C166 Saying something coquettish and hugging

For an entire night, Qiao Mo guarded by Qiao Sheng's side.

Xiao Yan originally rushed over, but the phone in his pocket kept ringing.

Although Qiao Mo's heart was heavy, she did not look alarmed at all. She wiped the tears on her face and said with a smile: "Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

Xiao Yan was a little worried, he did not pick up the phone and asked: "Can a single person really do it?"

Qiao Mo nodded, forced out a smile, and dragged him out of the hospital.

"You're not a doctor, and you can't help me with this here. Hurry up and go. I'll call you if I need anything. "

Xiao Yan's phone once again rang. The man slightly frowned, only after seeing that she insisted on letting him leave did he frown and get in the car.

Before he left, he repeated, "If anything happens, you must give me a call."

"Got it."

Qiao Mo returned to the ward, and kept accompanying Qiao Sheng.

That night, she told Qiao Sheng a lot of things that happened when she was young.

Qiao Sheng smiled and said that she was mischievous, held her hands and sighed. "Silently, Daddy won't be able to accompany you anymore. When you and Xiao Yan are together, remember to understand each other. In marriage, tolerance needs to be understood and understood. Do you know? "

Qiao Mo held back her tears and nodded her head, "Dad, I know."

Qiao Sheng was a little tired, he gently patted the back of her hand and said, "That's good, then daddy will be relieved."

Qiao Mo helped to tuck him in, and watched as he closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

That night, Qiao Mo did not even go to the nursing bed. Instead, she lay by the side of Qiao Sheng's bed and stayed guard over him.

In the middle of the night, she could not help but fall asleep.

By the morning of the second day, she had just woken up and only saw Qiao Sheng, who was lying on the sickbed, still sleeping soundly without waking up.

She was about to go wash up when she suddenly heard a "di" sound from a flat land on her heartbeat apparatus. It was extremely ear-piercing.

Qiao Mo was severely shocked, after being stunned for half a second, she shouted: "Doctor! Doctor! "

… ….

Qiao Sheng was lying in the operation room, trying to save his. Qiao Mo sat on the resting chair in the hallway, his eyes staring straight ahead.

When Xiao Yan rushed over, Qiao Mo was limp in his arms and couldn't even cry.

She quietly leaned into his embrace, and laughed: "Ah Yan, do you know? Dad dotes on me. Although I am not his biological son, he has never married and had children for me. I'm afraid that in this world, even my biological father would not be able to do anything to his biological daughter, but to this daughter of mine that isn't his, he did it. I still remember how naughty I was when I was little. I used to paint his face in black when he was asleep … "But he never scolds me. He just looks at me helplessly."

"Little Mo, Daddy will be fine."

Qiao Mo rationally shook her head and her tears rolled down, "I know, he won't recover … I understand. "

Xiao Yan let out a long breath, and tightly hugged her to his chest.

"I still remember …" When Dad was young and working on the construction site, he always liked to drink Erguotou. At that time, I was thinking, if I grow up, if I work, if I get paid, I will buy him good wine to drink. "But he didn't even wait for me to honor him, it seems like he'll never get the chance to do that again …"

Xiao Yan remained silent as he listened to the woman in his embrace speak a lot of things.

So much that just by relying on those memories, Qiao Mo already felt that it was no longer painful. It was as if Qiao Sheng had always been by her side and never left.

Qiao Mo was very sleepy. In Xiao Yan's arms, he gradually cried and fell asleep.

At this moment, the door to the operation room suddenly opened.

A few doctors in surgical suits walked over and sighed.

Qiao Mo's gaze was fixated on them.

"Miss Qiao, my apologies. Please grieve."

In Qiao Mo's world, within this "I'm sorry", everything suddenly went dark.

The operation room in front of him was shaking, and even the ground beneath his feet was unreal.

Qiao Mo didn't even have time to be sad before she fainted in Xiao Yan's embrace.

"Little Mo!"

Before he lost his consciousness, there was only that "Little Mo" by his ear, as if it was still warm.

Her entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

… ….

