The flash marriage wife is sweet and wild

hospital.

Rushing to the hospital in a hurry, Luo Li saw her adoptive mother outside the ward and quickly stepped forward: "Mom! How is Ah Qian? Didn't it mean that he is in a stable condition? Why is he suddenly dying!"

She received a call from her adoptive mother in the lounge, saying that Ah Qian was dying, and she chose to come here after struggling.

The adoptive mother looked at her with a guilty expression, "Ah Li... I, I'm sorry for you, Aqian is fine."

Luo Li immediately let go of her hand, "What?"

"Yes, it's your sister." Yang Ling, the adoptive mother, said guiltily, "She said that if I don't do this, she won't give us money. I can't do anything because of your brother..."

"What do you mean there is no way!" Luo Li's emotions that had accumulated all night finally exploded!
"Didn't I say that the Luo family no longer pays money! The medical expenses during this period are all paid by Mo Jinbei! Why do you—"

No matter how much she could complain, Luo Li clenched her teeth, tears welling in her eyes.

"Ah Li, mom is sorry for you!" Yang Ling cried and held her hand.

"I know this competition is very important to you, but men are unreliable after all! If you offend the Luo family, what if that man doesn't want you in the future? Your brother needs medical treatment, Li..."

"For your brother, can you sacrifice a little bit? Anyway, I have adopted you for so many years..."

Luo Li laughed at herself, tears streaming down her face: "Yeah, because you adopted me, I have to sacrifice everything, but have you ever thought... this might be my last chance. "

For this competition, she poured her all into it, and she promised that Mo Jinbei would win the championship...

Now I can only retire.

She even thought about how people on the Internet would comment on her retirement.

How ironic?
All the blows in her life came from her closest relatives.

"A Li..." Yang Ling wanted to say something, but Luo Li had already pushed her hand away.

"Don't worry, Mom, no matter what my situation will be in the future, even if it takes my life, I will go to treat Aqian. Today I am not in good condition, so I won't go in to see Aqian."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left sadly, holding the chain of her bag and letting it drag on the ground.

The delicate dress was stained with stains.

Everyone around looked at her sideways.

She walked out like a walking dead.

The TV in the hospital lobby was broadcasting the live broadcast of the final of the Xingya Cup. As Mo Jinbei expected, the champion was the designer who played steadily until the final.

And the theme of the final is... love.

How ironic.

It turned out to be love.

She, who has never felt love, is probably not qualified to create, right?
The news of her retirement is still scrolling at the bottom of the screen.

Lowering her eyes and gently pulling her lips, Luo Li walked out numbly, when she suddenly felt something, she raised her eyes to look.

Mo Jinbei stood at the entrance of the hospital, looking at her from a distance through the crowd.

The resentment in her heart suddenly surged away, Luo Li gently opened her lips, and said something silently——

"Mo Jinbei, I'm sorry."

I'm sorry I failed his upbringing.

Sorry for failing to meet his expectations.

It was dark before Luo Li's eyes, and Luo Li didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, I saw a pure white ceiling, and my nose was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.

The ribs are painful to breathe.

"you're awake."

A familiar voice came from beside her ear, Luo Li glanced sideways in a daze, and saw Mo Jinbei sitting on the chair beside the bed looking at her.

She opened her lips, her throat was a little dry, and she couldn't speak.

Mo Jinbei got up and poured a glass of warm water for her, put a straw into it, put it next to her face and gently supported her, "Drink slowly, you have some fractures in your ribs, you need to recuperate."

He also admires how she can endure the car accident until now.

Luo Li drank a few sips through the straw to moisten her throat, not daring to look into his eyes, "I'm sorry..."

Mo Jinbei put the cup back on the bedside table, pulled up the chair and sat down, casually revealing a trace of dignity.

He looked at Luo Li's haggard and pale face, "The game is over, I don't want to hear about things that cannot be redeemed."

Luo Li pursed her lips tightly.

what can we do about it?

I promised him that he would come back with the championship, but now he has not participated in the finals.

Trying and failing has a fundamentally different meaning than quitting without trying at all.

"The Xingya Cup has decided to retain the right to display your previous works. If possible, they should have the intention to cooperate with you."

Luo Li was taken aback by Mo Jinbei's words, as if a person who was dying of thirst suddenly found a source of water in the desert.

The Xingya Cup is held every year, and the works of an outstanding designer will be selected to display the works in the Xingya Cup global holding base.

Even if you don't win the championship, if they like your design style, they will start a series of cooperation.

Although Xingya Cup is a design competition, it also includes resources and cooperation with various design brands.

This is undoubtedly a great opportunity for her!

"I, I will work hard." She said eagerly, "I will work hard to make up for this loss."

Mo Jinbei nodded: "Actually, you didn't cause any loss. Although you didn't win the championship, you still received a lot of attention after retiring. In addition, you are favored by the Xingya Cup, so you don't need to be discouraged."

Luo Li nodded subconsciously, and then realized——

This man is comforting her?

In fact, she was ready to be taught a lesson by him, after all, he always valued results and benefits.

"Hmm...thank you." Luo Li said unnaturally.

Mo Jinbei looked down at the time and stood up: "It's getting late, I'll go first, Mother Wang will come to take care of you in the morning, you can call if you need something.

He took his coat and walked out, looked at her after thinking for a while and said, "You don't need to be sad for anyone, you should care about yourself most, and the Xingya Cup is not your last chance."

twice.

Consolation from this man.

Luo Li's heart trembled slightly, a little surprised at his carefulness.

He looks indifferent, but in fact he knows how to read people's hearts, and he will always inspire you in unexpected ways.

Because of Mo Jinbei's comfort, she had a good night's sleep without any psychological burden.

When I opened my eyes the next day, the soft sunlight poured into the window sill, the leaves swayed slightly, and the chirping of birds came from far away, and they flapped their wings and stopped on the window sill outside.

The sweet porridge filled the entire ward, covering up the pungent smell of disinfectant water a lot.

Luo Li, who hadn't eaten since noon yesterday, had an uncontrollable stomach growl.

"Miss Luo is awake."

Wang Ma sat on the chair beside the bed and saw her wake up and put away the newspaper in her hand.

"Wang Ma... When did you come?" She didn't even hear the sound.

Wang Ma smiled kindly: "I came here early in the morning. The young master said you were injured and asked me to come and take care of you. I'll bring you some food by the way. I made some porridge, wash up and start drinking."

As she said that, Wang Ma took out the new washbasin and toothbrush cup to fetch water for her, and then helped her to sit up and wash up slowly.

Luo Li was a little embarrassed. She had never been served by someone like this since she was a child, so she couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

After tidying up, Wang Ma set up a small table for her and served her a bowl of porridge.

It's sweet and warm, with longan and lotus seeds and white fungus in it, it's very soft when boiled.

I don't know if it's because she has experienced a lot recently, but drinking this bowl of porridge actually gave her the urge to cry.

Who would have thought that when she was injured in the hospital, the first bowl of hot porridge she got was not her so-called biological parents, nor the adoptive parents she had called for many years, but an irrelevant aunt.