Chapter 339

Seeing this scene, the servants left the living room consciously and consciously with the help of Zhang's mother. In the huge living room, only Su Qinglian and Shi Hanmo were left, and Xu Ling was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

"The food is getting cold. I'm hungry."

Su Qinglian sucked her nose, moved away from the man's eyes, sat down on the table, picked up chopsticks, and pulled the white rice in the bowl with her head down.

"Sister Xiaolian, I'm hungry too. I want to eat."

There was a tender voice behind her. Su Qinglian's hand holding chopsticks suddenly shook slightly. She put down her chopsticks and slowly turned around.

Xu Ling has sat up from the sofa, his dark eyes staring at Su Qinglian, ruddy face some full pale color.

"Xiaoling You You're back

Su Qinglian was so excited that she didn't know what to say. She picked up the child and touched his dark hair. For a moment, she felt as if she was in an illusion.

"Xiaolian, the child is hungry. Let him down first."

When Han Mo also dragged a heavy body to come over, he heartily took Xu Ling from Su Qinglian's arms, put it on the dining chair, personally went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of rice, put it in front of Xu Ling.

"Xiaolingxiao, all these meals have to be finished. One grain is not allowed to be wasted, you know?"

He picked up the chopsticks and put several pieces of sweet and sour spareribs into the children's bowl. When he saw Xu Ling chewing meat, he sat down at the table and picked up the chopsticks to eat.

Just picked up a green vegetable, and before it could be put into the rice bowl, Han Mo suddenly felt black in front of his eyes. His body seemed to be pulled out of his strength and loosened his chopsticks. The whole person staggered up.

"What's wrong with you? I haven't finished my meal yet Su Qinglian saw that there was something wrong with the man's walking posture. She also put down her chopsticks and rushed to catch up.

When Han Mo's head is a little painful, his vision is also a little fuzzy. He seems to have several stairs in front of him. He raises his feet and hesitates not to know how to step on which one.

"When cold ink!"

Su Qinglian's eyes open to see when cold ink in front of himself stepped on an empty, and then the body back a tilt, straight fell on the floor.

"Dong Dong Dong..." The whole man rolled on the floor for a moment and finally lay down at the table.

"Zhang Ma, dial 120 quickly!" Su Qinglian was flustered and didn't know what to do. She just cried and tried to pull up the cold ink, but the man was too heavy for her to pull.

What to do? What should I do? When the cold ink suddenly fainted, Su Qinglian's brain was blank. The man who sheltered her from the wind and rain one day suddenly fell down. She only felt that the high-rise building in her heart collapsed suddenly and could not care about anything.

"Shi Hanmo, get up, get up quickly. What's wrong with you? You tell me... "

Su Qinglian's tears fell more quickly. She put the man's head on her lap and patted his handsome cold cheek. "You can't scare me. Without you, I really don't know how to live. Please, wake up quickly..."

The whole family was in a complete mess. Some people brought the first-aid kit, others called 120, and others accompanied Su Qinglian in tears. Only Xu Ling lowered his head mechanically and delivered rice to his mouth one by one. He didn't know what was happening in front of him.

When the ambulance arrived, Han Mo had completely lost consciousness. She could not help holding Su Qinglian's hand. Su Qinglian watched the man being carried onto a stretcher and sent him to the ambulance. She ran after the ambulance for a long time, until the ambulance could not see the car and disappeared in the sky. After a long time of forbearance, Su Qinglian finally held her head and cried in the crowded street Self.

She never thought, when the Han Mo identity of the man will one day can not support, weak fall in front of her, once upon a time, she thought that men are the sky, is the earth, can put everything for her, always like a guardian God guard in his side.

However, he is also a person, flesh and blood, mechanical like accompany her everywhere, has not closed his eyes for several days, even in the moment before the man fell, Su Qinglian was still capricious with him small emotions.

She regretted it.

Hospitals.

When cold ink lying on the hospital bed, tightly closed his eyes, his skin white to almost transparent, in the sunshine, more like the kind of morbid miserable white.

Su Qinglian sits beside the hospital bed, supporting half of her face with her hands, and carefully looks at the delicate facial features of the man. From the forehead to the jaw, she looks at the tiny pores on her face.

She and time Han Mo together for so long, she seems to have never looked at men so carefully, she even began to forget, she and he fell in love with the process, just want to rely on his side day after day, looking at their own mischief, watching him smile.

It has been more than five hours since Shi Hanmo was admitted to the hospital. The man still has no sign of waking up. The doctor said that he was not in a big trouble, but his breath was not smooth due to his overwork. He only needed to take a rest for a few days to recover. However, all the drops were almost gone, and he still didn't wake up."Dong Dong Dong..." There was a knock outside the door, and then Mama Zhang's voice rang out, "Xiao Lian, do you always wake up? I've specially made Chicken Soup for him here. Would you like to taste it while it's hot? Is it convenient to come in? "

Su Qinglian flurried wiped the eyes, and then straightened the corner of his clothes, got up, walked to the door, opened the door, "come in."

Zhang Ma came in with a large bucket of insulated lunch box and lowered her footstep. She saw the man lying on the hospital bed. Her emotions were seized and she covered her mouth on the spot and cried.

Maybe she realized that she had lost her manners. Zhang Ma put down the thermos lunch box, turned around and walked out of the ward. The door was not closed, and a woman's voice of crying was heard in the corridor.

Su Qinglian can't help but turn red after wiping her eyes. She opens the thermos lunch box and sits by Shi Han Mo's side, whispering.

"You see, the chicken soup has been cooked. How come you haven't woken up yet? If you don't wake up, I'll drink up the chicken soup and leave it to you."

Picking up the spoon, Su Qinglian looked at the man on the eye bed again, scooped up a spoon and put it to his mouth, "look, I really drank it..."

Words down, Su Qinglian difficult to chicken soup into the mouth, in the mouth with a long time, this just swallow.

Chicken soup is really delicious, but without the company of cold ink, she felt that the most delicious thing in the world was tasteless.

After closing the lunch box, Su Qinglian picked up a towel and carefully wiped her body for Shi Hanmo. Just after opening the quilt, the door of the ward was suddenly kicked open