Chapter 215

Jing xiaocan runs to the street with her head down.

I tried to bite my lips, but I still couldn't stop the wanton tears.

"Jing xiaocan, I've identified you in my life. You can't escape from my palm again." a man's overbearing voice came from behind, "I know you must have difficulties. You tell me, I'll face it with you, Jing xiaocan! Stop!"

Mo also came at a gallop and shouted while chasing.

The man who wanted to stop a taxi on the roadside looked back and saw that Zhimo Yiqing had caught up with him. In a hurry, Jing xiaocan rushed across the road in a panic.

She ran too fast. She just looked back and Mo Yiqing was worried that he would catch up. She didn't pay attention to a speeding car on the side until the dazzling lights flashed. Jing xiaocan was stunned and stopped subconsciously.

"Cancan, get out of the way!"

At the critical moment, Mo Yiqing rushed forward, protected her in his arms, and quickly turned to one side.

Boom!

Rao Shi Mo Yi Qing's speed was no matter how fast, he was hit out by the car with the emergency brake.

Plop!

After a whirl, Jing xiaocan grabs Mo Yiqing's arm with both hands and is stunned by the sudden situation in front of him until Mo Yiqing falls to the ground, and she presses him heavily.

"... cancan, are you okay?" the moment they fell to the ground, Mo Yiqing tried to resist the stabbing pain behind her, twisted her eyebrows, raised her head, held her face in both hands and pulled out a smile.

A stream of blood spilled from his lips. Jing xiaocan's face turned pale. She suddenly sat up straight and shouted in panic: "Mo Yiqing, are you okay? You... Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away..."

Mo Yiqing grabbed her hand and flashed a happy smile on her pale face, "cancan, you finally admit..."

"Don't talk, I beg you, hold on, you must hold on..." Jing xiaocan hurriedly takes out his mobile phone and dials out the phone. Tears blur his eyes. After calling, Jing xiaocan tightly holds his head and murmurs, "you must not be anything. You will be nothing..."

Relying on Jing xiaocan's arms, Mo Yiqing's consciousness is gradually blurred

Fortunately, the car that caused the accident braked in time. Mo Yiqing only suffered a skin injury and had a slight concussion. Jing xiaocan stayed in the hospital for three days. After hearing the nurse say that the patient had awakened, she told the nurse to tell the patient that she had left.

She booked a room opposite the hospital and quietly stayed by his side only when Mo Yiqing was sleeping at night.

She didn't know how to face him until she had figured out how to explain all this to him.

At night, Jing xiaocan puts on her nurse's clothes. The light blue medical mask almost covers most of her cheeks. A pair of Phoenix eyes exposed outside the mask have bright eyes. Their graceful posture is particularly eye-catching through the corridor.

Standing outside the intensive care unit, Jing xiaocan paused and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, she lowered her eyes. She carefully pushed open the door and quickly dodged in.

Gently put down the tray in his hand. Jing xiaocan holds her breath and tiptoes to the hospital bed. In the room, a wall lamp is on. Although she is wearing a mask, the pungent smell of disinfectant still lingers.

Frown and cover her nose until she gets used to the smell in the room for a moment. Jing xiaocan puts her hands in her pockets and quietly stands in front of the bed looking at the sleeping man in front of her.

Three years, they have been separated for three years!

At the moment, the man lying quietly on the hospital bed has clear and profound facial features, and the outline carved by a knife is as beautiful as a Greek sculpture.

The original deep eyes are quietly closed at the moment, quietly covering up their wild and unrestrained temperament.

Obviously, the man in front of him is lying in the hospital bed, but his whole body still exudes a majestic King spirit.

Watching, the scene of the car accident reappeared in my mind. If he hadn't spared no effort to protect her, it is estimated that the person lying in the hospital bed must be her.

Her eyes were sour and uncomfortable, but she couldn't shed a drop of tears. These days, she almost dried up her tears all her life.

Thousands of sorrows in my heart, no one can understand except the man in front of me!

For a long time, Jing xiaocan slowly sat on his side, his bright eyes locked the familiar figure on the hospital bed, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Fortunately, he was not badly hurt. Otherwise, she would really become a sinner and live up to her original promise to the old man.

Who is mo Yiqing? He is the helmsman of the MOH family. He is a man who covers the sky with one hand in the northern capital city. He is a local tyrant with a fortune of 100 billion. Any disturbance of him is related to the fate of the whole MOH family.

Take a deep breath. Jing xiaocan has the courage to move forward slowly. Her arms are close to each other by the bed. The breath of each other is wrapped in the quiet air. As Mo Yiqing's breath is inhaled into her lungs, her heart beats faster and faster.

It has to be said that although the man in front of her is just lying there quietly, she is still intoxicated for her.

At first, when she was around, some feelings were vague, and after three years, she found that he had already been engraved in her bones and blood. In countless suffering days, she supported her little by little by those memories.

Quietly looking at the man who has lost his edge and is still heroic, Jing xiaocan raises his eyes and takes a look at the wall lights on the wall. He really wants to turn on all the lights in the whole room and have a good look at him carefully.

Listening to the even breathing sound of Mo Yiqing, Jing xiaocan gets closer and closer uncontrollably.

The man still covered his eyelids with thick eyelashes, casting a faint shadow on his firm face.

The sleeping man seems to sleep uneasily. His frown beats from time to time. Jing xiaocan is distressed. He can't help but stretch out his finger and gently caress it.

The trembling and slightly cool fingertips, along the direction of memory, swept over his eyebrows, broad forehead and straight nose until finally, they slowly stayed on his tight thin lips and refused to leave.

The dry bottom of her eyes gushed water mist again, blurring her eyes.

The fiery and infatuated bits and pieces in the memory poured back into her memory through his soft and cold lips. Jing xiaocan was in a trance in front of her eyes, leaving only those beautiful pictures and crazy past events engraved with bone and blood.

Until now, Jing xiaocan deeply realized that everything was so beautiful and unforgettable.

Just, with so many right and wrong between them, can they go back?

Stunned, the hand just about to withdraw suddenly fell into a generous palm. Jing xiaocan trembled all over, raised her eyes in amazement, and looked up at the man's cold eyes.

He... Isn't he asleep?