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Chapter 361  Is Mo Roulan Weak?

She put the coffee cup that had fallen to the ground on one side and made another coffee.

Shen Yiling's face kept flashing in front of her eyes.

The question that what she was doing there kept revolving in her mind.

Mo Roulan suddenly wondered whether working in He Corporation was really a good choice then again she was never given any choice.

However, now she was feeling that she should run away from here.

Shen Yiling, He Jian, and everything else of her past life was making a mess of her mind.

She wondered if it was because of He Jian.

In the few moments of preparing coffee and going to He Jian's office, Mo Roulan slowly and slowly started to understand things.

As long as she was around He Jian, she would keep facing Shen Yiling. She would always find Shen Yiling around He Jian. After all, both of them were made for each other and she …she was just the third party who tried to make her place forcefully between them and hence she faced all the tragedies in her past life.

"Come in…"

Mo Roulan never sensed the eagerness in the cold and deep voice that allowed her to enter the office.

She was just too busy sorting out her own plethora of emotions that she couldn't even make a sense of what was going on.

Like when did she knock on the door and when did she just reach 06:41

there?

And if she was there then what was she there for!

Her eyes suddenly fell on the coffee cup in her hands and realisation flashed through her eyes.

She was here to give He Jian his coffee.

She hurriedly stepped inside He Jian's office when she remembered how angry he had been with her when she had been late!

Does he shout at Shen Yiling the same way if Shen Yiling gets late by any chance?

A bitter smile graced Mo Roulan lips as this question flashed inside her mind.

Of Course, he won't.

He won't ever shout at Shen Yiling.

Shen Yiling was his beloved woman, after all.

With a stuffy heart, Mo Roulan stepped inside He Jian's office and put his coffee cup on the table.

All this while, she never looked at He Jian even once.

Her head was lowered as she walked forward.

He Jian's restless blue eyes followed her every move.

His laptop was open …placed in front of him but his eyes were glued to Mo Roulan.

The restlessness in those blue eyes only increased when he noticed that Mo Roulan was not even raising her head to look at him.

This was not what he wanted.

He wanted her to stay in his eyes but happy and cheerful …not like this.

"Lanlan…"

He Jian called out softly as he hoped that Mo Roulan would raise her head to look at him this time.

Otherwise, he will perhaps go crazy.

What should he do! Should he tell her the truth? Should he tell her that he didn't like to see her with Shen Youlin at all?

He didn't want to do anything that could scare her.

At least not now.

He almost stood up from his chair when He saw Mo Roulan turning around after placing the coffee cup on the table.

It was at this moment, his eyes fell on Mo Roulan's hand that she had behind her back.

He saw that it was red ….and it was trembling also.

"Lanlan…"

This time his voice came out a little urgent and panicked.

Mo Roulan could not help but stop amidst her steps when she heard him.

She turned around with an emotionless face ready to hear whatever he was going to say next.

Was he going to shout at her again or maybe judge her and say how easily she takes this job because she knew him?

She thought as she smiled bitterly.

However, she was startled when she saw He Jian standing in front of him as soon as she turned around.

The next moment, she felt him holding her hand that was behind her back.

Mo Roulan frowned in confusion as He Jian applied a little more force and soon her hand was in the front.

"How did this happen?"

He Jian asked coldly as he looked at Mo Roulan's red hand.

Mo Roulan looked at her hand with knitted brows and her blank eyes flashed with a surprise for a moment.

She had felt a burning sensation on her hand but she had not imagined that her hand was so badly burnt because of the hot coffee.

She continued to stare at her hand in a daze without even noticing how panicked He Jian had turned around to call Chu Feng.

"I want a doctor in my office in two minutes."

He Jian said coldly as soon as the call connected and without hearing what the other side wanted to say, he hung up.

After that, he turned to look at Mo Roulan again only to find her looking at her hand in a daze.

"Lanlan…"

A continuous frown marred He Jian's forehead and he hesitated to hold Mo Roulan's hand for a moment as if he was afraid that his mere touch would hurt her.

"Lanlan…does it hurt?"

He asked as he looked at the reddened area and blew on it carefully.

Mo Roulan, however, just looked at him silently.

She was actually thinking just how much her past life controlled her mind.

It controlled her so much that she never felt that her hand had been burnt by the coffee so badly. She was so lost in her messed up past life that she never felt that pain.

Because she was too busy feeling the pain that came from her past life.

At this moment, Mo Roulan was again forced to question herself whether she had really moved forward from her past life.

The pain was there…it will always be there.

But will she keep going to keep it inside her heart and torment herself over and over?

Will she keep going to move away from the place where she will find Shen Yiling?

Was she so weak?

Or she had never tried to be strong before.