Chapter 662

Fu Xiao refused to talk about the topic. Qin Fang has the vision to see the automatic spontaneous transfer of the topic, "Xia Xia this time certainly scared, Fu Xiao big brother if free, more accompany her."

"I know."

"By the way, and Wei Zifeng..." Qin Fang was a little bit hard to say, "I heard what happened, and I know you are angry with him. But brother Fu Xiao, don't blame him. How to say... "

He pinched his nose, "the situation at that time, if we don't let go, we will kill him. He really likes Xia Xia, but he doesn't like it enough to give up his life. Now in this society, many people just like it. There are too few people who are willing to give up their lives. He... "

Qin Fang couldn't go on, but he still insisted, "after this time, he should have no face to face Xia Xia again."

Wei Zifeng doesn't chase Mo Xiaxia. For brother Fu Xiao, it should be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, right?

not bad After all, people are selfish. When it comes to life and death, both husband and wife have to work hard, not to mention that Wei Zifeng is just pursuing Mo Xiaxia. They don't even have a word to pick. man man

If he hadn't let go, he might not have been taken away. In case of delay, others may find out what's going on here.

report Don't talk about you. I'm angry. Brother Fu Xiao, go with Xia Xia. I'll go to the police station and see if I can help. "

Fu Xiao eyes a warm, "trouble you."

these Qin Fang waved his hand. "We grew up in the same yard. Zhiyan and I are good friends. these I'll change my clothes and wash my hands. You can accompany Xia Xia. "

Fu Xiao nodded.

Qin Fang left in a hurry, holding his hand which he had not yet taken off.

As soon as he left, the man with a serious face pushed the door and walked into the ward.

It's already 3:30 in the evening. The moon outside is big and round. The bright moonlight comes in from the window and shines on the face of the sleeping person in the hospital bed. It looks even more pale as paper.

Fu Xiao moved a stool to sit beside the hospital bed, pulled up the hand of the little woman who was still dribbling, looked down quietly at the needle eye on the back of her hand for a while, and saw the deep pain and regret.

"I'm sorry."

"..." responded to the sound of quiet breathing.

Fu Xiao leaned over and gave her a kiss on the corner of the mouth. Then he sat up straight and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you go with Wei Zifeng at night. If I had known..."

He was heartbroken and in agony.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have been by your side."

"Sorry, I love you."

Sleeping person canthus moist, canthus quickly rolled a drop of tears, into the pillow. But people are still sleeping quietly, not moving, as if with narcotic drugs, still sleepy.

Fu Xiao knew she was awake.

In her early years, she worked in the FBI and was poisoned in her food by a vicious criminal. After that, although she was rescued, but I don't know why, since then, the anesthetic has no effect on her. Mosha never mentioned this experience to anyone. It was a coincidence that he was told by someone who worked in the FBI. At that time, the man gave a thumbs up and said that momosha was the calmest wuman he had ever seen. He also said that many people in the FBI adored him very much.

Fu Xiao quietly in the hospital bed, did not pierce, a sit is all night.

At 7:00 in the morning, Mo Xia's temperature was abnormal. After Qin Fang came back to check, he opened the infusion bottle for her again, and her temperature slowly dropped. Qin Fang said that it was because Mo Xiaxia was forced to inject Keka Yin when she was given that kind of medicine. Later, when Mo Xiaxia recovered, he had to check whether he needed to go to the rehab center to get rid of drugs.

Han Xiaoye arrived at half past eight in the morning.

When she woke up at six o'clock, she found spare ribs and wax gourd from the refrigerator and stewed a pot of soup with them. Later, he coaxed Fu Xiaomao to get on the school bus and cheated Aunt Liu that she was cooking soup and taking it to the company to drink by herself. I got a ride.

As soon as she came in, she saw Fu Xiao, who had been sitting beside the hospital bed all night

She put the heat preservation bucket on the head of the bed and asked Fu Xiao softly, "uncle, is Xia Xia still awake?"

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So you didn't wake up?

Han Xiaoye moved a bench carefully and sat next to Fu Xiao. Looking at Mo Xia's pale face, my heart is as painful as someone's.

After sitting with Mosha for a while, she stood up and took an apple to peel. After cutting, she learned what Aunt Liu did yesterday, cut the apple into small pieces and put them on the plate. Look at the person who still closed his eyes and silently put the plate on the bedside table.

From the beginning to the end, Mosha was extremely quiet, with her eyes closed and her face as white as porcelain.

Han Xiaoye sat there for a while. He couldn't stand the quiet and suffocating atmosphere in the ward. He picked up his bag and said to Fu Xiao, "uncle, I'll go to see Aunt Feng."

"Go ahead."

The fingertips of the people on the bed moved and opened their eyes. When Han Xiaoye was about to leave the ward, he suddenly called her.

"Ono."

"Xia Xia, are you awake?" Han Xiaoye is ecstatic.

But the next second I saw that Mo Xia's Scarlet eyes didn't look like her sleeping eyes. Her voice was blocked and she couldn't speak. The joy on his face faded like the tide.

Han Xiaoye has a sensitive personality. Seeing Mo Xiaxia like this, how can he not know that Mo Xiaxia didn't fall asleep from beginning to end. I'm just pretending to sleep with my eyes closed. As for why we pretend to sleep, the reason is self-evident

"Please don't tell mom about me."

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Han Xiaoye forced himself to squeeze out a smiling face, bared his teeth, patted his chest, "don't worry, my mouth is the strictest. It's harder to keep than shells. "

Mo Xia didn't speak. He turned around quietly and closed his eyes. From beginning to end, he heard Feng Yaqin's name calling Han Xiaoye and said something. I didn't look at the two people in the room at all. Nihilistic, completely unfocused.