Substitute for the little ancestor

"It's such a disappointment. You can meet him every time you go out for a meal."

Ruan Tong lowered his head and wiped his tears.

Xiang Lingfeng chose a location not far away, looking up just enough to see the direction of Ruan Tong.

Wan Shuhe was also helpless.

Seeing that Ruan Tong lost his appetite to eat, Wan Shuhe wiped his mouth: "I'm done eating."

"Okay, I'll go check out."

Deliberately took a long way around and diverted to Lingfeng's seat.

But the man's eyes followed closely.

"Ah Xiang, what are you looking at?"

The woman's coquettish voice came out.

"It's nothing."

Xiang Lingfeng raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully: "Didn't you say you're very hungry, I'll go and rush Maner."

The woman whom Xiang Lingfeng called Man'er lowered her head shyly, twisted her body twice, and the weight on her body trembled accordingly: "I know you care about people."

Smiling to Ling Feng, he did not forget to pat Man'er's head before leaving.

"Miss, here is your bill."

"Yo, are you full?"

A voice came from overhead.

Ruan Tongxiu frowned.

She quickly swipe her phone to the payment code page.

There was a ding sound, and the waiter said, "It's done, miss."

Ruan Tong nodded slightly, stuffed the phone into his bag and was about to leave.

She walked fast, but someone grabbed her wrist in the next second.

Ruan Tong raised his head, his clear eyes were filled with anger: "What do you want to do? Let go."

The man's eyes were unreasonable and frivolous, and he bent his lips and smiled: "It's so easy to meet each other, how can we just leave?"

It was the sound of stilt shoes behind me.

"Mr. Xiang."

Wan Shuhe greeted him politely.

Seeing an acquaintance, he let go of Ling Feng.

"Let's go."

Ruan Tong rubbed his wrists and took Wan Shuhe's hand as if walking towards the door.

That annoying voice sounded again: "I said, Miss Ruan really doesn't think about it?"

"Ah Xiang, who are you talking to?"

The voice behind him is getting smaller and smaller.

Ruan Tong heaved a sigh of relief when he finally went out the door.

"He pestered you again?"

Ruan Tong nodded, feeling depressed by Xiang Lingfeng.

"I just heard from him that he wants you to think about it?"

Wan Shuhe asked with concern on his face.

Ruan Tong was silent for two seconds.

You can also know that it is definitely not a good thing.

Wan Shuhe put his arm around Ruan Tong's shoulder to comfort him: "No matter what he says, just don't listen to it."

"With us behind you, he can't control you or anything."

This sentence was like a reassuring agent, and Ruan Tong calmed down a lot.

Ruan Tong hugged Wan Shuhe, rested his head on her shoulder and felt relieved: "Thank you, Shuhe."

Qin Hailan's condition is still under continuous monitoring.

Sikong Zhen guarded for a day and a night.

After the old man heard the news, he couldn't accept it for a while and went to the hospital.

In the ward, the old man was lying on a snow-white bed, looking at the ceiling, his voice was weak.

Si Chenmo stood in front of the bed, peeling an apple in his hand.

The Shakou I bought specially, it will not taste very crispy but it is also sweet.

"Little Mo, how is Aunt Qin, have you come out of the emergency room?"

"I don't know."

The old man sighed.

Lost in thought for a long time.

I don't know if he thought of Si Chenmo's dead mother.

The old man's voice choked up: "They are all unlucky children."

Today's drama is being staged again, and the old man has mixed feelings in his heart.

When Si Chenmo's mother died, she didn't leave the emergency room.

Si Chenmo handed the peeled apple to him.

Although the old man is a bit older, his teeth are still good.

It's just that he is not in the mood to eat now, he shook his head: "Let it go, kid."

"Later, go see your Aunt Qin and report a letter to your family."

Si Chenmo hummed.

Before going out, the old man said again: "Your father has been tired all day."

Si Chenmo didn't specify what he said, but Si Chenmo responded quickly: "I know, Grandpa."

Walking into the ICU ward filled with the breath of death, he saw Sikong Zhen with a tired face.

Si Chenmo stepped forward: "Grandpa wants you to go over."

Qin Hailan's eyes were open, but her limbs could not move.

You can only tell her mood at the moment by the expression on her face.

Just like now, since seeing Si Chenmo enter the room, her eyes have changed from timidity to panic.

Sikong Zhen looked at Si Chenmo with guilt.

For the first time, the seven-foot man showed humility in front of his son.

He knew that he was sorry for Si Chenmo and Si Chenmo's mother.

Without the face to look at Si Chenmo, he kept his head down.

He refused to move for a long time, wondering if he was worried that he would hurt Qin Hailan, Si Chenmo smiled, his eyes were cold.

"Go, rest meeting."

The man's voice was low, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

Qin Hailan's thoughts were still clear, and she wanted to shake her head, but she couldn't do it.

She had no choice but to wait for her big eyes, and tried her best to raise her fingers to hook the corner of Sikong Zhen's clothes.

Si Chenmo interrupted, and he put Qin Hailan's hand back under the quilt: "It's cold, why are your arms still hanging outside?"

The man lowered his head, looking very considerate.

His body blocked Qin Hailan.

Until Sikong Zhen stood up, the sound of closing the door sounded.

Qin Hailan fell into despair.

The frequency of the heart rate detector is still rising rapidly.

Qin Hailan's heart beat faster.

She squinted her eyes, on the verge of tears.

Si Chenmo understood the pleading in her eyes.

He sneered, and stretched out his hand to caress the oxygen mask on Qin Hailan's face.

There was a layer of mist floating on it.

At this moment, Qin Hailan's heart was extremely tense.

She shook her body so hard that her whole face was flushed red.

Then she heard a beep.

Oxygen mask comes off.

Qin Hailan was stunned.

"My mother died by your hands, so now you die by my hands, isn't it too much?"

The man's tone paused, and he lowered his head and leaned closer, his vicious and scorpion-like horrified eyes seemed to swallow the middle-aged woman in front of him like an abyss.

Qin Hailan's face turned from red to blue-purple due to shortness of breath for a long time.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.

It was the nurse who came to change the dressing.

He opened the door, only to hear the sound of objects falling behind him.

Looking back, it was the medicine that was thrown to the ground, and the young nurse was so frightened that her legs trembled.

The person who wants to escape has been controlled by Si Chenmo.

The mouth and nose were sealed, the kind that wanted to put people to death.

Wait until the nurse's struggle is no longer intense.

The man said in a deep voice: "If you want to survive, just ignore what happened today."

Letting go, the nurse limply shivered.

She clutched her red neck and gasped for breath.

The man looked down, and he had a panoramic view of the name and number on the work card.

"As long as you keep your mouth shut, you don't have to worry about the rest of your life."

It's easy for a capitalist to kill someone.

Money and influence can settle everything.

The nurse is the one who wants to survive, and she can see the murderous intent in the man's eyes.

After tidying up the spilled medicine wisely, he fled out of the ward in a panic.