Master Mo's beloved wife

The liar, who had just said that he would forgive her, now repented. She really didn't care about him any more.

Qin Xiaolou's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear stood on her eyelashes.

The sunlight outside the car window is shining through it, and the other half's face is deeply in the shadow, like a sleeping child.

Mo QingHan looks at her deeply. Suddenly, the anxiety between eyebrows softens.

His chest seemed to have been hammered heavily by something, and suddenly it came alive again.

"Qin Xiaolou, I love you."

He loves me?

Qin Xiaolou opened his eyes difficultly and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. His pupils dilated because of the sudden surprise

"Just now?"

Ink light cold eyes back to the front.

"Brother QingHan... What did you just say?" There was a tremor in her voice.

"Well?"

“……”

She must have been dreaming. Otherwise, how could Mo QingHan say that she loves her?

Ink light cold looking at her lonely face, the bottom of my heart emerged a trace of intolerance.

"Hang in there. The hospital will be here in a minute." He stepped on the accelerator under his feet and showed some forbearance between his eyes.

That sentence just now is like a flash in the pan, no one is mentioning it.

Outside the hospital.

Li Guangming has long been waiting at the door with people.

As soon as Mo QingHan stopped, the nurse and stretcher immediately came up and orderly sent Qin Xiaolou to the hospital.

When Li Guangming saw her bloody clothes, he frowned

"How can you shed so much blood? Don't you know that her blood type is extremely difficult to find now?"

Mo QingHan looks at Qin Xiaolou in silence and walks towards the hospital with the rapid moving stretcher.

Seeing this, Li Guangming sighed faintly, "come on, come on, I owe you Mohist."

"Li Guangming!" Mo QingHan finally turns his eyes to the person in front of him

"Guangming, I'll give it to you. No matter what the cost, she can't do anything."

Li Guangming was surprised

"Mo QingHan, it's rare for you to have such an expression today. I wonder if you are the Mo QingHan I know?"

"If something happens to her, I can't forgive myself."

Mo QingHan's eyes looked at the door deeply, showing a trace of deep regret.

"I'll say you'll regret it sooner or later." Li Guangming sighed faintly:

"Now in it is the most cutting-edge team of benevolence. It's up to fate whether we can save it or not..."

"She'll be fine."

"I hope nothing happens to her, too."

Li Guangming repeated.

The clock on the wall gradually passed in the waiting, and the sky outside slowly broke white light from the darkness.

Dotted, but also with a trace of gray color.

He stood straight outside the door, his eyes red, his whole body tense, like a beast ready to go.

Ten hours have passed.

Finally, the door gave a click.

The doctor came out of it.

"How's it going?" He moved, stood on his numb leg, and hurried forward.

Mo light cold facial expression a change, "what do you say?"

"The patient's child may be lost, and... Sir, please be patient."

The doctor wore a mask and covered most of his face. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear helplessness from his tone.

She was shot, the whole process, he did not find, just think she was injured.

She was shot, but she ran all the way with him without saying a word. It was so painful, even if it was him

He really wanted to break off Qin Xiaolou's head and see what she was thinking.

She had children again, she lost them again, cruel and heartless.

"I beg your pardon?"

He clenched his palm and unconsciously repeated his words in an inconceivable bitter voice, "do you know who I am? Just call me mourning? "

The chill in his words made people shudder.

But the doctor in front of him didn't buy it. He raised his eyebrow and glared at the ink. "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that? "

Ink light cold brow a wrinkle.

"I had a hard time reuniting with my wife and children one day a month, but I was called over temporarily.

From last night to this morning, ten hours without sleep, just to say "I'm sorry?"

"Even if you are the king of heaven, so what? If a man dies, he will die. It's irreparable." The doctor dropped the sentence and turned to walk out.

Mo light cold Leng in situ, did not expect that one day he was a doctor so hard to bite back.

"What if he is the king of heaven?"

He seems to be right. No matter how much he has, the current scene is irreparable.

Ink light cold rushed into the operating room.

Inside the nurse is ready to push out the patient, see ink light cold battle, have a Leng.

"Hello, please..."

Mo QingHan stood in the same place, looking at the whole Qin Xiaolou trapped in the hospital bed.

Her face is still very white, without a trace of blood, usually pink lips closed, every village chapped, like dry old bark.

She still frowned, not relaxing even in her sleep.

Ink light cold stretched out his hand, fundus acid.

This man, whose hands are covered with rain and his hands are covered with clouds, stood beside the hospital bed and moistened his eyes.

The nurse looked at each other in a hurry, put down the work in hand and rushed out.

He gently picked up her hand, holding in the palm, her hand is cold, like a piece of ice.

"Why is it so cold?"

Mo QingHan frowned and rubbed her hand gently, then put it in her arms and warmed it.

Qin Xiaolou on the bed is still closed.

He sat by the bed, his eyes never leaving her face.

"I'm sorry."

Mo QingHan pressed her hand tightly to his face. The sunlight outside the window was bright and fell on his cheek, making his eyes more tender.

Qin Xiaolou, who was in a coma, gave a cry, as if to wake up.

Mo light cold heart suddenly tight, nervously looking at Qin Xiaolou's face, but this sound of short-term cry is only a flash in the pan.

"I knew it was not so easy for you to forgive me." Mo QingHan lowered his eyebrows and covered his regret

"I know you blame me, but Qin Xiaolou, even if you have to blame me, you have to live, otherwise I'm smart and happy, you can only..."

Qin Xiaolou heard it. Although it was still dark around, his words magically spread to her ears through the darkness.

Familiar and friendly, is his unique tone.

Qin Xiaolou wanted to laugh, but suddenly she cried. She was so sad.

In this dark place, no one can understand her sadness, she has always been a person