Master Mo's beloved wife

"No!" Qin Xiaolou immediately refused.

The nurse looked at her in a confused way. "Miss Qin, what else can I do for you?"

"It's OK. You go out first. I want to be alone." Qin Xiaolou refused the nurse's kindness with a smile.

She was soon alone in the ward.

Qin Xiaolou's hand casually put on the white quilt, his eyes floated out of the window and sighed.

Even at this moment, she is still not worth mentioning in front of Mo XiuXiu, even if she feels used to it.

But every time it is a new time to tear open the scar, naked to face the bloody wound.

Her hand caressed her stomach slowly, and the blood came back to her mind.

As soon as the palm of her hand was tight, she was about to get out of bed. The action immediately affected the needle over there. The pain made her take a cold breath.

"Miss Qin, what are you doing? I was going to call Mr. Mo for you just now, but you don't want to. What are you doing now? "

The young nurse rushed in and pushed Qin Xiaolou back to bed.

I didn't expect that the little nurse looked young, but she was old-fashioned.

Qin Xiaolou unconsciously sat back with panic and despair in his eyes.

"I want to see the doctor, please..."

She grabbed the little nurse's hand with great force.

"Miss Qin!" The little nurse frowned in pain. "I'm sorry, Miss Qin. Mr. Mo has asked you to have a good rest."

Mo QingHan forbids her to leave the ward?

Qin Xiaolou's heart sank slightly and her eyes fell on the injection in the nurse's hand.

"Is this my medicine?" She asked with a smile.

"Yes, Miss Qin, please put out your hand."

The nurse took her hand.

"Is my child safe?" She asked suddenly.

The nurse was stunned, "Miss Qin, what do you say?"

"I asked my child, is my child still there?" Qin Xiaolou stares at the little nurse who looks a little flustered for a moment.

"No, my child is gone, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Qin. I only know that the medicine in my hand is not suitable for pregnant women."

The nurse bowed her head, put away the needle and turned immediately.

"So, my child is really gone, ha ha." Qin Xiaolou laughed at himself.

"Miss Qin, please be patient. There will still be children." The nurse realized that she was in trouble and immediately comforted her.

"You go out first. I want to be alone."

Qin Xiaolou turned his head and didn't look at the nurse in front of him. He just stared out of the window with a look of joy and anger.

……

Mo QingHan is standing at the door of Mo XiuXiu's operating room.

The nurse came in a hurry.

"Mr. Mo, I have something to tell you." The nurse said hello, "just now Miss Qin seems to know about the child, now the situation is not good."

Benevolent nurses are also conscientious, both physically and spiritually.

Ink light cold eyebrow eye a Lin, "I know, you go down first."

The nurse bowed her head. She didn't dare to say more. She just showed pity for the woman just now.

Mo XiuXiu had a long operation.

It has been almost five or six hours since he stood here. Mo QingHan just stood here without saying a word. His eyebrows and eyes are always cold.

"Mr. Mo, I'll watch you here, or..." Li Li said tentatively.

"No more." Mo light cold refused, "by the way, you go to order home stew soup."

Li Li bowed his head and said, "but Mr. Mo, you soup?"

"For Qin Xiaolou."

Mo QingHan said reluctantly, which seemed to reveal the fact that he cared about her, but he didn't want to see her.

"Mr. Mo, in fact, this time is just an accident. Miss Qin said she would not blame you." Li Li advised.

"Did I say she would blame me?"

Ink light cold asked, cold face more than a trace of anger, even more than a trace of human feelings.

Li Li lowered his head in a hurry and said, "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Mo light cold hum a, "don't go quickly, dawdle here to do what!"

"Yes."

After Li Li left.

He was the only one left in the corridor.

The red light in the operating room is still on.

He stood anxiously at the door of the operating room, with a cigarette between his slender fingers and a faint disgust around him. The flickering cigarette ends showed an unreal feeling.

Ten years.

Xiaoxian's accident ten years ago still torments him. Unexpectedly, the real murderer is his younger sister, who has been spoiled since childhood.

He curled his lips in self mockery.

When did this little girl, who called for her brother, become an abominable executioner!

And the executioner he always thought was suddenly the stubborn and lonely little girl behind him

The screen of the mobile phone in my hand shows ten o'clock in the evening.

Mo QingHan calls Li Guangming impatiently.

"Sorry, the number you dialed can't be connected. Please redial later."

Sweet and cold voice came from that end, Mo QingHan irritably shook off his mobile phone, and his eyes continued to stare at the door.

Once upon a time, the door he had guarded countless times had changed beyond recognition.

Late at night.

He sighed faintly.

It's like having made a big decision, turning around and walking downstairs.

The light in Qin Xiaolou's ward has gone out.

He stood outside the door, not far from the night nurses see him, want to exclaim.

"Shh

He gently raised a finger to his lips and shook his head gently.

"Mr. Mo, why are you here so late?" The nurse nodded knowingly.

"I've come to see her. Go and help you." Mo QingHan's eyebrows and eyes were a little more tender. Suddenly he thought of something and added:

"By the way, don't tell her about me."

The nurse nodded her head.

The door of the ward was pushed open.

His figure was drawn long by the light in the corridor.

Standing at the door slowly, I finally walked in slowly.

Qin Xiaolou on the bed, with deep eyebrows locked and sweat on his forehead, seemed to be sleeping uneasily.

"So unhappy?" He murmured, fingertips touching her forehead.

"Brother QingHan!"

Qin Xiaolou suddenly cried out and grabbed his hand.

Mo light cold a surprised, a long time later found that she still did not wake up, she is dreaming.

The air in the room was cold, so Rao was still sweating.

The palpitating heart seemed to start beating again at this moment.

He gently pulled back the chair and sat by her bed, gently holding her hand by the bed