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Jing Xiao Can laid on her bed weakly, fainting.

"A fever of 39 degrees 8." The family doctor, Zolling, took a thermometer from under her armpit and looked at it.

Mo Yi Qing stood at the side and stared at her crimson cheeks. He tilted his head to look at the thermometer in Zhuo Lin's hands and coldly instructed: "Quickly, treat them."

He turned around and walked to the window. He put one hand in his pocket as he looked at the dark night.

So this woman was really sick and not faking it.

Zhuo Lin did not dare to be negligent and gave Jing Xiao Can a needle of the antifebrile medicine. Then, he instructed the Aunt Zhou at his side to drink another pack of the antifebrile medicine a few hours later. After finishing the diagnosis, the two of them swiftly left the room.

"Woo woo …" Hearing the sound of the unconscious woman sobbing, Mo Yi Qing frowned and turned to walk to the side of the bed.

Lowering his eyes, he looked at the woman who had her eyes closed. Fingerprints could be vaguely seen on her red and swollen cheeks. Her lips were dry and cracked, and the small wound at the corner of her lips had already formed a scab.

His thick eyelashes constantly trembled, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He looked as if he was immersed in a terrible nightmare, helpless and terrified.

Mo Yi Qing's mind flashed with the results of the investigation that Gu Zi An reported to him: Jing Xiao Can, 22 years old, of mediocre family circumstances, father met with an air accident and his whereabouts were unknown ten years ago.

How could such a simple-looking girl have anything to do with the fire three years ago?

Was she being coerced into using it, or was her acting skills too good? It actually fooled everyone!

Mo Yi Qing was handsome and cold, his hands uncontrollably resting on her forehead. His fingers slipped and pressed on the space between her eyebrows.

Jing Xiao Can's entire body was burning in pain and pain. While sshe was unconscious, he felt a chill on his forehead, and reflexively reached out to grab onto it, holding onto it tightly as if she was holding onto his lifesaver. A smile appeared on her swollen lips, and she muttered, "Mother … "I missed you …"

As he spoke, he leaned forward and pressed his hands against his burning cheeks, gently stroking them.

Mother...

The slurred words spilling out of her moving lips, or, clearly, into his ear.

Mo Yi Qing retracted his hand, and turned to leave.

The woman who was holding onto her was brought to the edge of the bed by his actions.

Fortunately, he didn't have much strength, or else she would have already been dragged directly to the ground by him.

The bottom of Mo Yi Qing's eyes were dark and cold. When his cold eyes touched the tears that were slowly falling from the corners of her eyes, the adam's apple on his neck rolled up and down a few times, and then he sat beside her like a ghost.

"Mother... Dong Pei Lan chased me out … Woo woo … * Our home was taken over by her. "We don't have a home, we don't have a home …" The intermittent sobbing sounds softly reverberated in the silent space.

Mo Yi Qing's palm was wet, all of his tears fell quickly.

The woman's curled up figure trembled into a ball.

He looked helpless and miserable, like a wounded animal hiding in a corner.

Mo Yi Qing looked at Jing Xiao Can whose eyes were tightly shut.

The woman in front of him was completely different from the fearless and reckless person he had seen in the hotel before.

Instinctively, Mo Yi Qing reached out and pulled Jing Xiao Can into his embrace, hugging her head tightly in front of his chest.

At this moment, the man who was always a germaphobic didn't care about women's tear-stained cheeks. He only wanted to comfort her and stop her irritating crying.

Yes, he was extremely agitated when he heard her crying.

He even wanted to grab her neck and wake her up so that she would shut up.