Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 289
In fact, the main reason was that he was afraid that seeing Mo Yan cry would make him feel distressed.

He can be cruel enough to deceive everyone, but her tears are his deadly poison. In just half a year, this woman gradually eroded his heart and became his weakness. In front of her, He must break the merits, and if this matter is really what he thinks, he can't let her know.

"She knows you are mine. If you don't let her in, she won't believe it. Let Uncle Qiao come."

Li Zhan nodded, got up and put away the soup bowl on the table, ready to take it away.

Mr. Li frowned and said in a low voice, "Let's put the food away, I'll eat it later."

Li Zhan sighed, this couple is really annoying, but how can there be such a coincidence in this world.

After Li Zhan left, Mr. Li was also tired, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Not long after, Mo Yan also touched the ward.

With the experience of last night, she became more cautious today. First, she checked the door and found that Li Jingyu was the only one in the ward.

With a heartbeat, she stretched out her hand and gently opened the door.

Then, gently, he closed the door.

Mr. Li could hear the voices in the ward clearly. He thought it was Li Zhan who came back, so he didn't ask any more questions. The wound hurt so much that he couldn't sleep, and his brows were furrowed tightly. He was thinking whether to let the doctor Come in for a pain reliever.

Mo Yan, on the other hand, had already quietly reached the bedside.

She bent down cautiously, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at Li Jingyu dreamily, saw his frowning brows, couldn't help reaching out to cover his brows.

The delicate and familiar touch, as well as the faint fragrance of lilies lingering in his ears, instantly made Mr. Li realize something.

His heart tightened, resisting the urge to open his eyes and hug her into his arms, lying on the bed tensely, his heart trembling.

"If you don't go home, the hairball won't be as lively as before."

She pulled his hand up, put it on her cheek, and rubbed it lightly, like a small animal that needs to be comforted by its owner, her voice was aggrieved.

"Actually, they are right. When you are with me, everything you encounter is bad. If someone else scared you away, tell me, are you stupid?"

Her eyes were a little wet, but she didn't shed tears. Her smile was so sweet, but so heartbreaking.

Mr. Li sighed secretly, he is not just stupid, he has committed all the stupidity in his life because of her, but he enjoys it so much.

Just like half a year ago, he was a peerless beauty who would stand in front of her naked and would not take a second look at the "honest gentleman", but when he came to her, he looked at her every day, wishing he could pull her onto the bed and bully her beside him. Beg for mercy and weep.

So things like feelings are really uncertain. Mo Yan is not perfect. Among the women he has ever seen, she is by no means the most beautiful, nor is she the best in figure. If it is pleasing to the eye, no one will succeed if you change it. In this life, I will look for this person and will not change anyone.

Mo Yan calmed down, looked at his chapped lips, turned around and ran to the water dispenser to pour water.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mr. Li's eyes quietly opened a crack, and secretly aimed at her.

With just one glance, his heart throbbed in pain.

The wounds on Mo Yan's hands are too obvious. Her complexion is very fair, so the red, purple and purple scars on her hands are particularly shocking. The ten fingers, like nail polish, are all purple and black. Purple-black color.

The way she held the cup was a bit strange, and she tried not to touch the cup with her fingertips, so when she received the water, her movements were trembling. Several times, Mr. Li was worried that the cup would shake and the hot water would spill on her hands.

His hand under the quilt slowly clenched into a fist. Just when he couldn't control himself and wanted to call her, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Mr. Li closed his eyes subconsciously.

Mo Yan was also taken aback, as soon as he let go, the cup fell to the ground. Qiao Nan stood at the door, looking at her in surprise. Behind him stood Lu Chun.

The ward became awkward in an instant, Mo Yan pursed her lips, and stood there, bewildered like a child.

Lu Chun was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, wearing a nude A-line skirt, looking calm and intellectual, she glanced at Mo Yan, without saying a word, went straight in, found a vase, and put the flowers in her hand into it .

Qiao Nan was about the same age as Henry Henry, with a pair of glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose, and wearing smoke gray casual clothes, he looked very friendly.

Qiao Nan looked at her from top to bottom, and then his eyes fell on her hands clasped in front of him, he frowned slightly, and after a long time, he said, "Miss Mo, you should take care of the injury on your hand. "

Mo Yan curled her fingers slightly to cover the wound on her hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

Qiao Nan walked in and put the things in his hand on the table.

Then he took out a towel and put it in the washbasin, intending to scrub Mr. Li.

Mo Yan walked over and whispered, "Let me do it."

Qiao Nan looked at her with some embarrassment, pursed his lips, and said warmly, "Miss Mo, you should go back."

Mo Yan's movements froze, and he forced a smile, "I just want to do something for him, isn't that all right?"

"boom"

Lu Chun put the vase heavily on the table and stared at her with a cold face.

"You want to do things for him. Why did you go earlier? Why didn't you protect him when something happened? Now he is lying on the hospital bed. Who are you here to show your hypocrisy?"

Mo Yan's lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

She looked at her forcefully, "You go, or I will call/call Uncle Li, I think he definitely doesn't want to see you here."

For a moment, Mo Yan really wanted to tell her the truth about her marriage, but this urge only lasted for a few seconds before she calmed down.

She wasn't angry because of Lu Chun's words. On the contrary, she could understand Lu Chun's current feelings. Mr. Li's life and death were uncertain in the hospital bed. In addition to waiting, I really can only wait.

She turned her head and took a deep look at Mr. Li, and left the ward without saying a word.

After the ward was completely quiet, Lu Chun was sitting by the bed, looking at Li Jingyu with red eyes.

"I really don't understand what's so good about that woman. For her, you don't even want your life."

Even though she knew that it was impossible for her to be with Li Jingyu, she was extremely dissatisfied with Mo Yan in her heart. Although she felt sorry for Mr. Li's accident, she still had illusions about the current situation.

She took the towel from Qiao Nan, wiped Mr. Li's hands and face, and said after a long time, "Uncle Qiao, tell me the truth, how is Jing Yu doing?"

Qiao Nan's face was a little solemn, "It can only be said that the later he wakes up, the greater the damage to the brain. It can only depend on his own willpower."

Lu Chun's face changed, "Is there no other way?"

(End of this chapter)