Half an hour later, Yan Shiqi and his man arrived at Licheng hospital.

It's just that Qiao Mu's phone call is too worrying. She rushed to the door of the intensive care unit. As soon as she opened the door, Ling Zihuan's low voice came to her ears.

"Wood, stop him. Don't let him run away. I'll take five to kill him!"

Yan Shiqi: "what's wrong?"

She looked back at the intersection of the man's eyes, and almost immediately noticed that his face was slightly heavy.

Then, Mu Yi's steady voice came, "enlarge your moves!"

Yan Shiqi stood at the door, confused, but anxious and suspicious. When she opened the door, she took a look.

Well

The situation in the ward is not to blame for Qiao Mu's heart pain.

At this time, Qiao Mu is hanging an infusion bottle, lying on the bed looking at the ceiling with a loveless face, and holding a cigarette that has not been lit in his mouth, as if he is consoling his melancholy.

On the sofa opposite the bed, Ling Zihuan sits cross legged on it, combing a ball, holding a mobile phone in both hands and constantly operating.

As for Mu Yi, she is sitting beside her, holding her cell phone, and her eyes scan Ling Zihuan's screen from time to time.

On the tea table in front of them, there are four or five lunch boxes. They only ate a few mouthfuls of food. They should have been attracted by the game, but obviously they haven't finished.

Seeing this scene, Yan Shiqi was relieved.

The man beside her pulled her into the ward without saying a word.

Hearing the footsteps, Qiao Mu squinted and saw their figures. He blinked lazily. He raised his hand and pointed to Ling Zihuan's direction. He was too angry to speak.

He is a patient, clearly in the little girl's company, should recover quickly, but... This day a night ah, he felt his life is not like death.

My heart is going to explode.

But I can't say more, or he will look like a chicken.

What a hell of a fight!

When inkstone saw Qiao Mu's action, he couldn't laugh or cry.

She stepped forward and took the lead in asking, "brother Qiao, are you ok?"

All the way, she thought Qiao Mu's injury was serious again.

But... It seems that his face is really not very good, the eyebrows and corners of his eyes are covered with haggard, this is not a good rest?

Qiao Mu moved thin lips, the cigarette that he bit in the corner of his mouth fell on the bed.

The man stood on the side of the bed and looked down at Qiao Mu's dejected face

Qiao Mu's eyes were blank. He stretched his neck and looked at Ling Zihuan again. He closed his eyes and whispered, "take away your bodyguard, now."

His voice is not big, and Ling Zihuan has been chirping. I don't know if Mu Yi has heard this sentence.

Yan Shiqi turns to look at Ling Zihuan and stretches his eyebrows and says with a helpless smile, "Huanhuan, you're still playing. Your uncle's heart hurts."

Ling Zihuan "ah" a, flurried to raise his head, this just exclaimed, "Seventeen elder sister, when did you come?"

Then, the sound of being killed comes from the game.

Ling Zihuan was stunned.

Her five kills are gone!

Without waiting for her to complain, Mu Yi has put down her mobile phone, got up and walked to Qin Baiyu. There was a dark red flash on Qin Baiyu's face. His tone was very low, with a hint of obscurity, "Sishao, madam."

He accompanied the little girl to play games, but he didn't see four little came.

Qin Baiyu picked the tip of his brow. He didn't make a sound, but he still had a little fun at the bottom of his eyes.

What did you do to make Joe so angry?!