That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

"Woo... it hurts... it hurts..."

Qiao Jiao hugged her body and wobbled on the bed, screaming and screaming in pain, but she couldn't wake up no matter what.

He seemed to be sealed in a small, opaque space, his limbs were tightly bound and he couldn't move. Every moment, sharp and cold steel needles pierced into this space, penetrating his body inch by inch.

The pain of Ling Chi is probably nothing more than that...

Qiao Jiao is very afraid of pain, he died once, but he is not afraid of death, so now he hopes that he can die immediately, but he can't.

He couldn't control his body, he couldn't die, and he couldn't wake up, so he could only be pierced by invisible steel needles in this unknown space.

It hurts...he can't stand it...who can save him?

"Jiaojiao... Jiaojiao..."

who?Who is calling him?This voice is so familiar...

Qiao Jiao tried hard to identify while enduring the severe pain.

"Jiaojiao...you wake up, tell me where the pain is? Jiaojiao..."

Mo Jinhuai?Is it Mo Jinhuai?

Others call him Xiaojiao, only dead men call him Jiaojiao stickily.

He stretched out his hand subconsciously, looking towards the direction of the sound source:

—Brother Huai, please help me, I’m in so much pain...

Mo Jinhuai was going crazy.

He hugged Qiao Jiao, and seeing Qiao Jiao's painful expression, his heart felt like a knife.

Qiao Jiao stretched out his hand to him, and he carefully held it in the palm of his hand, not daring to hold it too tightly, he didn't know where Qiao Jiao was hurting, and he was afraid that a little force would make the boy suffer even more.

His baby yelled his name and said it hurt, but he couldn't do anything...

At this moment, Patriarch Mo felt that he was a waste.

It was fine before, why did it suddenly become like this?

Waking up in the morning, Mo Jinhuai touched her side subconsciously.

This is a habit he has developed unconsciously recently. He sleeps with Qiao Jiao every day, and when he wakes up, he can touch him by his side. What a blessing it is.

But today, he found nothing.

The quilt under his hand is still warm, and he should have left not long ago.

Mo Jinhuai woke up immediately, and sat up suddenly: "One by one Jiaojiao!"

From the corner of the eye, he saw a figure swaying outside the window, Mo Jinhuai turned his head to look, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

Qiao Jiao is still there, but his Jiao Jiao has not left.

scared him to death

There are not many things in this world that can scare him. Qiao Jiao's disappearance is one of them, and it is the only one that casts a serious psychological shadow on him.

Mo Jinhuai also felt that he was a little nervous. For some reason, he always had the illusion that Qiao Jiao would leave without saying goodbye, and that Qiao Jiao would leave him behind...

It's all about the little things!Would he be so nervous if he hadn't been missing again and again? !

He should be punished well, punish him, make him cry!

But, I can't bear it...

Such a cute, soft, and heart-warming little thing, how could he bully it?

Mo Jinhuai looked greedily at the little figure's back outside the window.

He knows how bad he is, and he will hold on tightly to what he wants, and Qiao Jiao is the one with the strongest desire in his life.

It is also considered unlucky for the little thing, he was firmly followed by him before he was born, and he is doomed to be unable to escape him for the rest of his life.

Looking outside the house, Qiao Jiao stretched first, then moved his muscles and bones, twisted his neck and turned his waist, looking full of energy.

so cute……

Mo Jinhuai even swallowed involuntarily.

He raised his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, let his hand overlap with the small figure outside the window, and then slowly clenched it...

Due to the poor vision in the distance, in his eyes, Qiao Jiao seemed to be held in his palm.

If possible, he really wanted to make Qiao Jiao smaller, so that he could be held in the palm of his hand, held in his mouth, and brought with him every day, no one could separate them.

President Mo Da is an atheist. He never believed in God or Buddha. He even just glanced at the Bible before he threw it aside.

He only read the beginning of the Bible and found it all nonsense.

What Eve was changed from Adam's rib?What kind of brains and funny human beings made up all this stuff?

But now, his thoughts have completely changed, and President Mo has been slapped in the face by himself.

The content that was ignored in the past is now seen as the truth and great wisdom.

If you love someone miserably, why don't you hope that the other person is a rib of yourself, a part of your body?

How Mo Jinhuai wished that Qiao Jiao would be transformed from a part of his body, to be one with him, so that he could hide small things in his heart and carry them with him.

The man once thought that if he got Qiao Jiao, his possessive and exclusive desire would be satisfied.

However, it does not.

Every day he was with Qiao Jiao, he wanted to get more from him, wishing he could rub Qiao Jiao into his flesh and blood.

How can you like someone so much?

So much liking, unreasonable, illogical, liking to the point of desperately wanting to hug each other, wanting to be with each other forever.

Qiao Jiao was the medicine that saved his life, without Qiao Jiao, he would be terminally ill and in agony.

Qiao Jiao is also a deadly poison, because of Qiao Jiao, he is deeply trapped in it and cannot heal himself.

Mo Jinhuai looked at it, his eyes suddenly flickered, and Qiao Jiao's figure seemed a little vague.

The man couldn't sit still any longer, and rushed out of the house without even putting on his coat.

He had a bad feeling that Qiao Jiao was moving away from him...

And it was just such a coincidence that as soon as he went out, Qiao Jiao fell back in a daze and fell directly into his arms. As long as he was a step late, the little thing would fall to the ground.

After that, Qiao Jiao didn't wake up again, crying out in pain in a daze.

Mo Jinhuai never knew that there was a kind of pain that didn't belong to him, but it was more unbearable than his own injury.

