It's just that Mo Qingcheng has more important things now, he brushed Zhang Yue and walked towards the ward quickly.

Naturally the best ward in Nanyan is warm-hearted, Song Jiajia looked at the ward that was cleaner and more atmospheric than the hotel, so she completely believed it, sure enough, the life of the rich people is indeed insurmountable from them ordinary people.

But looking at the hospital bed lying on the bed, wrapped in gauze, with a haggard heart, I feel that the appearance of people who are sick is actually the same, but the heart is warm, and even being sick is beautiful.

The door was pushed open, and Song Jiajia turned around and saw an unusually handsome man walking in in a hurry.

It's Moqing City!

She recognized him, and her whole heart suddenly rose for no reason, beating violently.

But the man didn't seem to see her, he took three steps and two steps, walked to the bed, looked at the instrument placed on the cabinet, and his guilty and distressed eyes fell on Xinnuan's body.

He had forgotten the last time he had seen her like this, she was always glamorous and beautiful in his memory, but now she had a pale face, even her lips were white, and her thick and curly eyelashes cast a large shadow, which made her even more fragile. The whole person is haggard like a butterfly that will disperse when the wind blows.

He reached out and gently touched her cheek, his heart tugging hard.

Probably because the man in front of him was too tall, Song Jiajia didn't even have the courage to look up at him, but he could still feel his powerful and fierce aura, and he couldn't ignore it.

Mo Qingcheng stabilized his mind, and then turned his eyes to Song Jiajia who was sitting on the side, and his mellow voice was even more charming because of his slight hoarseness, "You are Song Jiajia?" ”

Song Jiajia didn't expect him to talk to herself, looked up at him in surprise, and quickly got up and nodded, "I am." ”

"Thank you for taking care of her." As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Yue, who was standing at the door and didn't come in, and said, "Zhang Yue, you take Miss Song to eat something." ”

"I'm not hungry," Song Jiajia instinctively excused herself, then withdrew her hand and responded embarrassedly, "Okay." ”

I'm so stupid, so naturally he won't be allowed to be here when he comes.

Song Jiajia scratched her hair, turned around and walked outside.

Zhang Yue smiled at Song Jiajia friendly, stretched out his hand, closed the door behind her, and led her in the direction of the stairs.

The ward was closer, and there was only the sound of the instruments dripping.

Mo Qingcheng sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to hold her cold hand in the quilt, carefully held it in his thick palm, and a pair of deep and heavy eyes glued to her body.

In fact, the coma is the best, and I don't feel anything, as if I was dead and never existed.

Xinnuan doesn't know when she started to be conscious, but she can't open her eyes, she can't wake up, it's like falling asleep and dreaming, the scenes in the dream are strange, a while ancient, a moment modern, and even the era of the gods, without exception, they all have themselves, just like they have participated in various types of TV series step after step, playing different roles in different stories.

Until a sword pierced her chest fiercely, a striking and sharp pain exploded in her body, she opened her eyes suddenly, the previous in front of her was gone, the eye-catching white made her a little uncomfortable, but the pain in her head reminded her that it was all real.

She tried to move her fingers, only to find that her hand was wrapped in a warm big hand, and she slowly looked sideways, and what caught her eye was Mo Qingcheng, who was asleep on the chair with her arms propped up.