Chapter Twenty-Three: The Old Man

The car drove to Huo Miao's place not far away, and suddenly crashed into Huo Miao like crazy.

Huo Miao was on the phone and didn't notice it at all.

When he looked up just when he felt something was wrong, a car had already crashed into him.

Before Huo Miao could react, Ye Luhe beside him suddenly pushed Huo Miao away desperately, blocking in front of him, and even shouted a slogan to show his heart.

"Be careful! Miao, I love you! ”

Before everyone could react, Ye Luhe was knocked down and fell at Huo Miao's feet.

The car didn't mean to stop, and it hit Huo Miao straight away.

Ye Luhe was still conscious at this time, and when he raised his eyes and saw that the car was about to hit it again, Ye Luhe's soul was scared away.

She tried to dodge, but her body was too weak to move.

The bodyguards immediately rushed up to stop the car, and the person who might be driving was also a little frightened, so he stopped the car, and Huo Miao picked up Ye Luhe and walked to the hospital.

Ye Luhe glanced back before fainting, Huo Tianqi was jumping out of the cab and running in the opposite direction in a frenzy.

Huo Tianqi...

Ye Luhe gritted his teeth and said that he would mean something, but just now, he wanted to kill himself...

"Green Lotus..."Huo Miao's anxious voice floated above her head: "Are you okay?" ”

Ye Luhe still wanted to see Huo Miao, but he fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

Ye Luhe was sent to the emergency room, and Huo Miao paced through the closed door.

Just walked to the door of the hospital and was sent back, Huo Miao stood suddenly, and Secretary Sun trotted all the way over, panting.

"It's better for Huo Tianqi to run, he wanted to hit you, and his wife helped you block it." Secretary Sun whispered.

Huo Miao furrowed her brows and raised her eyes to look at the three big characters in the operation above the door of the emergency room.

The red words stabbed his eyes, and Secretary Sun hurriedly handed over the eye drops when he saw this: "Mr. Huo, your eyes are red, hurry up and drop some eye drops?" ”

Huo Miao didn't answer, and Secretary Sun timidly retracted his hand again: "Mrs. must be auspicious, it's okay." ”

After a long, long time, the doctor finally came out, a little afraid to look at Huo Miao's eyes: "Huo, Mr. Huo." ”

Huo Miao stood by the glass window at the end of the corridor, and the whirring cold wind poured in through the open window.

His hairspray was not moving in the gale, and the whole person stood in the wind.

The doctor shrunk his neck and sneezed before he spoke: "Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo's leg bone is cracked, but it is not too serious, and there are soft tissue contusions on her arm and back, which are not too serious." ”

Huo Miao turned around, and his cold gaze followed the cold wind towards the doctor.

The doctor couldn't help but shudder, lowered his head, and his voice was almost indistinct: "It's just, it's just..."

"Say whatever you want!"

"It's just, Mrs. Huo's child," the doctor looked up at Secretary Sun, the corners of Secretary Sun's mouth twitching.

"What's wrong with the kid? Don't spit it out! Huo Miao shouted.

The doctor's legs were weak, and he leaned against the wall and quickly replied: "The child is gone!" ”

At the same time, Ye Luhe's cry was immediately heard from the operating room: "My child, my child! ”

The hallway echoed with Ye Luhe's mournful cry, and nothing else moved.

Secretary Sun glanced at Huo Miao in horror, he was still looking out the window in his original posture, his back was straight like a steel plate.

The doctor and Secretary Sun exchanged glances, and no one dared to say a word more.

Ye Luhe pushed out of the operating room, and she howled and shouted, "Miao, our child is gone!" ”

At this time, Huo Miao turned around and paused and walked towards Ye Luhe.

He squatted beside Ye Luhe's bed, looking at her pale face and the tear stains on her face.

He suddenly bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

Even though Ye Luhe's crying was harsh and ugly, her confession before the crash was quite like a slogan.

But, if it weren't for her, the person who was knocked down would be herself.

For a woman who sacrificed his life to save himself, why couldn't he stop doubting and speculating about her?

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