Good Morning, Mr. President!

"This child, don't you say you haven't worked all day? You said you would pick me up at the airport in person, and you never saw me." Li Qiming murmured.

When Song Zhixing heard this, her heart rang slightly. Last night's dream unexpectedly popped out of her mind. She felt cold and panicky in her hands and feet.

"Uncle Mo, please drive quickly." She sat upright and reminded the person in front, her face pale.

"What's wrong?" Li Qiming noticed something wrong with her. "Why is his face suddenly so bad?"

"I worry about what happened to my aunt."

Li Qiming laughed and waved, "If you haven't listened to the phone for so long, I may be worried. Your aunt, you are not a child anymore.

However, Song Zhixing was still very disturbed, and he was playing drums along the way.

Originally, Father Li was very calm, but because Song Zhixing urged Mo Shu to speed up, Li Qiming became inexplicably nervous.

An hour away, Lao Mo drove the car under the building where Li Hanyan lived. The group rang the doorbell and no one came to open the door. Song Zhixing flipped the spare key out of the schoolbag, which he could easily touch at ordinary times, but the more anxious he was at the moment, the more he didn't know where to put the key.

At this moment, the neighbor next door seemed to hear the sound, and probed out of the house to greet her: "Xingxing, you are back!"

"Auntie, is my auntie at home?" Song Zhixing was still touching the keys and asked.

"I don't know if I'm here or not. I didn't see her today. But when I came back last night, I saw that she wasn't right."

"What's wrong?" Li Qiming asked in a deep voice.

The neighbor didn't know him and didn't answer. Song Zhixing busy introduced: "This is my grandfather."

"Oh, Miss Li's father." The neighbor said, "She was cheerful before going out last night and was very happy when she said hello to me. But then, when she came back, I saw she came back crying .I don't think she's in the right mood and didn't come to say hello, so I don't know what happened. "

When Li Qiming heard this, he frowned.

He remembered that his little daughter had rarely shed tears since she was sensible. The last time I cried was when my eldest daughter and son-in-law died.

"Have you found the key? You can't find the door!" Li Qiming ordered and looked at the assistant.

When the assistant lowered his luggage and was about to smash the door, Song Zhixing finally touched the key, "Here!"

"Quick!" Li Qiming sang, and the crutch in his hand was clenched.

Song Zhixing inserted the key into the hole, and the thin metal piece was held in her hand, only feeling that it made her whole body cold. Twist the lock. When you want to open the door, your breath stops. In the end, you make up your mind and push the door open suddenly.

There was no one in the hall.

However, her car keys and door keys are at the entrance.

"Han Yan." Li Qiming holding a cane and circling the room, "Han Yan!"

Song Zhixing has never been so scared in his heart. She dropped her schoolbag and rushed into Li Hanyan's bedroom. The bedroom, like the hall, was empty and not alone.

"Little aunt!" Song Zhixing called, searched through the locker room, then went to the bathroom, and finally rushed straight to the bathroom.

"Ah-" The picture inside rushed into her eyes without warning, making her scream, and she stepped back violently, tears of remorse and guilt suddenly fell from her eyes.

"What's the matter? What's the matter!" Li Qiming heard this voice and hurried over as fast as possible.

When I saw the picture inside, I was shocked. Eyes are bigger than the bell!

Li Hanyan was soaking in the bathtub at this moment. I don't know how long it has been soaked, the body seems to have some puffiness, and the face is buried under the water. The picture is startling.

Looking at this scene, Song Zhixing just felt that the sky was spinning, and he was about to stand still.

Do not! Do not! Will not! Auntie won't die!

When she came back, she rushed into the bathroom like crazy, and fished Li Hanyan's head out of the bathtub. "Auntie, don't die! I beg you, don't do anything!"

She crouched on the ground, her voice shaking. He patted Li Hanyan's face constantly, desperately, "Auntie, you wake up! You wake up, don't scare me!"

She couldn't help, crying, "I won't fight with you, I won't fight with you again, okay? I beg you, don't die!"

Mr. Li was in a great blow, and he did not understand Song Zhixing's remorse at all. By the time he returned, the assistant had taken the lead to step into the bathroom. Li Hanyan Zhengguang was barely concerned at this moment. He walked over, digging his fingers under Li Hanyan's nose, and then pulled the large bath towel on the shelf to wrap Li Hanyan and hold it out. on the ground.

His neat hands squeezed her chest, and she was doing first aid treatment, and commanded: "Miss Song, hurry up and call the hospital for them to prepare for the first aid. There is still a glimmer of hope."

Song Zhixing didn't dare to delay for a second and immediately ran out to call. Over-frightened and guilty, each step was chaotic, walking all the way out.

Li Qiming asked Uncle Mo to drive downstairs and wait. Here, after Song Zhixing made an emergency call, the assistant was holding Li Hanyan out of the bathroom. Song Zhixing grasped a little sense of reason, and pulled out a few sets of clothes from the cabinet, shoved them into a schoolbag, and followed them.

Uncle Mo waited in the car and was terrified when he saw the situation. However, without asking a word, I just drove the car to the hospital.

Along the way, Li Hanyan did not wake up, his face paled as if he had lost his life.

Song Zhixing didn't dare to speak, and he squeezed the skirt of the uniform with both hands, so that the skirt was wrinkled. Li Qiming held Li Hanyan's pale face in one hand, letting her lean on her shoulder, and held her cold hand tightly in one hand, both hands shaking violently. ! "

The old man was so heartbroken that he spent the rest of his life in the mall, smart and hot, but at this moment, the corners of his eyes were flashing with tears.

Song Zhixing looked in his eyes, but felt that his heart was severely delayed by ten thousand dollars.

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When they arrived at the hospital, the hospital emergency room was already prepared and she was pushed in.

Li Qiming was going to follow up and was stopped by the doctor. He was agitated, and the assistant was soothing for a while before he managed to calm down.

Song Zhixing lowered his head all the way, afraid to look directly at Li Qiming. Li Qiming finally calmed down and sat down on a chair on the promenade.

"Xingxing, come here and sit." He patted the position beside him. Although it seems that his mood has improved a lot, from the tight hand holding the cane, he can still see that his mood is not too stable.

Song Zhixing followed in the past, as if he had done something wrong. He sinned against the wall and did not dare to sit down.