Master Mo's beloved wife

All of their 18 means were used by Qin Xiaolou, but she had no time to distract herself from the people in front of her.

Li Guangming stood up straight and came to the direction of Mo QingHan, "what are you going to do?"

"What to do?" Mo QingHan asked.

Li Guangming glanced at Qin Xiaolou and said, "who else can I ask

"She's just the adopted daughter of Mohism. What does that have to do with me?"

Ink light cold deep pupil, mouth raised a cool thin smile.

"Sure enough, he is a cold-blooded and merciless Mo Zong." Li Guangming said with a smile:

"However, I look at Qin Xiaolou very well, and I don't know if we can develop something?"

"Whatever you want." Ink light cold complexion instantly infected with a layer of frost, heavy frightening.

"I'm only joking!" Li Guangming laughingly looked at the people in front of him, "you look like you are going to eat me. How dare I move your people?"

Inpatient Ward.

Qin Xiaolou's hand was so tightly clenched that she almost pinched it into the flesh. It seemed that only in this way could she relieve the sadness and despair in her heart.

Maybe he got married, and everything between them finally came to an end.

She looked out of the window with some extravagant hopes. The sunshine there was bright and bright, and it seemed to push away the shadow in her heart little by little.

"Thinking about the light cold of ink?" Li Guangming suddenly spoke in her ear.

Qin Xiaolou looked up in surprise and subconsciously denied it.

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it!" Li Guangming seems to see through her idea, "don't worry, you can take me as your friend."

Qin Xiaolou shook his head. "To be my friend, I will only bring them bad luck. It's better not to do it!"

"Nonsense Li Guangming holds his head and looks lazily at Qin Xiaolou

"Every time you come to the hospital, I can get a lot of investment. You are my God of wealth. Where is the bad luck?"

investment!

Qin Xiaolou wondered.

"It was mo QingHan who donated it."

Li Guangming looks at Qin Xiaolou with a smile. The lens is shining in the sunlight.

"Why is he?" Asked Qin Xiaolou.

"You really don't understand, or you pretend you don't!"

Li Guangming did not look at the person in front of him angrily, "he that person always has the kindness to repay, he owes me, naturally will return."

Qin Xiaolou looks at Li Guangming with a dull face.

"You wooden head!" Li Guangming looks at Qin Xiaolou with regret

"Because I saved you, Mo QingHan owes me. Now he will pay me back."

"No way!"

Qin Xiaolou subconsciously denies that Mo QingHan owes Li Guangming the favor for her?

He didn't want her to be reduced to a beggar on the street, begging for a living all day.

"Can't I cheat you? Although Mo QingHan said he hated you, what did he do to make you feel sorry?" Li Guangming asked.

If the job transfer doesn't count, it really doesn't.

Qin Xiaolou recalled carefully.

"That's right! Even you can't say it yourself, which shows that Mo QingHan is good for you. " Li Guangming said painstakingly.

"In my opinion, if you like him, you should go after him boldly instead of hurting yourself."

Li Guangming touched his chin and suggested.

"Cough!" Qin Xiaolou almost choked a mouthful of water when he heard the speech.

She goes after Mo QingHan?

As soon as I think of the relevant scenes in my mind, I will automatically come up with the picture of her being shot.

"Li Guangming, thank you, but you misunderstand me. Mo QingHan and Tong Weiwei are a perfect match. I wish them a happy match." Qin Xiaolou politely hooked his lips.

"Sure enough, it's elm head. It has nothing to do with whether others deserve you or not." Li Guangming couldn't help saying.

"I know, but I hope Mo QingHan can be happy. If this is his way of happiness, I wish him well."

Qin Xiaolou suddenly dropped her head. The wind outside the window broke her long hair.

"I hope you don't regret that."

Li Guangming laughingly looks at Qin Xiaolou, sits beside the hospital bed, picks up an orange and dials it.

"Li Guangming, thank you for your concern. In this world, there are too many things more important than happiness." She said.

There's guilt, there's responsibility.

She and Mo light cold, originally two parallel lines, but hatred entangled them together, if can return to the origin, she is also very happy.

Mohist.

When Mo QingHan returned to the company, Li Li, who was standing at the door in advance, hurried forward and asked respectfully, "Mr. Mo, what can I do for you?"

"Check the warehouse for me. Let a man named Ma come to my office by the way." Ink light cold deep voice command.

"Yes." Li Li went down in a hurry.

……

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Knock on the door suddenly rang out, two people in the ward are in a daze, who will come at this time?

"Miss Qin, this is your flower!" The florist held a big bunch of white roses and said with a smile.

"Thank you." Qin Xiaolou took the rose and took out a delicate card.

Surprisingly, there was nothing in it.

"Oh, who sent the flowers?" Li Guangming came over and said, "can't it be mo QingHan? Don't you know that he's the only one who's sick?"

Qin Xiaolou's face turned red, and quickly put the flowers on one side of the table, "there is no thing, it is estimated that who sent the wrong one."

Delicate white rose, in the afternoon sun, pretty tight.

If it's really from that person, Qin Xiaolou's heart starts to jump out of his heart at any time when he thinks about it.

In the office, Mo QingHan's face was calm, and his slender fingers held the thin document tightly.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Come in!" Ink light cold head also don't lift.

The door was opened, showing the old horse's humble and flattering smile.

"Mr. Mo is good. I don't know if Mr. Mo has come to me all of a sudden. What's the matter?"

The old horse rubbed his hands and stared greasily at the furnishings in the office, showing a greedy light at the bottom of his eyes.

Mo QingHan frowned and asked in a deep voice, "which hand touched Qin Xiaolou just now?"

When Lao Ma heard this question, he panicked

"Mr. Mo, I just looked at Qin Xiaolou. It seemed that he could not stand steadily, so I helped him."

"Is it?" Mo QingHan raised his head and stared at the old horse with deep vision. The sharp vision seemed to split the man in two.

"Yes... Yes!" The old horse bowed his head with a guilty heart.

"In this way, both hands touched!" Ink light cold corners of the mouth hook up a sneer, gas field incomparably strong get up.

Li Li on one side knows.

"Click!"

The sound of broken bones sounded, followed by the sound of killing pigs in the air!