The village doctor in the village wanted to see Qiao Jiao, but he refused to give him painkillers, so he didn't dare.

Qiao Jiao's illness was unusual. If the pain was really caused by a genetic disease, then the village doctor's treatment method would be harmful rather than beneficial, and taking medicine indiscriminately might cause massive bleeding.

He asked Mo Jinyu and Qin Shenghan to pick up Fu Zhe immediately, then drove everyone out of the room, and stayed in the room alone to guard Qiao Jiao.

Qiao Chu was nervous about his brother and knocked on the door, but Mo Jinhuai didn't bother to answer.

He carefully carried Qiao Jiao into his arms, as lightly as if holding a broken doll.

"Brother! Doctor Fu is here, open the door!" Mo Jinyu's voice came from outside the door.

The man sitting by the bed seemed to wake up from a dream, and put down the boy who was shivering in pain in his arms: "Jiaojiao, I'm going to open the door, Fu Zhe is here, he has a way to make you feel painless .”

Mo Jinhuai walked over and opened the door.

Qiao Chu outside the door was originally dissatisfied with his behavior of not opening the door just now, but after seeing the face of President Mo Da, the dissatisfaction disappeared immediately.

Where is Mo Jinhuai still as high-spirited as yesterday?

Totally a walking dead!

The man's eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and his entire face was shrouded in death.

This was the least living person Qiao Chu had ever seen. He had no doubt that if something happened to his brother, President Mo would probably follow him.

Fu Zhe took a look at Mo Jinhuai, took a packet of ginseng from the medicine box and stuffed it into his hand: "Take a piece in your mouth, and let yourself hang yourself first."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhe didn't say a word of nonsense, and went directly into the room to see Qiao Jiao.

Lin Shuyi came with Fu Zhe, and originally wanted to go in to see his good friend, but Mo Jinhuai blocked the door, so he could only wait obediently outside.

Mo Jinhuai put the ginseng slice under his tongue, and his mind became a little clearer.

Jiaojiao still needs him, he can't fall...

After Fu Zhe entered the room, he gave Qiao Jiao a shot of sedative and painkiller. Qiao Jiao finally calmed down, his expression was not as painful as before, and his fingers relaxed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Afterwards, Fu Zhe swiftly drew a tube of blood from Qiao Jiao, then turned to Mo Jinhuai and said, "This will have to be sent back to Fu's Experimental Center for testing before we can find out what the problem is."

Mo Jinhuai walked over, touched Qiao Jiao's forehead, and asked Fu Zhe, "Is...has the disease occurred?"

"No," Fu Zhe was very sure, "This symptom is not a genetic disease of the Shen family, I can be sure of that."

Mo Jinhuai did not heave a sigh of relief, but his expression was slightly calmer than before: "What do you think the problem will be?"

Fu Zhe pondered for a moment: "It's hard to say...but..."

"But?" Mo Jinhuai asked, "But what?"

Fu Zhe held the test tube containing Qiao Jiao's blood in his hand: "His state is very similar to yours last time... Sudden coma, pain with unknown symptoms, no obvious increase in body temperature, and normal blood pressure, but the color of the blood Ordinary people are darker..."

"You mean, Jiaojiao was also poisoned?" Mo Jinhuai looked serious.

Fu Zhe shook his head: "It can't be so absolute...Some things are either poison or medicine, it depends on how you use them. Although the toxin was detected in your body last time, it restored your legs to health, and your body has no obvious sequelae."

He paused: "In short, send this to my father for inspection before we know."

"Let Jin Yu and Sheng Han send them there, and you stay here to observe Jiaojiao's situation."

Qiao Jiao stopped crying out for pain, and the man also settled down, regained his previous courage, and gave orders directly.

It makes sense for Mo Jinhuai to be the head of the Mo family. When this man really gives orders seriously, he will always form a unique aura of superiority, making everyone around him unconsciously follow his will.

The innate bastard... no, the air of a king.

Mo Jinyu and Qin Shenghan left with the blood samples, and the others were finally allowed to enter the cabin.

Lin Shuyi ran over and grabbed Qiao Jiao's hand: "Xiaojiao... woo woo, how did you make it like this... woo..."

Qiao Chu took a step too late, and was overtaken by Young Master Lin, so he rushed over and grabbed Qiao Jiao's other hand without admitting defeat.

He didn't cry, firstly, crying couldn't solve the problem, and secondly, he was afraid of disturbing his brother's rest.

As soon as Mo Jinhuai turned his head, he saw Qiao Jiao being held by the two cubs, one on the left and one on the right. He frowned: "What are you doing? Get out of here."

He slapped the two little boys, and they both trembled for a while, but they didn't let go of Qiao Jiao's hand.

"I, I'll accompany Xiaojiao... woo..." Lin Shuyi was sobbing.

Fu Zhe couldn't stand it anymore, so he wiped his nose with a tissue.

Qiao Chu also whispered: "I also want to accompany brother..."

Mo Jinhuai wanted to say something else, when he suddenly heard a weak voice:

"Master...Master, I'm not dead yet..."

Qiao Jiao moved his eyelids, and slowly opened them: "...Who are you mourning for?"

Before Qiao Chu and Lin Shuyi could speak, they were pulled away by President Mo Da from left to right.

Mo Jinhuai hugged Qiao Jiao violently, his voice trembling: "Jiaojiao, you're awake! How do you feel?"

"I think...um..."

Qiao Jiao said with difficulty: "I think... you should let go of me first, I'm about to be smothered to death by your chest muscles..."