Chapter 245

Shen Jian Yan Leng glared at her, "yes, I just hope I don't have your daughter."

The nerve in Yi Qiao's brain seemed to be pulled violently. The pain left only a "buzzing" roar. Because of her weakness, her body shook gently.

The emergency room door opened, the doctor came out from inside, took off the mask, "the patient hit the head, there is no blood in the brain, other parts are just abrasions, not serious, as for whether there will be sequelae to see sober."

Mother was transferred to the general surgery ward.

Yi Qiao followed up, but did not enter the ward, just stood outside the door, her legs have been numb, and then stand for a long time also don't feel pain.

She had to watch her mother wake up and make sure she was OK before she could leave!

This time, it's more than seven in the evening.

She heard Chen Qing's weak voice in the ward, "Jian Yan..."

I wake up.

Yi Qiao tight body a loose, legs a soft, the whole person is unstable against the wall, looked inside——

Chen Qing has woken up and is talking to Shen Jianyan.

Mother just woke up, she did not want to let her look angry, also did not go in, directly downstairs out of the hospital.

In the ward, Chen Qing asked, "where is Yi Qiao?"

……

Yi Qiao is wearing a wedding dress.

Nowhere to go!

Muzi recently went back to her hometown. Shisheng was in the United States. She got married and her two best friends didn't come. No wonder it didn't go well.

She was driving, and the air conditioner in the car couldn't warm her frozen skin.

And the spirit is getting worse and worse. If we continue to drive, I'm afraid something will happen!

She went back to Repulse Bay.

Mo Beiting's car is parked in the garden. Yiqiao is lying on the steering wheel and turns on the air conditioner to the maximum. She wants to sleep for a while.

I'm so tired.

I don't want to go!

I don't want to go so far.

Mo Beiting had been standing at the bedroom window on the second floor. As soon as Shen Yiqiao's car entered the door, he saw it. His thin lips were tight and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and go downstairs.

But it stopped again.

It's been a long time since the car stopped, but the people on the car didn't plan to get down. He twisted his eyebrows and turned to go downstairs.

……

Rong Jie heard the sound of the car engine and ran out to see it.

She knew that her husband and wife were married today, but just after this afternoon, her husband came back alone and did not speak. She went directly into the room and has not come out until now.

Is it hard to fight again?

She had never seen the car, but she saw the woman in the cab wearing wedding dress and lying on the steering wheel through the windshield.

ma'am?

Linjiang's winter is very cold. She can't stand it in her down jacket. Her wife's arms are naked outside. It's cold even with the air conditioner on.

She ran over and knocked on the door. "Ma'am?"

The woman lying on her stomach didn't move. She was worried and had to open the door.

Fortunately, it's not locked.

"Madam, I'm tired. Go to sleep. I'll catch a cold in this car."

She went to help her, touched her arm and exclaimed, "how can this hand be frozen like this? Hurry up, you have to use hot water to make a good bubble. It's cold. It's not popular. "

Rong Jie wants to help Yi Qiao out of the car, but she's old. She doesn't have any strength. She is usually reluctant, not to mention that Yi Qiao is still wearing this heavy and long wedding dress!

"Don't sleep. I'll call sir."

Just then, Mo Beiting has come out, still wearing wedding suit pants, shirt has been changed to black.

He pursed his lips and strode over, "what's the matter?"

Let elder sister that cry, he also heard.

"Ma'am, she..."

"It's OK," Yi Qiao was more sober. She got out of the car and couldn't see anything unusual except the abnormal flush on her face.

She seems to be looking at Mo Beiting, and it seems not to look at him. She lowers her head and has a wooden expression on her face. "I'll go up and take a bath."

"Shen Yiqiao."

Mo Beiting pursed her lips and looked at her dirty skirt lying on the ground behind her, "where have you been? How did that happen? "

Yi Joe didn't want to talk, let alone talk to him.

Walk past him with your head down.

Mo Beiting twisted his eyebrows and held her. The coldness of his tentacles made his face a little more heavy.

"You let go," Yi Qiao's face pale as paper, wring his eyebrows to shake off his hand, unconsciously rubbed the place he held, as if extremely disgusted with his touch.

Her walking posture is very rigid, almost moving forward little by little, from her face to her movements, there is a repulsion to him.