cigarette: "Yes."

"Really?" Jian Shuo sneered: "Since you are so generous..."

She grabbed Ruan Mohan's slender arm with such force that Ruan Mohan fell directly into her arms.

The smoke between his fingers also fell, and Gululu rolled to the ground next to the moss.

Jian Shuo took Ruan Mohan back, stomped out the cigarette butt, and pushed Ruan Mohan against the glass door.

The back of his head tapped lightly on the glass door.

Jian Shuo's kiss turned into a beast's attack, falling like a storm, on Ruan Mohan's eyebrows, nose tip, lips, and earlobes.

"this is okay too?"

Pajama buttons, tangled in shape.

"this is okay too?"

Hand down.

"this is okay too?"

Ruan Mohan's expression was cold and indifferent, but his fair face was already flushed, which was a natural reaction to the surging blood.

"Okay." She said nonchalantly.

"I won't stop, I will make it to the last step." Jian Shuo stared at her fiercely: "Just tonight, is that okay?"

Ruan Mohan: "Yes."

She went up to Jian Shuo and put her arms around Jian Shuo's waist.

Instead, Jian Shuo pushed her away.

"Ruan Mohan."

"You...what do you have to do to admit that you are angry?"

******

Jian Shuo was alone, leaning over the balcony railing, like a tired cat after a fight.

The heels of the slippers didn't step on them firmly, and as her ankles trembled nervously, they slammed lightly on the ground one after another.

Da-da-da, da-da-da.

It sounds like a woodpecker is pecking at the tree, making a migraine sound.

Da-da-da, da-da-da.

Jian Shuo lay on her stomach, her coquettish eyebrows and eyes were cold and empty, she looked coldly at the night outside, her ankles trembled nervously, but she couldn't stop.

Just now Ruan Mo coldly left a sentence: "I'm not angry." Pushing her away, she left.

Jian Shuo originally thought that after fighting with Ruan Mohan and attacking and trembling with each other, the anxiety after seeing Bai Jingxian in the afternoon would be vented a bit.

Unexpectedly, she became even more anxious, as if she was stuffed in a rubber balloon that would never be blown, and she was so stuffy.

Suddenly, she stopped shaking her ankles, straightened up, and pulled open the balcony door.

Walking in, instead of going to the sofa and lying down, he walked outside Ruan Mohan's bedroom and knocked lightly on the door.

"Ruan Mohan." She shouted out of breath.

Glancing at Ruan Qingyin's bedroom not far away, it was quiet, Ruan Qingyin should have fallen asleep long ago.

There was no movement in Ruan Mohan's bedroom, even the lights were turned off.

After Jian Shuo turned off the lights on the balcony and the living room, the whole house was in darkness.

"Ruan Mohan." Jian Shuo shouted angrily, "I'm coming in."

Still no response.

Jian Shuo gently twisted the doorknob, and the door opened.

Ruan Mohan and Ruan Qingyin were the only ones living in the usual home. Ruan Mohan was afraid that Ruan Qingyin would wake up in the middle of the night and look for her, so he didn't have the habit of locking the door.

Jian Shuo gently slipped into the bedroom, like a cat walking silently.

Ruan Mohan was lying on his side on the bed, a thin air conditioner was draped over his waist, and his long soft hair hung down his face.

As if asleep.

"I know you're not asleep."

Ruan Mohan still didn't respond.

Jian Shuo: "If you pretend to be asleep again, I'm going to tickle you."

She raised her hand to her mouth and breathed on her fingers: "Ha——"

Ruan Mohan still didn't respond.

Jian Shuo quietly looked at Ruan Mohan's sleeping posture, and lowered her hands again.

She didn't yell at Ruan Mohan, but crossed her legs and sat down beside Ruan Mohan's bed.

The whole person lay down, with his head resting on the side of the bed, very close to Ruan Mohan's belly.

The whole bedroom was dark and quiet, only occasionally a car drove on the road, and the light from the headlights shone in through the gaps in the curtains that were not fully drawn, and then disappeared.

It seems that the whole room is darker and quieter, free from real time and space.

Jian Shuo lay beside Ruan Mohan's bed, like a cat, enveloped by the fragrance of its master.

"Hey, Ruan Mohan." She took Ruan Mohan's hand that was on the quilt and placed it on top of her head.

Ruan Mohan moved his hand away again.

Jian Shuo smiled softly: "Why are you angry?"

"why why why?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll keep asking."

"why why why?"

"why why why?"

Like a noisy parrot.

He just kept asking questions, and was uttered in a small voice, like whispers in sleep, or whispers in a dream.

She didn't seem to want to stop, she just planned to keep asking for the rest of her life: "Why? Why? Why?"

Until Ruan Mohan couldn't bear it anymore: "It's so noisy."

Jian Shuo let out a chuckle.

She pulled Ruan Mohan's hand up again and put it on her head, Ruan Mohan moved it away again.

Jian Shuo said, "Hello, Ruan Mohan."

"Is the reason you are angry with me the same as the reason I am angry with myself?"

a long time.

Ruan Mohan let out an inaudible "hmm".