The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Just as he was about to drive back, Xiao Han's phone call suddenly came in.

"Xiao Cheng, come to the hospital quickly! The old lady wants to see you!"

"immediately."

Su Mucheng threw her cell phone aside, quickly started the engine and drove towards the hospital.

ICU.

Mo Chi and Anya were guarding outside.

Seeing Su Mucheng running towards her, Anya quickly stood up and greeted her: "Xiao Cheng, your grandma's electrocardiogram was abnormal just now. Dr. Xiao rushed in and the old lady said she wanted to see you."

Xiao Han was also there, striding over with a tense face: "Put on sterile clothes and go in quickly."

"it is good."

The curtains on the glass window were open, and Su Mucheng was half-kneeling in front of Pei Ying's hospital bed, holding her hand.

"Grandma, I am Chengcheng, Chengcheng is here."

In one sentence, Su Mucheng's voice was so tight that she choked, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

Pei Ying wore an oxygen mask on her face, and her breathing was very labored. Little by little, the oxygen mask was stained with white mist.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, and her dilated pupils found Su Mucheng's face bit by bit, looking at her.

The weak voice was powerful: "Chengcheng...Chengcheng, child...child."

In the corridor, Xiao Han still took off his sterile clothes and stood outside the glass window.

His face was a little solemn.

Just now, the old lady called Su Mucheng's name with great effort.

However, he only called her and didn't even mention Mo Yanchen.

He said he wanted to call Mo Yanchen, but she shook her head.

10 minute later.

Mo Yanchen came to the hospital.

At a glance, he saw the little girl half-kneeling in front of the hospital bed in the intensive care unit.

His stern eyebrows were slightly twisted and he asked Xiao Han: "What's going on?"

"The old lady suddenly woke up just now and I want to see her."

The man looked inside through the glass window with cold eyes, his lips pursed slightly.

10 minute later.

Su Mucheng came out of the intensive care unit with a delicate little face without any blood, almost white to transparent.

His eyes were numb, his hands were holding on to the wall, as if all the strength in his body had been suddenly drained, and he walked out blankly and empty.

"Orange!"

When Mo Yanchen saw this, his eyes suddenly tightened, and his heart immediately started to lift. He took a long step forward, walked to her, and took the girl's hand.

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell over her eyes. Su Mucheng blinked and raised her head.

Those beautiful eyes were endlessly dark, as if they had lost their brightness.

There is still liquid left in the corner of the eye.

"Yan Chen..." She spoke, her voice was hoarse.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid."

The man nervously and a little panicked held her in his arms, held her very tightly, and pressed her head against his chest.

It was as if he wanted his steady and powerful heartbeat to soothe her uneasiness.

In fact, he was extremely uneasy.

He had never seen Su Mucheng like this before.

His eyes were so gray, like the light of a dying star, that made him panic to the extreme.

He didn't ask the old lady what she said to her, he just held her like that and patted her back again and again, extremely tenderly.

Mo Chi and Anya didn't ask any questions and just looked at them.

There was silence in the corridor.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps disrupted the silence.

Mo Huaiyang and Zhao Qiao are here.

"How is grandma?"

No one speaks.

Zhao Qiao, on the other hand, suddenly walked over to Su Mucheng as soon as he saw her, pointing at her as if he was angry: "What are you still doing here!"

"The old lady's illness is all caused by country S, and you are from country S, why are you still standing here!"

When Tong Zhen and Tong Tian came over, Pei Ying met them solemnly and had dinner in the old courtyard.

So Zhao Qiao knows.

In the current situation, the old lady is poisoned, and these people all know it.

Su Mucheng seemed not to hear, standing there and letting Mo Yanchen hold her without saying a word.

Anya, on the other hand, choked up at that moment: "This is a hospital, not a vegetable market. Stop screaming!"

"Am I right?" Zhao Qiao still pointed at Su Mucheng: "If it weren't for her, would the old lady be lying in there? It's a shame that the old lady likes her so much and trusts her, but in the end she harmed the old lady like this! It's simply He’s the culprit!”

"Shut up!" Mo Yanchen's cold and deep eyes stared at the hand Zhao Qiao pointed at Su Mucheng, and his voice seemed to be frozen: "If you think you have too many hands, I can chop them off for you."

With one sentence, Zhao Qiao immediately stopped his hand and became silent.

But still very unwilling.

Why!

Wasn't it Su Mucheng who caused all this?

If it hadn't been for her, such a big thing wouldn't have happened to the Mo family.

"Huaiyang, tell me." She raised her head and looked at Mo Huaiyang. At this time, only her son was of the same mind as her.

It would be best to drive Mo Yanchen and Su Mucheng out so that no one would share the old lady's inheritance with them.

Mo Huaiyang raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Su Mucheng who was being held by Mo Yanchen, and he pursed his lips unconsciously.

In the end, he just said: "Sister-in-law should understand in her heart."

If he was ambiguous, he calmly put the matter on Su Mucheng's head.

It's best to let her leave Mo Yanchen.