Lu Shaoxin's sharp treasure: Ma'am, good night!

"Hello? Hello——!"

Seeing that Mo Qi actually hung up her phone, Mo Yun was going crazy.

She and her mother were blocked at the entrance of the hospital, and the security guards did not allow them to enter.

"Yunyun, what did that stinky girl say?"

"She threatened me that if we went to school to find her again, she would never let us into the hospital to see Dad!"

Li Meng's expression changed instantly: "What? How dare she!"

"Why is she afraid? I regret it so much. I regret that when I was young, I should have pushed her into the water and drowned!"

Suddenly, Mo Yun's cell phone rang, thinking it was from Mo Qi, she put it to her ear without looking at it: "How dare you...you, what are you talking about?"

Her attitude changed drastically, she clenched her phone tightly, and repeated with a pale face: "What do you mean if you can't find my husband, he may have already entered the river along the river, and there is no way to continue searching?"

The other party didn't know what to say again, Mo Yun's body trembled violently, then her eyes went dark and she passed out.

Li Meng screamed and hugged her, and found that the call was not over yet, she quickly picked up the phone: "Hey, what happened?"

Hearing that Huo Jue might be dead, the middle-aged woman was stunned for a long while without reacting.

how so……?
Because Mo Yun fainted, Ji Heng asked someone to take her into the hospital for an examination, and found out that she was pregnant by accident, but the fetal heart rate was unstable, and she had to lie on the bed to recuperate, otherwise the fetus might not be preserved.

Knowing the news of her pregnancy, Mo Yun just felt that it was a trick. When she wanted to be pregnant the most, there was no news. As a result, Huo Jue died and the child came...

She hugged the quilt and cried a lot, and finally decided to give birth to the child.

Even if that man doesn't love her, but he is dead, her stomach is the only flesh and blood of the Huo family, Mo Yun can't kill her cruelly.

Li Meng hesitated to speak, trying to persuade her not to keep the child. After all, Huo Jue was dead, and she was still young, so she could start over in the future.

But seeing her daughter stroking her belly lovingly, she knew that the other party would not listen to her advice.

When Ji Heng told Lu Zong the news, the man didn't respond, "It has nothing to do with me."

"Did you send Mo Qi home? He was injured, did you see it?"

When Mo Qi was mentioned, Lu Zong stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, and said, "I called Mi Lai, and she will check on Mo Qi tomorrow."

It's really not his style to do things in such a roundabout way. Ji Heng opened his mouth to say something, but after thinking about it, forget it.

Ever since he met Mo Qi, Lu Zong was no longer the unrestrained, carefree, fearless Second Young Master Lu who didn't care about anything.

Alas, heartbroken.

When did his big son become so unconfident.

Mo Qi obviously had feelings for him too, but at this moment, he was timid, not daring to pursue her without scruples like before.

Love is really a terrible thing. That woman surnamed Han also ignored him, which made Ji Heng look in the mirror several times a day to see if he was ugly.

If it wasn't for the little nurses in the hospital who still regarded him as a male god, he really would have wondered if his charm had been greatly reduced, otherwise why would Han Jiahui be hot and cold now and then.

Mo Qi didn't know the news of Mo Yun's pregnancy, and thought that the other party had listened to her, so she didn't come to school to make trouble these two days.

After a few days of calm, she tried to pick up a brush to draw with her hand, but she couldn't hold the brush, and she got old.

At first she was quite patient, she tried again and again, but when she failed again and again, Mo Qi became anxious.

What happened to her hand?
At this time, Li Li told her to go to the office, but Mo Qi could only restrain his emotions, got up and left his seat.

"Mo Qi is here, I have some good news for you."

"good news?"

Li Li replied with a smile: "Yes, there is a Chinese painting competition award with high gold content. Teacher Lu Zhong recommended you to go there next month. You should prepare well. With your ability, it will be no problem to participate in the competition and win the award." .”

The girl who should have been happy couldn't laugh. She looked down at her hands and frowned.

"What's the matter? Is there a problem?"

After recovering, Mo Qi shook her head: "Okay, I will prepare."

The middle-aged woman smiled with satisfaction: "Well, let's go to class."

On this day, Mo Qi lived in a muddle, she couldn't even hold an ordinary pen, let alone a brush.

Sensing that she was not in the right condition, after school, Han Jiahui pushed her shoulder with a smile: "What's the matter, Master Lu recommended you to the competition, what a wonderful thing, why are you unhappy?"

"my hand……"

Han Jiahui was surprised: "Isn't healed yet?"

Nodding helplessly, Mo Qi said, "I'll go see Dr. Ji later."

"I'll go with you."

"it is good."

Han Jiahui drove here today, and the two of them arrived at the first hospital. Just as Ji Heng finished his work and was about to return to the office, he saw two figures walking towards him.

His eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, "Why did you come together?"

Although he was talking to the two of them, his eyes fell on Han Jiahui with a warm smile on his face.

The latter pouted, and said, "Didn't you say that Qiqi's hand will gradually recover? She will participate in the competition next month, but now she can't even hold a pen."

The smile on Ji Heng's face froze slightly, and he quickly clenched his fist into the corner of his mouth and coughed: "Well, take a picture first, let me see how the recovery is going."

Soon, he got the film, and the man studied it carefully for a while, and said: "The cracked bone has slowly healed, but the damage to the hand nerve may be more serious. Let me prescribe some medicine for you to try." .”

He didn't dare to say that even if there were no problems in the inspection, it would be a difficult process for Mo Qi to start painting again.

After all, things like nerves are very complicated, and everyone's physique is different. I just hope she can recover.

Mo Qi: "Then next month I..."

Ji Heng shook his head in embarrassment: "In a short time, you may have to give up painting."

"What?! Do you know what it means to a painter not to draw for a long time? What's more, Qiqi is so talented, she can't give up drawing!"

Knowing that Mo Qi was going to give up painting for the time being, Han Jiahui was more anxious than she was, and couldn't care that Ji Heng was Ji Ya's eldest brother, so she lowered her figure and begged him: "You should think of a way to let her recover sooner, and she still has to It's the game!"

"Don't worry, I also want to heal her hand, but it will take a hundred days to hurt her muscles and bones, not to mention that she also injured the nerves in her hand."

Han Jiahui was about to cry: "Then what should I do? Qiqi only has this powerful hand left, and she can't draw now..."

The protagonist didn't cry, but her eyes turned red in a hurry, Ji Heng quickly comforted her: "I will cure her, I will do my best to help her regain consciousness, okay? Don't cry, Mo Qi didn't even cry. "