The car braked suddenly, and Mo Yichen, who was resting on the saddle, leaned forward sharply, but fortunately he reacted quickly and did not hit the front.

"What's going on?" Mo Yichen's voice was a little angry.

The old horse's voice was silent: "Mr. Mo, I hit someone!"

"What?" Mo Yichen frowned, the old horse had already driven down to see the situation.

Mo Yichen also got out of the car, after all, he hit someone.

A girl was lying two meters away from the car, the old horse was a little scared, if someone died, he would go to prison, ran over and shouted: "Girl, girl, wake up!"

Mo Yichen saw the girl's face clearly, why was it her again?

However, I didn't think much about it, and took a step forward and got into the car with my love: "Send to the hospital, quickly!"

There should be a bruise on the head, and he couldn't see it.

This is the second time that Mo Yichen has rushed to the hospital with this girl in his arms, and he has already called the nearest hospital, and the emergency doctor is already waiting at the door.

The blood on Zhongqing's head stained Mo Yichen's clothes, but at this time, even if he was no longer clean, he couldn't care so much.

Along the way, there was no sign of waking up, her eyes were closed, and Mo Yichen only found that her eyelashes were very long, like a butterfly about to flutter away.

Mo Yichen didn't know why he had such thoughts, he was stunned for a moment, and tried to wake her up, remembering, she was called Zhongqing, this name is quite unique, and it is easy to remember.

The car drove directly to the door of the emergency department, and Mo Yichen got out of the car and there was already a cart waiting there.

"Quick, put the wound on it, lighten it!" the doctors with masks quickly took over.

Mo Yichen also followed their rhythm quickly, and when he was about to follow up, he was stopped outside by a small nurse: "Sir, you can't go in the operating room, please wait outside!"

Lao Ma saw that Mo Yichen seemed to be particularly interested in this girl, and he heard him call her name in the car just now, he should know him, so it should be much easier to deal with.

Lao Ma always looked at Mo Yichen apologetically, feeling that he had caused him a big disaster.

"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, I ·····" The old horse lowered his head slightly, and his hands were nervously clasped together.

The girl suddenly burst out, and he was really caught off guard.

"I know, it's okay, you go to the traffic police team first to make a record, and I'll let Xiao Zhang deal with it!"

Lao Ma relieved himself at this time, as long as Mr. Mo took care of this matter, it would be much better.

He nodded again and again: "Thank you Mr. Mo, thank you Mr. Mo!"

Mo Yichen didn't look at him, and glanced in the direction of the operating room: "You go!"

Mo Yichen's upright posture is already conspicuous, coupled with his good looks, standing in the corridor makes the people who come and go frequently look back.

There were even a few younger nurses who walked back and forth a few times.

However, Mo Yichen didn't have the heart to notice this.

He and her have a fate, the first time he saw her get into the wrong car, the second time he poured well, and fell directly under his car.

Mo Yichen was a little curious about how confused this girl was and how she grew up?

An hour later, the lights in the operating room went out, and the doctor came out: "Left calf fracture, abrasion on the head, no big problem!"

Mo Yichen was relieved when he heard the words "no big deal".

At this time, the assistant Xiao Zhang called and said that the traffic police had already dealt with it, but he missed the plane to City B, and the latest flight was an hour later, and the ticket had been rebooked.

Mo Yichen glanced at Zhong Qing, who was still unconscious, and said, "Send a car to pick me up and bring a set of clothes!"

Small Theatre:

Mo Attack really came out after a long time, and he was still arrogantly talking about the issue of appearance fee a second before he appeared, but it was really unnegotiable. Ahem, I must interview Oba about his mood at the moment.

Liunian: How does it feel to see your future daughter-in-law again?

Mo Attack: That's it, I wonder if she's an earthling?

Liunian: Shenma, your evaluation of our little love is too ····· It's too low!

Mo Attack: It's just seeking truth from facts!

Liu Nian: Are you not afraid that the audience will not buy your account when you appear so late?

Mo Zheng: That seems to be your business!

Passing Year: Ahem, you, you, you····· (vomiting blood)

Mo Attack: Please be faster, my time is precious, and I will be charged by the second!

Liunian: You, you, you, if you do this again, I will let our little love abuse you, abuse you, abuse you, abuse you!

Mo Attack: (Glances at the love next to me) My shoulder hurts...

Little affection: I'll help you beat your back!

Mo Attack: I'm thirsty!

Little affection: Does the Nalun family have to beat their backs first or pour water first!

Mo Attack: You say?

Little affection: Oba, Hajima...

Flowing Nian: (Let me spit out a mouthful of old blood) This concludes today's interview.

PS: Mo Attack's fury can't be controlled, withdraw!