When Qiao Mo was unconscious, Xiao Yan informed Feng Che, who was far away in New York.

Xiao Yan took care of Old Man Qiao's funeral all by himself.

When Qiao Mo woke up, she was already in New Garden Villa's bedroom.

She had slept for what seemed like a century.

Seeing that she had woken up, Xiao Yan asked worriedly, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Qiao Mo's face turned pale white, she woke up, and was about to leave the bed.

"I need to go to the hospital to see my father. Ah Yan, my father is sick and needs my care. I need to take care of him now …"

Xiao Yan frowned deeply as he grabbed her wrist tightly. His deep black eyes locked onto her wandering gaze.

"Little Mo, look at me."

Qiao Mo's gaze shifted unsteadily, and she was a little dazed. "Ah Yan, I really need to go see my father. Let me go quickly."

"Little Mo, Daddy failed to save you, he's already gone. "Wake up."

Qiao Mo looked at him in shock, "... Nonsense! How could my father die? He was obviously in good spirits! He told me a lot about his childhood last night! He's not dead! Not dead! I'm going to find him …! "

He exerted force and tightly held her moving body in his embrace.

His long, strong arms pressed her struggling body tightly into his chest.

"Little Mo, wake up!"

"How do you want me to wake up? Nonsense! "Nonsense …"

She clutched his shirt to his chest and knelt on the carpet, crying in his arms as she lost all support.

Xiao Yan's large hand gently fell on her back as he consoled her. His thin lips pressed down gently on her forehead as he comforted her in a low voice, "Little Mo, don't cry while I'm by your side in the future."

Qiao Mo sobbed soundlessly in his arms, crying like a child.

… ….

As Maybach shuttled back and forth in the afternoon sunset, his speed wasn't very fast. Qiao Mo's gaze never left the scenery outside the window.

And this sadness and depression was only a daughter's longing and lament for her father's death.

Qiao Mo remembered that when she was young, Qiao Sheng loved to drink Erguotou. On the way, she passed by the convenience store and said to Zhao Qian who was driving: "Assistant Zhao, please stop at the convenience store for a while."

Zhao Qian was slightly shocked, he looked towards Xiao Yan in the rearview mirror, seeking his opinion.

Zhao Qian then said to Qiao Mo: "Ok, Madam."

Qiao Mo lifted her skirt and took some money. She walked out of the Maybach store and ran towards the convenience store. Very quickly, Xiao Yan, who was in the car, saw her and returned with a bottle of Erguotou in each of her hands.

Qiao Mo got in the car, and without saying a word to Xiao Yan, she tightly hugged the two bottles of Erguotou in her arms, as if she was a treasure.

It was always early in the winter when the sky was dark. It was only five-thirty when the sky was already dark.

The cemetery in the western suburbs.

The night shrouded the cemetery as frost landed on the ground. It was exceptionally cold, and the photo of Qiao Sheng on the tombstone was completely new. It did not change, and the only thing left was a kind smile that did not change for more than ten years.

Her fingers caressed the picture, and the outline of her father was clearly etched in her mind. Holding a bottle of Erguotou, she smiled at Xie Zhi and said, "Father, what do you think I brought you in silence? Your favorite, Erguotou! "

Xiao Yan, who was in the car, did not get out. He rolled down the window and looked at the slim little girl who was sitting on the ground from a distance with a cold gaze.

He knew that she needed a lot of time to bid farewell to Qiao Sheng on her own.

Qiao Sheng often worked outside at a young age, so he was naturally able to drink a lot. Even if he drank wine, he was not afraid of being unable to take care of her, because, everyone said, Foreman Qiao was not drunk.

In her memory, every time her father came back to hug her, there would always be a faint scent of alcohol coming from him. That smell of alcohol didn't smell bad. On the contrary, it was something she missed a lot.

Qiao Mo opened the small bottle of Erguotou, and drank a mouthful, then laughed: "It's so hard to drink, Daddy, how can you drink it?"

