Chapter 104

As soon as the ambulance left the gate of Liu's house, Yin Mo Ting held Liu Mo Xi in his arms. He knocked her out with his own hands. Although he had to, he was really distressed.

"Li Mu, hurry up and let her wake up quickly. Don't let her always be in a coma." Yin Mo Ting tidied up the broken hair in front of Liu Mo Xi's forehead. Looking at her little white face, he began to worry vaguely. He was in control of the strength. Liu Mo Xi has no intention to wake up so far. There should be no accident.

Li Mu glanced at Yin Mo Ting's infatuated seed, leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said impatiently, "Oh, she's okay, just a simple coma. I've seen it all and will wake up later."

"But you didn't say that her brain had been moved before. Xi Xi had been in a coma several times before. Do you think I would start heavy, in case I broke it?" Yin Mo Ting's eyes were always nervously staring at Liu Mo Xi's eyes, hoping that she would quickly open her eyes. If Liu Mo Xi was hurt again because of him, he would never forgive himself.

Now Liu morxi will always stay with him. It doesn't matter whether she thinks she is selling her body to bury her father or her own arrogance. As long as she stays with him, they are destined to love each other.

He was so tall and straight, half kneeling in the narrow space in the car, he would soon get numb, but Yin Mo Ting still maintained a posture. He felt that guarding Liu Mo Xi would make her wake up quickly.

Ding Jiaxin has been in a low mood since she left Liu's villa. Liu Moxi always has good men to compete for it, and she will be deprived of the opportunity to get close to the president of Shengkang group by a small housekeeper.

She smiled bitterly, laughing that she was really poor and sad. The man she had always loved foolishly, but she would never do anything for her seriously, but love is like covering water. Once she loves, it is really difficult to accept. She took out the phone and called Han Mingzhe.

"Hello, honey, I have good news for you." She is going to tell Han Mingzhe that Liu Moxi and Han Mingze won't get married. If Han Mingze doesn't get married, Han Zhenyao won't give the successor of the Han family to Han Mingze, so Han Mingzhe will have another chance. Ding Jiaxin holds the phone tightly, hoping to hear excited or expectant voices from the phone.

Han Mingzhe's voice was lazy and alienated, like the distance across the ocean at the moment, "what ah, what good news can you bring?"

Ding Jiaxin sighed. She knew she would be so indifferent, but once she really heard it, she would be really sad. "I'm an overseas phone, so you can't be more enthusiastic about me."

"Oh, Xiao Li." Han Mingzhe's voice suddenly soared, "ha ha, business is easy to discuss. Well, I'll have dinner with my wife now. Let's make an appointment later."

At this end of the phone, there was only Ding Jiaxin standing alone in the street. The cars around her came and went, but there was no place for her in any car, and no one was willing to accompany her to the same car.

She knows that after hanging up the phone and calling Han Mingzhe, she must be going to accompany his wife. When does her lover want to do it, even she doesn't know. Is it a lifetime? She is twenty-two years old this year. Almost all her best time has been buried in Han Mingzhe. Not much is left for herself.

In the deep love can't stand the consumption without the bottom line, there is always a straw that will overwhelm the camel.

She raised her head, the breeze blew her cheeks, her hair gently raised, and looked at the clouds floating in the sky. She was so free and unrestrained. How could she be bound by emotion? Why the obsession?