Love is like melting

Chapter 285 I Will Marry You

The silence in the carriage was as dead. When his hoarse and determined voice sounded, Fu Qing, the co-pilot, was shocked.

Because he said: "Huo Yimo, if one day, I am willing to marry you, if you are not willing to marry me, I will personally hand you the knife..."

Huo Yimo, when I know all your secrets and see all your embarrassment, I am willing to marry you; it doesn't matter if you don't want to marry me, at worst, I will hand you the knife myself.

As long as you can be ruthless!

Fu Qing has always known that the minister treats Miss Huo differently, but he never thought that the minister's affection for Miss Huo is so deep.

Huo Yimo, who was holding the mobile phone on the other end of the phone, bit her crimson lips tightly but couldn't stop the sound of sobbing, the corner of her mouth tasted extreme bitterness.

"Xu...Holy Father!"

Why are you so nice to me?
Why did it take so much for your eyes to see me?

Why did you tell me that you are willing to marry me after I fell in love with someone else?

"too late……"

"It's never too late as long as you're alive."

"I... can't hold on anymore..."

Before the words were finished, there was no sound over there.

Thousands of bad thoughts flooded into his mind in an instant, Xu Sizhe's voice trembled slightly, "Little crab... Huo Yimo?"

It's a pity that no matter how he called, she didn't respond.

"Fu Qing—"

Xu Sizhe looked up at Fu Qing, the co-pilot, with an unprecedentedly cold and tense voice, as if he was afraid that the last ray of sunshine and warmth in his life would also disappear completely.

Fu Qing received a text message, which was the specific coordinate location, and said happily: "I found it, Minister, I found the exact location of Miss Huo."

When Xu Sizhe and Fu Qing found Huo Yimo, she was lying in a thicket of thorn grass, because the grass was too thick and completely covered her, so the search team did not find her in the fastest time.

The clothes on her body were scratched when she rolled down, and the exposed skin was covered with scars and bloodstains; most of the baby's face, which was originally plain, was now covered with bloodstains, and the half of the face without bloodstains was pale and almost transparent. Liquids provide a stark contrast.

The breath seems to be absent, like a broken doll.

Xu Sizhe's heart was seized in an instant, and the pain spread to his limbs in an instant, a heart-piercing pain.

He has already tasted the pain of losing once, he cannot accept it, and he will never lose this child again.

When Xu Sizhe carefully picked up the unconscious Huo Yimo, Fu Qing who was standing beside him saw his pale face through the dim light, and his dark pupils were filled with worry and panic.

He had never seen the Minister show such a look before.

Although the minister was severely injured in that tragic bloody storm back then, it seemed that he had never shown such... such a fearful expression.

Huo Yimo was sent to the best hospital in city A, and the best doctors and nurses in the hospital were called to the operating room for emergency treatment.

Xu Sizhe waited at the door of the operating room, and only said five words from beginning to end, "I want the perpetrator."

Fu Qing understood what he meant and nodded, "I'm going to say hello to the people in the transportation department!"

Huo Yimo's operation did not take as long as Xu Sizhe expected.

Two hours later, the door of the operating room opened, and Huo Yimo was pushed out, still in a coma.

The doctor said that her life was not in danger, but that her arm was severely injured and fractured, and with excessive blood loss, the coma might take a little longer.All other scrapes are fine.

Xu Sizhe didn't speak, but stared at her sleeping face, her white and tender skin was covered with bandages in several places, her face was as pale as paper, it made people feel distressed.

Huo Yimo was placed in the best ward of the hospital, and Xu Sizhe sat by the bed, guarding her the whole time.

Fu Qing had also postponed the work that was originally arranged, and now there is nothing more important than her.

Some emails and signed documents that urgently needed his reply were sent by Fu Qing to the ward, where he processed them.

Fu Qing took the document he had signed and did not leave immediately.

Xu Sizhe shot his eyes at him, "What else is there?"

Fu Qing hesitated and said, "When I took the elevator just now, I saw Mr. Li Yangyu in the ward downstairs, and...he called Miss Huo!"

He handed Huo Yimo's cell phone that he picked up at the scene of the incident to Xu Sizhe.

Xu Sizhe took the phone and looked at the call log. A missed call came from L, and the last call she made was also: L.

It's too obvious who this L is.

His skeletal fingers tightened suddenly, he got up without saying a word, and strode towards the door of the ward.

Fu Qing was startled, and hurriedly followed, "Minister."

Seeing the minister like this, he seemed to be going downstairs to settle accounts.

Xu Sizhe walked out of the ward, stopped walking suddenly, looked back at him, and ordered: "Don't follow!"

"But--"

Before Fu Qing finished speaking, he was interrupted by his gloomy voice, "But what? Could it be that you thought I would still do something?"

How could he do such uncultivated things!
Fu Qing was stunned by the question, and by the time he realized it, Xu Sizhe had already left.

The eyes are faintly worried, no matter how you feel that the minister is not calm now!

Holding the mobile phone, Xu Sizhe walked downstairs to the ward, and saw Li Yangyu wearing a light blue hospital gown, his head seemed to be injured, wrapped in gauze, sitting next to the bed in the ward.

After a while, Li Yangyu noticed Xu Sizhe standing in the corridor outside the door, and he couldn't help being startled.

Surprised why Xu Sizhe is here!

He smiled gently at Lin Tingting who was lying on the hospital bed, and carefully told her to take a good rest and go out by himself.

Li Yangyu came out of the ward, and after looking at Xu Sizhe for a second, the two men walked from the safe passage to the roof of the hospital in a very tacit understanding.

Xu Sizhe walked to the rooftop first, and Li Yangyu followed behind him. He had just entered the rooftop, and before he understood what happened, he had already received a hard punch from Xu Sizhe.

Xu Sizhe used a lot of strength for this punch, but Li Yangyu couldn't bear it, and took several steps back, leaning his back against the wall, and finally managed to stabilize himself.

Looking up to meet Xu Sizhe's cold and piercing black eyes.

The clothes on Xu Sizhe's body were not changed, they were wrinkled, and standing in the sun did not affect his handsomeness and chicness at all. There was a hint of a sneer on his thin lips, and his deep voice was squeezed out from his throat mixed with chills, "Li Yangyu, I really want to kill you!"

Li Yangyu looked cold and not in a good mood.

Being punched for no reason, how can the mood be better?

It's just that I don't understand how I offended Xu Sizhe, and it's worth his anger to go to war.

Unless it's - girl!
"Girl, what's the matter?" Li Yangyu asked nervously, pursing his lips tightly.

"What's wrong?" Xu Sizhe seemed to have heard something funny, his eyes were full of ridicule, "Her life is hanging by a thread, when she asked you for help, why didn't you care about what happened to her?"

Why bother to pretend now.

When Li Yangyu heard the words "fate hangs by a thread", his eyes darkened, and his heart was raised. Something happened to her.

Something must have happened.

"Minister Xu, what happened to her?"

Xu Sizhe didn't answer him immediately, but just threw the mobile phone with the shattered screen into Li Yangyu's arms, and he grabbed it.

The eyes are still puzzled.

"Sometimes I really don't understand what's wrong with you? Why is she so obsessed with you? Even in such a dangerous and desperate moment, when she sees you turn and leave, she won't even say a bad word about you!" Xu Sizhe thought of her At the most dangerous time, Li Yangyu was the first to think of anger.

(End of this chapter)