Qiao Mo's tolerance for alcohol was poor, but Qiao Sheng was not drunk at all. She was drunk with one mouthful of wine, and her stomach burned up, her originally cold hands started to heat up, and her face heated up. She sat on the ground with her head on her knees, smiling while looking at Qiao Sheng's photo with her eyes closed, "Father, it's not good to be silent, you've raised me for so many years, but I don't have any respect for you, and I even ran to New York to not see you for two years …."

She gulped down another mouthful of Erguotou, sniffling a few times as she coughed, "Dad, I'm sorry …"

After drinking about a third of the wine, she could no longer hold on and lay on the tombstone. As she looked at the transparent wine, her tears fell and her face was dried by the wind. Her cheeks were burning hot yet cold. Don't go. I miss you so much... Don't go. "Well..."

The wind in the cemetery was very strong. The wind that blew past her ears was rattling loudly. She half opened her eyes. In her trance, she saw a tall figure lying upside down.

Her arm rested on the stone seat of the tombstone, her head rested on her arm. She raised her eyes slightly to look at that person, and the Erguotou in her hand was still in her other hand. She laughed as she looked at that person, thinking that it was rare for her to act so coquettishly when she saw Qiao Sheng. Hugging … "

Her body was weak, but she forced herself to sit up again. She stretched out her arms to hug that person, but that person did not move. He just stared blankly at the drunken girl sitting on the ground.

Only after a long while did he kneel down and take her into his arms. He stroked her long hair that was messy due to the wind, and placed his chin on her head. He sighed as he replied, "Okay, daddy will hug."

The drunk little girl held Xiao Yan's finger in one hand and the Erguotou in the other, giving it to him, "Father, look at the wine … Only this little was left of the wine … You have no more to drink! What should he do? Don't be angry. Silently, he decided to buy it now … "Please don't go …"

She struggled to get up, but Xiao Yan held her down and took away her wine bottle. He said softly: "Daddy, don't drink it, don't you want to drink it anymore?"

She raised her head from his embrace and looked into his eyes. The dizziness in front of her was extremely strong, and many illusions appeared. She pouted her lips and stubbornly said, "Not good!"

She snatched the bottle from him again and held it up. "You drink it, Dad," she said. Drink it! "

Xiao Yan's Adam's apple moved a bit as his eyes shined brightly. Looking at her red eyes that had been crying, he indulgently took the bottle of wine, "Okay, daddy will drink it, but all of it will belong to daddy, you're not allowed to drink it again in silence, hm?"

She nodded obediently. "Alright then. I won't drink in silence. Actually, it doesn't taste good at all …"

Her head was in extreme pain. She stretched out her hand to press her temple as she spoke with a frown and a flirtatious tone.

Xiao Yan saw that she was pressing on her temples and placed the bottle of wine to the side. He pulled her hand that was pressing on her temple and asked: "Have you had a headache?"

She shook his hand away, not caring at all, only wanting to talk to him, "Dad, didn't you say you'd take him to the playground in silence? How can you go back on your word? "

Xiao Yan was startled, "Silently want to go to the amusement park?"

She held onto his collar and said drunkenly, "Of course I want to. I really want to. When I was young, other people's parents took their children to the amusement park. Although they didn't have any mother, they did have a father …"

"Then why don't you bring him along silently?"

She suddenly shook her head. "Not good!"

He looked at her suspiciously. Her serious expression suddenly turned into a sweet smile. "I don't want to play right now. I want to chat with dad!"

Xiao Yan embraced her with one hand and wrapped her in his coat, avoiding some cold wind, the other hand was tightly pulled by her. She was like a child, pulling his hand and shaking it.

The two sat inside the grave, with no intention to leave at all. Xiao Yan only felt that at this moment, his heart had been crushed as he pitied the person in his embrace. As for the person in his embrace, it seemed that the moment he let go, he would disappear from his sight.

"Daddy …"

"Hmm?"

She rubbed her hand against his chest. "Don't leave silence, okay?"

"Daddy won't leave."

His voice was very calm, as calm as water.

She leaned against his chest, wet from the wetness before her eyes, sniffling with sobs as she muttered, "But they …" They all say Dad's gone. Daddy didn't leave, right? Isn't that right? "