Chapter 218

"You forced me." Jing xiaocan threw down a sentence and rushed out of the room without looking back.

She spoke as if everything that had just happened meant nothing to her.

And her pretending indifference was an insult to him.

Mo Yiqing was completely angered and stared at her eyes. The next second, he jumped out of bed angrily.

Yelled at her figure, "Jing xiaocan, stop, you..."

Plop!

Mo Yiqing's body was hurt, and the jump range was too fierce, so his body stumbled and fell to the ground.

As soon as she rushed out of the room, Jing xiaocan was startled by the noise behind her before she could catch her breath. The next second, she turned around almost conditionally and rushed into the room again.

When she saw the man sitting on the ground with a toothy grin, a touch of heartache flashed across the bottom of her eyes. She came forward and helped him up and lay back in bed, "you..."

The scolding words that rushed to his mouth swallowed back,

Forget it. For the sake of his injury, I don't care about him like him. "I'll call a nurse."

That sound must have fallen heavily. Jing xiaocan turns around and leaves.

"Don't go, I'm fine." as soon as he lay down, Mo Yiqing was afraid that she would never come back, and held her wrist in pain to stop him.

"I'll ask the nurse to examine you." looking back at him, Jing xiaocan explained in a soft tone.

"No, I want you to stay by my side, as long as you don't stimulate me." the fall just now really hurt, but the black man still took the opportunity to revenge her.

I'm kidding. It's probably not a heavy fall.

Jing xiaocan suddenly turns around, embraces his chest with both arms, and stands in front of the hospital bed. "Mo Yiqing, are you unreasonable and clear? Who is stimulating who?"

He was the one who had been tossing about all night, and he was the one who took advantage of her. It was him who finally blamed her for all her mistakes.

She was really curious about what the man had experienced in the past three years and how he had become so rogue and unreasonable.

Also, who did you learn this skill?

"It's you!" someone seemed to expect that she was reluctant to leave, so he lay on his back on the bed, rolled his eyes and looked angrily at the roof.

"..." Jing xiaocan was almost burst by his angry blood vessel and didn't speak for a long time.

Even if he was hurt to save her, he must have a degree.

The next second, Jing xiaocan deliberately looked at Mo Yiqing with that contemptuous look. When he spoke, he also showed the feeling of skin smiling and flesh not smiling: "Mr. Mo, your ability to pay for your life is really invincible in the world. Even if you force a relationship with me, I don't care. Do you still want to force me to be responsible for you?"

Mo Yiqing's hand tightened, and his restrained anger jumped up in an instant. He struggled to prop up his body with his arm and glared at her. "Jing xiaocan, is this your attitude towards the life-saving benefactor? I don't allow you to talk to me in this tone."

He is still like that, like to command others, like to command others, and like others to obey any of his instructions unconditionally.

But she doesn't like it, very much.

She doesn't like his uncertain character.

Although, in the past, he has been trying to hold her in the palm of his hand, but he failed again and again, unknowingly, he always imposed everything on her.

So, this time, she must completely get rid of his smelly problem.

"Childish!" Jing xiaocan hissed coldly, took a few steps back, put his arms around his chest and leaned on the door frame. "Does Mo always want people to promise each other?"

"Yes, so what?" someone nodded and admitted without shame.

"Have your spring and autumn dream." Jing xiaocan turns to the door and looks back at him. "I've paid you the medical expenses. You can rest assured to get well here. Bye and never see again!"

"Jing xiaocan, come back to me. You can't leave me..." Mo Yiqing was flustered when she saw that she had really left. He struggled to sit up and shouted at the empty door.

Stubborn woman!

Can't you give him a chance to vent.

Hearing the footsteps moving away in the corridor, Mo Yiqing suddenly lay down in frustration, grabbed her mobile phone and wanted to make a call with her. After sliding open the screen, she found that her previous mobile phone number had long been disabled.

He threw his mobile phone to one side, and Mo Yiqing pulled up the pillow and covered his head, forcing the water mist from the bottom of his eyes back.

The other side.

Jing xiaocan greets the nurses before leaving and asks them to check Mo Yiqing's ward.

Out of the hospital, tired back to the hotel room.

Just after taking a shower, her cell phone rang. When she saw the call, her thin lips bent and smiled, "baby, do you miss your mother?"

The phone call was from her mother, but it was her baby son lie who answered the phone.

"Yes, I want my mother to sleep with me." the young child's voice contains grievances. It came from that end and softened her heart in an instant.

Hearing her son's words, Jing xiaocan's nose was sour, and she found that this time was the longest time she had been separated from her son.

The son was timid since childhood and used to sleep in her arms every time.

It's really hard for him these days.

"Good son, mother has something to deal with. She'll go back tomorrow. Good, obedient and good." Jing xiaocan's eyes flushed and coaxed softly.

"... well, mom, I love you, good night." even if she is very reluctant, the clever strong still whispers her consent. Her son has a mild temperament and shows a sensible different from children of the same age, which makes her very happy.

"Good night."

Listening to the beeping voice in the mobile phone, Jing xiaocan's hand slowly hangs down. Fortunately, her son's character is similar to her. If she is domineering and arrogant like a black man, I'm afraid she will be very tired

Leaning on the sofa, Jing xiaocan can can't help sliding open the album and looking at the photos of her son growing up.

Watching, the next second, the scene of Mo Yiqing lying in the hospital bed flashed in my mind.

At the thought that the memory of Mo Yiqing is blank from the birth of her son to the present, Jing xiaocan's heart is sad and wanton.

Sitting curled up with both hands on her knees, Jing xiaocan felt a trace of guilt in her heart.

Is it too cruel for her to treat the father and son like this?

Lifting her eyes, she took another look at the photo album of her mobile phone. Her fingers almost impulsively wanted to point out the mobile phone of Kaimo Yiqing.

I can't say why. Now she really wants to send him a picture of her son.

If he knew he had a son, what would he look like?

tread?

Or do you want to strangle her?

After all, the late surprise was a bomb enough to detonate a volcano for him.

Thinking of the end, Jing xiaocan resolutely gives up.

I can only wait until I get home and think about it slowly.