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Chapter 901 Gentle and Patient, with Light Around

In the early morning, Zhang Xintong heard the sound of a car engine coming from outside the villa.

Zhang Xintong opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, she stared at the complicated crystal lamp on the ceiling for a while, then sat up from the bed with her waist propped up, her legs left the bed, hanging on the edge of the bed, and stared at the bedroom door for a while.

At the same time as the corner of his mouth parted into a low and shy smile, Zhang Xintong put on his slippers, walked to the hanger, took off a thin shawl and put it on his shoulders, and walked towards the door.

Coming out of the bedroom, as expected, I saw a man sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a red wine bottle and pouring it into a red wine glass.

Mo Xiaolan was still wearing a somewhat heavy black formal suit, and her short hair was the same as the formal suit he was wearing, neat and meticulous.

Xu heard the sound, Mo Xiaolan paused while pouring the wine, raised her eyes to look upstairs, saw Zhang Xintong, asked in a natural but quiet tone, "Why haven't you slept tonight?"

Zhang Xintong has been used to going to bed early since she became pregnant, and there is almost no precedent for going to bed so late.

"Sleeping, just woke up when I heard the car noise."

Zhang Xintong stood in the corridor, looked at Mo Xiaolan, and whispered back.

Mo Xiaolan nodded, raised her head, drank the liquid in the glass and poured another glass, shaking her fingers carelessly between her two fingers.

Zhang Xintong didn't go downstairs either, looking at the back of Mo Xiaolan's head, "You drink less."

She knew that Mo Xiaolan came back so late because she was delayed by the entertainment outside.

It's entertainment, so you can't avoid drinking some wine.

He drank outside and continued to drink when he came back. She was worried that his body would not be able to bear it.

"Yes. I will sleep in the guest room tonight." Mo Xiaolan said.

Zhang Xintong was startled, and clasped her hands together, "My husband..."

"Don't think about it. I've drank so much wine, I'm full of alcohol, and I can't wash it off. I'm worried that it's not good for you and the child."

Mo Xiaolan spread her arms out, leaning against the back of the sofa, holding half a glass of red wine in one hand, leaning her head back against the back of the sofa, closing her eyelids in a drunken and languid way, her voice rustling hoarse.

Zhang Xintong lowered her head and stared at Mo Xiaolan's face. Hearing Mo Xiaolan's explanation, she squeezed her hands even tighter and her lips were straight.

Maybe it was the news that Qiao Yimo was still alive.

Looking at Mo Xiaolan who has always been like this in front of her, Zhang Xintong couldn't help thinking...

Did he know that Qiao Yimo was alive?
If so, did he know it recently, or did he know it a long time ago?
If he doesn't know... what if he finds out someday?

Like a few years ago, would he want her to die?

Will... abandon her and the child in her womb?
Zhang Xintong's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart was engulfed by intense panic and apprehension.

In front of this man, she always seems to be so lowly and worrying about gains and losses...

Why is this so?
Zhang Xintong knew it well, it was because this man had never been with her.

Even in his eyes, he may not even be qualified to compare with Qiao Yimo!

"Is something wrong?"

The man's deep voice suddenly floated from below.

Zhang Xintong shivered slightly, held her breath, quickly raised her eyes to look at Mo Xiaolan, and moved the corners of her mouth unnaturally, "No...then, I'm going back to my room to rest. You, you should go to bed early too...don't drink any more."

Mo Xiaolan stared at Zhang Xintong with deep eyes, and after a few seconds, said, "Yes."

Zhang Xintong took a breath, turned around and went back to the room.

The moment the upstairs door closed, Mo Xiaolan's serious face was immediately covered with thick ice, and the aura around him was also filled with the coldness and danger that no one should enter. Forged by cruel ice.

He brought the red wine glass in his hand to his eyes, shook the liquid in the glass casually, watched the red liquid rushing to the glass, and then flowed to the bottom like blood, and his eyes printed on the glass also as if mixed with the living
Blood, gleaming in scarlet and gloomy and cold.

At this moment, Mo Xiaolan is really like a devil wearing a deceptive skin, evil and vicious, wrapped in every strand of breath around him.

In order to achieve his purpose, it seems that the whole world can be ruthlessly used and discarded in his eyes.And he won't feel unbearable and hesitant because of this.

Mo Xiaolan grinned, then closed her eyes lazily, and drank the bloody red wine in one gulp.

Those who have hurt you, I will tear down their bones one by one!
The world you yearn for, I hold it in front of you with my own hands!

Just wait, my...Momo!
……

"Xiaomo, you've been on vacation for almost a month now, how do you feel? Didn't you say you wanted to open your eyes? How about it, did you not disappoint?"

"It's okay~~"

Qiao Yimo looked at Yang Qian, who was rummaging through the wechat video while glancing at her from time to time, and said with hands.

"Tsk, I see the same way." Yang Qian said, "Xiaomo, I have to say, I really don't realize that you are quite willing to treat yourself. Let me ask you, the hotel you live in is a five-star hotel. right?"

hotel?

Joey was sweating, touched his hair, and typed on the keyboard with a smile, "No, I can't afford to live in a five-star hotel."

Yang Qian stared intently at the video, and after more than ten seconds passed, she said, "Take a look at the decoration of your room. If you pick one out, it's worth a lot."

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"That's right, Momo."

Yang Qian didn't think about other things, chatting with Qiao Yimo, she also thought of what to say, "You still remember Xiao Zhong?"

