Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

She looked at him and continued: "I know Teacher Kang! Kang Qiao, you have something, you still have relatives, but I have nothing left."

For a while, her fragile appearance pierced Concho's darkest and darkest heart, as if being held tightly by a hand, he hurt every movement.

Xu Mo's eyes couldn't be opened completely, she continued: "So, I can't be okay...I won't drink anymore."

He was very uncomfortable. Although he was very uncomfortable with what she had done before, even though he still hated her...but he looked at her now and listened to her saying that she has no relatives, but he was very Sad.

Unspeakable sadness.

It was like a cat and puppy on the side of the road, the feeling he wanted to pick up.

Of course Kang Qiao didn't pick it up. He wouldn't be so stupid. He wasn't Xu Mo who wanted to be some kind of angel on earth. He almost drank himself to death by drinking some wine. He would rather be a demon with a dark heart.

So he spoke: "Xu Mo, the last time, we won't see each other in the future."

She snorted: "I think so too."

She just finished speaking, with a palm covering her eyes, her voice was slightly cold: "The patient needs more rest."

Xu Mo was slightly stunned, he had moved his hand away, and chose to rest on the sofa beside him, closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Xu Mo bit her lower lip, too much weakness that made her slowly fall asleep again.

But Concho opened his eyes and looked at her sleeping face quietly in the light.

She is so thin that she will disappear into this world without paying attention to one day.

But what does this have to do with him?

Kang Qiao sneered in his heart.

At dawn, he called Wen Yuan, not because he blamed Wen Yuan, but because Wen Yuan may be the only person in this world who has family affection. He Kang Qiao is a fart, and Wen Yuan is Fragrant steamed buns.

Kang Qiao left, deposited one hundred thousand in the account of the hospital bed, and asked the nurse to order a light breakfast. After the end of his benevolence, he would leave the white world and devote himself to the drunken gold fan.

That's his life.

Reporter, when the siege, Concho left long ago.

But when Wen Yuan and Ye Mubai came over, they were hit.

Wen Yuan looked at so many reporters, frowned and stared at his husband: "Mu Bai, did Xu Mo accidentally provoke a big man?"

Ye Mubai Momo nose, "You have to ask her about this."

In his heart, he probably guessed it, maybe it was someone.

But not sure.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Ye Mubai stopped the reporter outside, then reported to the police unkindly and asked the police uncle to treat these guys who stared at the mosquito blood for money.

Wen Yuan entered the ward, and the little nurse was talking to Xu Mo, whispering softly; "Mr. Kang has left, but the money for the hospitalization was paid before he left, and the breakfast was also ordered by Mr. Kang."

The little nurse is very gentle, and has affirmed Kang Qiao and Xu Mo's treacherousness.

Xu Mo's face was still very bad, listening quietly, squeezed out a smile: "Thank you."

"We should." The little nurse asked respectfully: "Would you like to get up for some porridge?"

Xu Mo said, "Help me adjust the bed. I sit up and eat by myself."

Wen Yuan went over and took the bowl from the nurse: "I'm coming!"

Xu Mo tilted his head, "Wen Yuan, why are you here?"

Wen Yuan took his handbag and smashed her on the shoulder, "Let's see if you hang it up!"