Mo Kun's eyes converged, and a flash of light flashed through his eyes.
Yes!
Even if the poison is under his control these years, what about the old man?
All that Mohist saw was his eternal "credit".
It is mo Yongheng who takes care of the old master.
If the home owner is poisoned, the suspect is not him.
What is he afraid of?
ink's everlasting whereabouts are more and more strange. He often avoids his eyelid and acts alone. Whether he is colluded with the young people and can not be loyal to his people, this critical moment is unnecessary.
He just can borrow Qi Yan's hand to get rid of a hidden danger!
"I'll leave this matter to you for arrangement. It's necessary to deal with it well. If there's any more errands..." Mo Kun didn't finish, but the warning was obvious.
Du stands a nod and respectfully exits the study.
-In the hospital.
Tan didn't know how long he slept, but he felt dizzy. His limbs seemed to be filled with lead, very heavy.
She couldn't lift it.
When she was confused, she seemed to hear someone talking in her ear.
Soft waxy voice, calling her mother.
But before she could answer, the voice disappeared.
More and more far away from her
She tried to open her eyes and look at the child, but she couldn't open it
Tan Beng opens his eyes.
There was a white ceiling in front of me.
It's all white around
Familiar with the smell of disinfectant at the tip of her nose, she immediately responded that she was in the hospital.
She was anxious to raise her hand to touch her stomach. Her hand moved and pulled it to the infusion tube on the back of her hand. The needle pierced the blood vessel, which made her squint.
With a big hand, she quickly pressed her arm.
"Don't move!"
Qi Yan caught a glimpse of the blood on the back of her hand, and his eyebrows tightened.
See the needle pull out, draw the cotton swab, and hold the needle mouth for her.
He is busy dealing with the blood on the back of her hand. He doesn't notice that Tan avalanche, lying on the bed, is staring at him.
Next second, he raised another hand that he didn't press, and wanted to touch his belly
"Baby Is it still there? "
Qi Yangang throws the bloody cotton swab into the trash can. When he looks up, he hears her hoarse voice.
Every word, ask carefully.
Look at him with hope.
Qi Yan couldn't look into her eyes to answer the question. He raised his eyes slightly and looked out of the window.
The voice was low.
"Although the injury on your body is not serious, it also takes time for the wound to heal. Don't think about anything during this time. Have a good rest..."
"Qi Yan."
Tan Bengbeng suddenly opened his mouth, gently two words, interrupted his words.
Her eyes have moved away.
Look at the ceiling.
The voice is ethereal and ethereal, like it comes from afar.
"The baby is gone, isn't it?"
Tan avalanche opened his mouth, tears had slipped from the corner of his eyes.
She doesn't need an answer. She can feel it, but she still has a little hope. She hopes there will be a miracle.
She turned slightly over and closed her eyes again.
It's like a wounded animal, unwilling to let anyone see her wound, but hiding silently and healing herself.
“……”
Qi Yan's eyes are dim, and his chest is suffocating.
Just want to reach out to embrace her, the door of the ward, was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Ink eternal meticulous figure, appeared in the door.