Master Mo's beloved wife

"It's true." Qin Xiaolou straightened his back

"These are all recorded by me in the hospital. There is monitoring in the hospital. If you don't believe me, you can adjust the monitoring."

"XiuXiu!" Mo's mother suddenly cried out in panic: "no, XiuXiu fainted. Did she get sick?"

She glared at Qin Xiaolou: "it's all you bitch!"

Mo QingHan's face changed greatly. He took Su XiuXiu in his arms and ran outside.

After Qin Xiaolou, he coldly dropped a sentence: "this is what you want?"

"I didn't!" Qin Xiaolou felt a pain in his heart.

Everyone patronizes Mo XiuXiu. No one cares how she feels.

She was desperate. She just wanted to tell the truth, prove her innocence and save her life.

Why, they all think it's her fault?

Only Qin Xiaolou and Tong Weiwei are left in the living room. Tong Weiwei walks forward with a smile on her face

"In fact, you don't have to think about it. You just want to prove your innocence. You're not to blame for everything else."

Qin Xiaolou clenched her teeth. What's wrong with her proof of innocence?

Wouldn't it be better if Mo XiuXiu died? She'll be able to live forever.

She returned to her senses and abandoned the idea just now. If she became so vicious, wouldn't she be another Mo XiuXiu?

……

Mo XiuXiu's illness is very serious this time. Because of the heavy blow, he urgently needs to change his heart. Now he can only replace it with an artificial heart.

Although Mo Mu was reluctant, she couldn't help it.

The operation process is very smooth, the whole Mohist people accompany Mo XiuXiu, Mo mother is not home for several days.

Qin Xiaolou stewed chicken soup and went to the hospital.

In the ward.

Mo's mother accompanied Mo XiuXiu at the side of the hospital bed: "what's wrong with XiuXiu, you should say it quickly."

Ink light cold micro frown, standing at the bedside, eyes also have worry.

Qin Xiaolou looked at this scene, all people love her, care for her, she has the world, but also want to take her heart!

She took a deep breath and went into the ward: "XiuXiu, I've come to see you."

Mo XiuXiu, who had been quiet on the bed, suddenly got excited. She took the vase on her head cupboard and smashed it at Qin Xiaolou, shouting:

"Go away, go away, I don't want to see you!"

"XiuXiu, you can't be too excited..." Mo's mother quickly stood up to comfort her.

Qin Xiaolou didn't have time to say the second sentence, so he was pushed out of the ward by Mo QingHan, and the soup in his hand was all knocked over.

"Don't you know you're not welcome here?" The ink was light and cold.

"Brother QingHan, i... I just want to come..."

"I told you not to call me that!" Mo QingHan pushed her to the wall: "you're a bitch, you don't deserve it!"

He dropped the words and turned away without expression.

Looking at the empty corridor, Qin Xiaolou's heart seems to be empty.

She went into the elevator, the elevator door closed, she finally can not support, against the elevator sliding on the ground, head buried in the knee, helpless sobbing.

"Are you all right, miss?" The man's voice is very gentle.

Qin Xiaolou looked up and quickly wiped away her tears. A white handkerchief appeared in front of her

"Thank you." Qin Xiaolou did not answer: "I'm ok."

"You hurt your hand." Li Guangming looked at her with concern: "I'll take you to deal with it!"

Then the elevator door opens.

Qin Xiaolou ran out like a runaway.

Li Guangming immediately called her: "Miss, you lost your wallet!"

Qin Xiaolou ran away without looking back.

Li Guangming took the wallet and frowned slightly. It was very old.

All the people who come to this hospital are rich or expensive. This girl seems to have some identity

"Dean, you are here. The people are waiting for you." The assistant came in a hurry.

Li Guangming put away his wallet: "go."

Qin Xiaolou, who appeared at the bus station, had a sad look on her face. She lost her wallet and might have been in the hospital.

From here to return to Mohism, across most of the city's distance, is she going to walk back?

Qin Xiaolou helplessly looks at the people coming and going. Do you want to admit your life?

At this time, the red sports car slides to her and stops. Tong Weiwei exquisitely emerges from the sliding window.

"Miss Qin, would you like a ride?"

"Thank you!" Qin Xiaolou hesitated, opened the door and sat on it.

"Miss Qin, in the file bag next to you, there are the money and ID card I prepared for you. Mo QingHan can't find these.

I made it up in advance. I'll be waiting for you at the airport at ten tomorrow morning. " Tong Weiwei said while driving.

To tell you the truth, Qin Xiaolou is not willing to go like this.

She looked out of the window at the constant flow of water

"Miss Qin, are you not reconciled?" Tong Weiwei smiles gently.

"No, I'm just thinking that if I have a chance, I'll repay Miss Tong for her kindness." Qin Xiaolou looks at her back

"You're very much like someone I know."

Tong Weiwei's slender fingers clenched the steering wheel: "what else?"

"If I have a chance to come back, I will make a clear investigation of the past and not allow myself to continue to suffer injustice." Qin Xiaolou looks firm.

"I can only say, bless you."

What Tong Weiwei said was light, but her eyes were filled with hatred, like saying to herself:

"Of course, none of those who have done harm to themselves can be spared!"

Late at night.

Qin Xiaolou can't sleep. The ticket is under the pillow.

Tomorrow, she will be free again and get rid of this nightmare like Mohism.

She couldn't figure out whether she was happy or lost more?

What is mo QingHan doing at this time?

There was a knock at the door.

Qin Xiaolou opened the door like a frightened bird.

Mo QingHan leaned against the door frame, and his outstretched legs looked more slender: "so slow?"

Qin Xiaolou lowered his head and squeezed his palm nervously: "I fell asleep by accident..."

It's so late, he doesn't want to

"I'm hungry. Go and cook me a bowl of noodles." Ink light cold look a little impatient.

"Good."

It turned out that she just wanted to eat noodles, and she was relieved.

Just about to go out, Mo QingHan later took her hand, warm hand through the heat, red her face.

"Why blush?"

Would he notice her face, too?

Qin Xiaolou lowered his head: "I'll cook noodles."

"All right?" Mo QingHan seems to be really hungry.

"Here we are." Qin Xiaolou agreed and came out with a bowl.

Clear soup, green scallion, minced meat and sauerkraut, plus a golden poached egg, a bowl of face color and fragrance.

The night is cool, the man moves gracefully, and a bowl of noodles is soon finished.

There are tears in Qin Xiaolou's eyes. Their friendship is just like this bowl of noodles. Is it over here?