Seeing that moxinian was about to take off his coat, Hawthorne stepped forward and hugged moxinian tightly from behind.
“Brother Xinian, I surrender and I will marry you.”
There was a smile on the corner of Moxinian’s lips, and he turned around and hugged her into his arms.
“You think you don’t have to marry me if you don’t surrender? You think beautifully.”
There was a knock at the door.
A nurse came in: “Mr. Mo, the operating room is ready, you can now…”
“He won’t have surgery,” Howard said loudly, “we’ll go right away.”
Moxinian waved to the nurse: “you get the doctors ready, and I’ll come right away.”
The nurse left respectfully.
Moxinian said to Hawthorne: “the operation must be done. Only in this way can you have no scruples.”
“How can I have no scruples, you are a nice person, because I… can’t.”
Moxinian held her face in his hands: “if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be targeted by Yunluo. Speaking of which, you’ll get sick because of me. Don’t you think I won’t feel guilty? Wynn, I’ve already decided on the operation. ”
Howard pushed his hand away and took two steps back.
“If you dare to have surgery, I will never marry you. I would rather be scolded by the whole world than marry you.”
Moxinian frowned.
Howard stepped forward and grabbed his wrist: “let’s go, not in the hospital, I hate it here.”
Moxinian stared at Hawthorne’s back and saw her crying pear blossoms with rain. He pulled hard and pulled Hawthorne into his arms.
Howard pushed him: “don’t hug me, you go with me first.”
She pulled moxinian hard and dragged him out of the ward.
When they got into the elevator, Hawthorne breathed out.
Moxinian looked at her sideways: “are you sure, you can really marry a healthy me without any scruples?”
Howard’s eyes were red, and he stared sideways at him.
How can anyone ask such a question.
In order to get married, crippling yourself is simply crazy.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Didn’t you repent?”
Moxinian pointed to the outside of the elevator: “if you dare to go back on your word, I will come back anytime.”
She pressed moxinian’s hand: “I don’t regret it. On the wedding day, you make an appointment with my brother. I only have one request.”
Moxinian responded happily, “you say it.”
“Don’t make a fuss about the wedding, just have a simple meal with the families of both parties.”
“No, that’s not enough. I want people all over the world to know that you, Hawthorne, have an owner. Others can’t worry about it anymore.”