Hey, let go of that bamboo horse!

Chapter 1056

Dearbury Private Hospital, Toronto, Canada.

The quiet environment is the favorite of most recuperating people. Dearbury is the largest private hospital in Toronto and also has the strongest security measures.

The afternoon breeze blows on the face, which makes people a little addicted to it.

Dearbury's back garden is carefully decorated, and the greenery on both sides is trimmed neatly and delicately. There is no pungent aroma, and a clear and light smell permeates the air.

In the pavilion next to the small bridge and flowing water, a wheelchair was parked. The figure in the hospital gown on the wheelchair was alone and looked a little helpless. Most of his body was wrapped in bandages, only a pair of black and deep eyes were exposed. .

Qi Ziyan didn't find Mocan from the ward, so he knew that he must have come to the back garden to look for Qingjing again.

Sure enough, not far away, he saw Mo Can in the pavilion, Qi Ziyan rolled his eyes and walked up.

"I said, you really enjoy your time here, I'm so busy."

Qi Ziyan walked to the stone bench next to Mo Can and sat down, with resentment written all over his face.

Mo Can's gaze shifted from a distance to Qi Ziyan, "Where is the thing I asked you to check?"

Qi Ziyan curled his lips, put his hand on the stone table in annoyance and stuck his chin, "The little girl gave birth to a son, the mother and child are safe, and the family of three is harmonious and beautiful, it's all over."

Hearing Qi Ziyan's words, Mo Can's expression improved a bit. Although she couldn't see any expression from the bandages, Mo Can nodded, as if relieved, "That's good."

Qi Ziyan's breath was stuck in his throat, and he clicked his tongue, he couldn't understand Mocan's brain circuit.

"I said, dear Mo Shao, I just don't understand you. You obviously care about people so much and let me see their situation every other week. Why do you have to fake death in front of them? It's your fate." Well, if I hadn't wandered around Las Vegas for several days before I finally found you, who was on his last breath, you wouldn't have the capital to fake death now, and you would already care about others in another world!"

Qi Ziyan almost gritted his teeth and stared at Mo Can.

He stared at this person as if he didn't have any self-knowledge at all.

"If I'm still alive in their hearts, I can't help myself not to go to her, I don't want to disturb their lives because of me." Mo Can's tone was calm, as if it was nothing at all, but in the middle of the words The pause still easily exposed him, "...She is living a very good life now."

"You also know that she lived a good life? Do you know how guilty they are when they learn that you are dead? You died because you took the bomb away for them."

It's really awkward for Qi Ziyan to say that Mo Can is dead in front of Mo Can.

"But if I appeared in front of her with a body full of scars and survived, she would feel guilty forever. I died in their perception and gradually forgot about me. That would be fine."

Qi Ziyan was choked up by what Mo Can said.

"Okay, okay, you're amazing, you're right in everything you say!" Qi Ziyan waved his hands in despair.

Mo Can looked at him, "How is Ye Shuo doing now?"

Qi Ziyan lay lazily on the table, playing with a grass in his hand, "You think it's so easy to wash your hands in the golden basin? I don't know how many scumbags took advantage of this time to trouble Ye Shuo, making the most trouble The vicious one is a boss on the road in Toronto...what's his name? Oh yes, what Brightman."

Mo Can let out an "oh", "Come on."

Qi Ziyan: "..." He wanted to give Mo Can the middle finger.

(End of this chapter)