Mo Qingyu, who was still infused with liquid, pulled out the needle on his arm, and instantly dyed a little blood along his wrist on the quilt, slowly got out of bed, stood up straight, his eyes were invaded with a little tears, and his pale face was like a very cloudy sky, gray. There was a little uneasiness in his tone and he said: "I think you should be mistaken, my sister is a highly talented student, so she will not fall to such a point!" She won't do such a bottomless thing. ”

Although there was some doubt in my heart that what the woman in front of me might say was true, she still vetoed: "You must be mistaken, you must be mistaken." ”

"Mistaken." Zhao Yiya sneered: "You really don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." Jumped over Zhao Qingwu, who was standing in front of him, picked up the TV remote control on the bedside table, and pressed the power button.

The screen of the TV immediately popped up full of Mo Qinghan wearing all kinds of revealing clothes, lying in the arms of all kinds of men and being debauched, Mo Qinghan's face on the picture was flushed, and he was doing all kinds of charming postures, and he already had a charming face, so that as long as it was a man, he would be willing to lose under her pomegranate skirt! The picture is also accompanied by some words: 'A high-talent student in a certain college, a woman who worships money, and is willing to become a man's Wang Yuanwu. And so on.

Zhao Qingwu looked at the dazzling pictures on the TV screen, and added words like thorns insulting Mo Qinghan, piercing himself like a sharp knife, unconscious in pain, trembling lips and said, "You didn't just come to tell me this!" ”

The corners of Zhao Yiya's mouth hooked upward, and she said with a deep and indifferent smile on her face: "Of course, I came here to tell you that your sister's current gold owner is my husband, since your sister is just a game for him to entertain outside." "Especially the word 'game', Zhao Yiya's language is full of mockery. Then he said: "If you eat too much 'game', you will always get tired, so I have to be my wife to 'wipe his butt' for him." Tell your sister that she is going to find another wronged person to renew the life of your wasted person who can't live for a few days, so she will accompany ....."

Mo Qingyu interrupted Zhao Yiya's words and asked, "What do you mean by a waste person who can't live for a few days?" ”

"It seems that Mo Qinghan hurts you a lot, and he didn't tell you anything."

Hearing Zhao Yiya's words, she asked blankly, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Zhao Yiya's eyes fell straight on Mo Qinghan's body, and her brain quickly searched for her conversation with He Yurou yesterday, and combined with the conversation with Mo Qingyu now, she was even more sure that Mo Qingyu was Mo Qinghan's death hole, and solved the sick seedling in front of her, so Mo Qinghan didn't have to make any more moves, and things would develop in the direction she wanted.

"You don't know that you have acute lymphoblastic leukemia, commonly known as 'blood cancer', although this disease can be benign and malignant, but unfortunately you are the malignant one."

Mo Qinghan, who was standing beside the bed, listened quietly like this, did not speak, but his face became whiter and paler.

Zhao Yiya continued: "Do you know what this means? She approached Mo Qingyu's ear and said slowly, "The possibility of a cure is zero." ”

She looked at Mo Qingyu Muleng's face except for the miserable white, without any expression, and said: "If I were you, I would rather die than affect my relatives, not to mention that your sister is still at the age of a flower, because you have lost your body like this, you say it is sad." ”