Chapter 56 It's Late

At six o'clock in the morning, when he opened his eyes on time, Bai An stretched out a hand from the soft air conditioner quilt, and pressed it off lightly a second before the alarm clock went off, staring at the ceiling with a slight wistful gaze before he really woke up.

Get up, then go to the toilet to solve the physiological problems, brush your teeth and wash your face expressionlessly, change your clothes, open the door, and go downstairs.

Seeing the old man Hong waiting downstairs, Bai An's face softened a little, and he bent the corners of his mouth slightly at the old man, and his voice was subconsciously lightened in the peaceful morning: "Grandpa Hong, let's go." ”

The old man glanced at him, his cold and hard gaze was a little gentler, nodded at Bai An, put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked out leisurely.

Since the last time the two went to the hospital to see Xiao Yueyue, the relationship between the old and the young has obviously eased a lot.

Old man Hong couldn't pull his face a little, but Bai An didn't have so many concerns, the old man has been doing his best these days, whether it is for him or Xiao Yueyue, how his body is recovering, Bai An knows best, thanks to this person's recuperation.

Not to mention, Xiao Yueyue, who has an unknown future, because of Old Man Hong, there is some hope that he will be cured in the near future.

With such gratitude, Bai An didn't feel that it was difficult to let go of his stinginess.

The habit of morning exercise has been maintained for nearly two weeks, the amount of exercise is strict and precise, according to his physical state is increasing, is stepping on the bottom line of his physical endurance, just over an hour, Bai An is almost exhausted.

After taking a shower and going downstairs, there was still exhaustion in my cells.

Chicken porridge and finely ground fresh soy milk have been brought to the table, and delicate porcelain bowls lined with mutton fat and jade-like porridge are full of color, flavor and flavor.

Bai An walked to the table, sat down unhurriedly, and ate unhurriedly.

He lowered his eyes, was very attentive, did not watch TV or read the newspaper, and even his brain was empty, not even thinking about things, and chewing the food between his mouths intently, elegantly and meticulously.

Old man Hong said that this is good for the stomach.

So the old man on the opposite side is in the same state, but he is less elegant and more calm.

After eating two-thirds of the way, Bai An gently put down the silver spoon, his eyes were a little silent, and he subconsciously looked at Old Man Hong.

I was stunned for a long time.

Old Man Hong glanced at him lightly and continued to unhurriedly settle the remaining breakfast in front of him.

"Alright. ”

The old man swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, looked at Bai An, who was still dazed, and frowned: "I'll go to the capital today." ”

"Today, I should give up a little face for an old bone like me, and let me go to the imperial hospital to check the literature again. ”

Bai An's eyes lit up suddenly.

"But I can't guarantee that this harvest will save the little girl. Old Man Hong looked at him with a serious face and said, "After all, the prince at the beginning has not been completely smelted for 30 years, and he is still sick all his life." ”

Bai An's fingertips under the table moved, clenching tightly, and his throat was a little bitter.

All he could hear was his own dry voice: "Please." ”

I only blame myself, I haven't been able to save Xiao Yueyue until now, Old Man Hong said that the disease of Tianjingsha will gradually worsen and spread throughout the body.

The little girl couldn't afford to wait, and the more she waited, the more hopeless she became.

And he asked the system that he could get the permission to the treatment method, and he could not open it until at least the seventh-level plan was opened.

And even if he completes the task as quickly as possible, it will take two years.

Now, I can only ask Mr. Hong.

After breakfast, Mr. Hong was resolute and went directly to the airport.

Bai An sat in the living room, stiff for a long time, and had no intention of doing anything else.

In the past few days, Xiao Yueyue's affairs have been bothering him, and time can't soothe his worries at all, but every day passes, he becomes more and more worried.

With a sigh, he picked up a Zen book, sat down on the couch, and began to read.

I want to be quiet.

However, before he could sit still, someone came to visit.

It was Mo Yi who came.

Lin Yuyi's little boyfriend, the original brother who turned against him, the cold boy.

Bai An was puzzled, today Mo Yi came to find Bai An, but he was alone, when he opened the door, he saw that there was only one person empty in front of the door, he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes subconsciously looked for another figure.

For Mo Yi, who has been sticking to the little girl of the Lin family these days, Meng Meng is not defocused, it is obviously very unusual.

Yesterday, the little Lori of the Lin family rushed in excitedly, with a pair of big eyes watery, and before Bai An could speak, she gave him a warm and excited hug in front of her little boyfriend.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai! We have passed the exams! We can go out to play this summer! Mom also promised to give me a reward! Thanks to you, Xiaobai!"

Once liberated, happily, turned over the serfs and sang.

However, the cold little boyfriend who followed her had a black face at that time.

No, it should be all green.

Bai An had some guesses in his heart, sat on the sofa, supported his chin, and looked at the little guy in front of him who had prepared several times but had not succeeded in speaking.

This is a young man with a rather cold expression, even if he is indifferent, it does not affect the handsomeness of his facial features in the slightest.

His figure still has the thinness of a young man, but he also shows the potential to be well-proportioned and slender, wearing high-end clothes suitable for death, like a campus idol who came out of a movie.

It has the rudiments of a domineering president.

It's just that at this time, this ordinary cold young man looked a little entangled and hesitant, watching him open and close his mouth and repeat it several times, but he still didn't say a word.

Bai An's eyes moved, a little impatient, his eyes were slightly cold, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but his tone was light: "Mo Yi, what do you want to say?"

His current mood is not good.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, glared at him fiercely, and wanted to tear him apart.

"Can you stay away from Xiao Yi?"

Bai An raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

The only smile on his face disappeared: "Why?"

"Why are you still asking?!" Mo Yi rushed up and grabbed him by the collar: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

"Who can't see that you like Xiaoyi!"

Bai looked at him quietly, swept his hand away coldly, stood up, and straightened the folds on his clothes.

Mo Yi felt that he was being made unreasonable and angry: "But now I am her boyfriend!

Although he is indeed vexatious.

"I'm pestering her?" Bai An's eyes were a little inexplicable, and then he was disdainful.

"It's not that you're pestering her, what?" Mo Yizheng is in the second year of middle school, and he is a spoiled child, and his head was burned by anger at this time, and he said very ugly: "Pretend to be pitiful because you are sick! Let Xiaoyi run to you again and again!"

"Hehe......" The corners of Bai An's mouth opened a slightly pleasant arc, and his eyes seemed to narrow happily, but he inexplicably revealed a ghostly aura.

This inexplicable laughter made the unexpected teenager stunned in place.

In the next moment, Bai An knocked the opponent to the ground with an elbow, and the foot in slippers stepped on the opponent's chest mercilessly, and the light in the dome emitted a dazzling light at this vertical angle, making Mo Yi's eyes that were painful and physiological tears almost impossible to open.

Bai An's drooping eyes were as cold as lights, but the words in his mouth were still unwavering, and even with the usual warmth and kindness: "It's late, go back early." ”

He retracted his feet lightly, threw the book he was still holding in his hand into the sofa, and turned away without hesitation.

Didn't look back.

The one who was left behind lay quietly on the ground for a long time, gritting his teeth and curling up, his hands on his stomach trembling slightly—there was still the pain left by the other party.

It was morning, and the sun was shining outside the window.

I can't see it at all, it's night.