Zhong Yi?

Qiao Yimo smiled and nodded.

"We misunderstood last time. He didn't make those roses. The young man knew that we passed him because of this, and he was so wronged that he was about to cry. I couldn't bear to see it."

Yang Qian said she couldn't bear it, but the corners of her mouth were flying high, and she stared at Qiao Yimo with a smile, "What an unlucky boy, haha..."

Joey raised his eyebrows.

"But you said if it wasn't for Xiao Zhong, who would have a sick mind?" Yang Qian laughed.

brain sick...

A certain person's face appeared in Qiao Yimo's mind, which inexplicably made her feel that Yang Qian's description was quite appropriate!
"Hey, Momo."

Yang Qian stared at Qiao Yimo, and said in a half-testing tone, "Do you think it's possible for Xiao Zhong's child to be with you? I think Xiao Zhong really likes you, why don't you try to see him again?" See?"

Qiao Yimo hurriedly shook her head, "Don't, don't!"

She didn't want the whole hospital to be surrounded by roses again!

Seeing this, Yang Qian curled her lips regretfully, "Then, fine."

Qiao Yimo barely stood up, and thanked her with a deep bow.

"Xiao Mo, you have just been on vacation for less than half a month, and everyone in the hospital asked me when you would come back. I can't remember how many times I answered it myself." Yang Qian glanced at Qiao Yimo and chatted Like, "I tell you

, you are now the veritable pet of our hospital.Everyone is looking forward to your early return, saying that they are happy to see you. "

"I'm also very surprised, and I haven't seen you get involved with them too much. How come everyone likes you, little girl? What does it mean? It means that you were born to be likable."

Qiao Yimo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he looked at Yang Qian, the corners of his mouth slightly stiffened.

……

Um--

Qiao Yimo opened the bedroom door, and bumped into a hard wall of flesh.

Qiao Yimo's facial nerves twitched, and in the next second, he quickly took a step back, covering his forehead and nose with his hands, his eyes were watery, and he stared at the "flesh wall" at the door in pain and annoyance.

"Flesh Wall" was also startled, retracted his half-raised long arm, approached Qiao Yimo in two steps, gently grasped her slender wrist with one hand, and removed her hand covering the tip of her nose, and immediately saw Qiao Yimo moved the tip of her nose which was already red
.

Mu Qing raised her eyebrows, pulled Qiao Yimo towards him, leaned over, blew on the tip of her nose, hesitated, and kissed her again.

His lips were a little cold, but extremely soft.

The moment he touched the skin of her nose, Qiao Yimo's heart trembled like an electric shock.

Now it's all right, not only the forehead and nose are red, but also a small face the size of a slap and a swan neck are also flushed, staring at Mu Qingxun with wide eyes.

Mu Qing followed the gourd painting ladle, took Qiao Yimo's hand away from his forehead, blew on it, and kissed again.

That action was like comforting a child.

Gentle, patient...the whole body seems to have light...

Qiao Yimo took a quick breath, pulled it away from his hand as if awakened, hurriedly glanced at him in panic and escape, lowered his head, and rushed away from him.

Mu Qingxun frowned, grabbed her arm, and stared at Qiao Yimo with dark eyes questioning, "Irritable, what are you doing?"

Qiao Yimo struggled for her arm, but she didn't break away as expected.

She frowned delicately, stared at him, and quickly gestured with one hand, "I'm going out for a while, you let go."

Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo's anxious look, her black eyes were heavy, "Are you seeing friends again?"

Qiao Yimo thought for a while, but was too lazy to explain, so she nodded in agreement.

"Which friend is worth your haste?" Mu Qing asked calmly.

"Stop asking, I really want to go out now." Qiao Yimo pursed her lips and said impatiently.

Mu Qingxun also pursed her thin lips, and locked on Qiao Yimo, "Do you have to go out?"

Qiao Yimo nodded without hesitation.

"it is good!"

Mu Qingxun's lips were straightened, and she grabbed Qiao Yimo and strode towards the door, "I'll take you there myself!"

Qiao Yimo, "..."

……

In the car, Qiao Yimo was breathing a little anxiously, sitting sideways on the passenger seat, looking at Mu Qingqing's clear profile, with her white teeth slightly hooking her lower lip, she endured it for a while, and reached out to pat him.

Mu Qingxun squinted her eyes and looked at her from the car mirror expressionlessly.

Only then did Qiao Yimo raise her hand and said, "It's not what you think."

Mu Qingxun moved her lips and replied lightly, "What do I think?"

"...You know what you think." Qiao Yimo said depressedly, pursing the corners of her mouth.

Mu Qingxuan snorted coldly.

Qiao Yimo looked at him, so helpless that he wanted to pounce on him and bite him, grinding his teeth, he had no choice but to compromise.

He explained in sign language, "It's a friend's child who is sick and has a high fever, which has been persistent. I am very worried, so I want to rush over and see for myself."

Less than an hour after the video with Yang Qian ended in her room, she received a call from Hu Zhiqi, saying that Jing Yao was ill and had a persistent high fever.

She was worried, so she panicked.

Who would have thought that if he touched this person's inverse scales and that intractable nerve, he would have to send her there!
A friend's child?
Mu Qingxuan's pupils constricted an inch, her thin lips straightened, she stared fixedly at Qiao Yimo's words in sign language, her brows were tightly frowned.

(End of this chapter)