The Little Youth League has been in the hospital for a month.

The bad news is that a suitable donor for a bone marrow transplant has still not been found.

The good news is that Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuwu have almost adapted to the life of taking care of children in the hospital, and they are no longer as flustered and at a loss as they were at the beginning.

As the largest shareholder of the Lydi Hospital, Mo Sihan took advantage of his privilege to ask the hospital for a special ward to serve as his temporary office.

The temporary office is not far from the isolation floor, and it is equipped with a monitoring screen, and there is a little wind and grass there, and Mo Sihan will run over as soon as possible.

Most of the time, Mo Siai always works quietly while taking care of the Little Youth League.

Occasionally, he would sit in a daze on a bench outside the isolation ward and maintain this position for an afternoon.

Usually this time is also when he is in the worst mood.

Zhu Wuwu would come to the hospital every other day to change shifts with Mo Sihan, and the two agreed to take turns taking care of the children.

If the child is in a good state, I wish you to talk to the child, sing songs, and tell stories.

If the child is not in a good state, Zhu Wuwu will watch the child day and night, and sit all night.

She always sat alone on the bench at night, weeping or praying.

Naturally, these pictures can't escape Mo Sihan's eyes.

Whenever this time, Mo Sihan would stare at Zhu Wuwu on the monitoring screen with great heartache, and accompany her to be sad and sad.

Although she wouldn't know, he was silently accompanying her in his way.

A month is neither long nor short, at most thirty-one days.

But the relationship between him and her has long been estranged to the point where they can't be in the same frame.

It's not that Mo Sihan doesn't want to, but I don't want to see Mo Sihan at all.

Even if the two met, Zhu Wuwu directly ignored him and treated him as air.

Mo Sihan tried everything in vain.

Someone once said that anger and disappointment are not the same, anger only needs to be coaxed, and disappointment is that everything you do is superfluous.

If you have saved enough of the disappointment of one, there will be no such thing as extravagant expectations.

I wish you no worries, and the same is probably true for Mo Sihan.

Sometimes, children will ask, "Mommy, why didn't Daddy come with you?"

Zhu Wuwu smiled bitterly and replied to the child: "Dad is working, if the little youth group misses Daddy, can Mommy help you call him?"

The little youth group shook his head sadly: "When I see my father, the little youth group will not be able to see Mommy."

Zhu Wuwu was speechless for a while.

It turns out that in the minds of children, it is very important whether mother and father are in the same frame.

A month ago, they were obviously so harmonious and did not have any sense of disobedience.

In just one month, a lot of things have changed, and things have long been different.

People will tell about 88,000 lies in this life, and the easiest thing to blurt out is that it's okay.

But if you say it's okay, it's really okay?

Not necessarily.

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The hour hand on the wall pointed to ten o'clock, and the night in the hospital was unusually quiet.

Outside the window, a waning moon hangs high in the night sky.

The child was in good shape tonight, and fell asleep obediently after nine o'clock.

Zhu Wuwu was bored and flipped through the calendar on her phone, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after seeing today's date.

Today is her lunar birthday.

What about birthdays? No one remembers her birthday anyway.

The old man said, "There is a blessed birth in June, and there is no blessing in the wax month."

Although Zhu Wuwu was born in June in the summer, he has always felt that he is an unblessed person.

Sometimes she wondered if it was only an unfortunate person like her who would believe in superstition.

Because of misfortune, they must find a comfort for themselves so that they can continue to survive.

Every morning when she woke up, she felt

She can defy fate.

But at night, she had to compromise with fate again.

Sometimes, people live in this world, even if they don't do anything, they feel tired.

Love makes people tired, hate makes people tired, and even breathing makes people feel tired.

Strangely, even if a person lives as a walking corpse, he still can't overcome the fear of death.

Not far away, through a door, Mo Sihan stood from a safe distance and watched Zhu Wuwu from a distance.

Mo Sihan had a well-prepared birthday present in his hand, but he didn't know whether to give it to her or not?

If nothing else, he thinks she will most likely refuse to accept it.

How terrible a woman who doesn't eat oil and salt is, he can be regarded as a teacher.

Once upon a time, Mo Sihan, who was high above, also began to suffer from gains and losses.

His relationship with her is precarious, and any little friction can lead to unpredictable consequences.

The word "breakup" is like a knife hanging over his head, which may be lifted by her at any time.

Perhaps, this is what Mo Sihan is afraid of.

The debt he owed in the past, she finally came to collect it.

People, often lose in hindsight, know the day, why bother in the first place?

As if sensing the scorching gaze outside the door, Zhu Wuwu subconsciously looked in that direction, and the shadow that was still there just now dodged away in an instant.

After a while, the familiar footsteps came from far and near, and Mo Sihan pushed open the door and walked over.

Although he looked with messy hair, a beard on his chin, and bloodshot eyes, he was still the clean, fresh, handsome and extraordinary Mo Sihan.

The eyes of the two collided together, and Zhu Wuwu subconsciously put it aside.

Mo Sihan's dark pupils reflected Zhu Wuwu's indifferent and detached appearance, and the part of his body called the heart began to ache faintly.

She still didn't want to see him.

The hallway was quiet, without the slightest noise, and such silence only made the air awkward.

After a pause, Mo Sihan put the gift in his hand on Zhu Wuwu's lap and said cautiously, "Happy birthday."

Zhu Wuwu's bland eyes flashed a fleeting ripple, and then returned to normal.

Probably the only person who said happy birthday to her today.

So what?

Belated affection is cheaper than grass, and who's to say it's not?

「……」

Zhu Wuwu glanced at him indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

The mobile phone screen lit up, Mo Sihan looked at the caller ID and answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Bai's excited voice came: "Mr. Mo, good news, the child's donor has been found."

"What? Say it again!" A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Sihan's eyes, and he couldn't even hide his voice.

I wish you no worries about breathing, pricking up your ears, and getting nervous,

"If nothing else, I will probably be able to give my child a bone marrow transplant soon."

A long-lost smile appeared on Mo Sihan's face, and his voice trembled, "Great!"

During the three-minute call, Mo Sihan confirmed it many times.

Zhu Wuwu's heart also thumped, and the whole person involuntarily stood up from the stool.

She cried tears of joy with emotion, this should be the best birthday present she has ever received.

Through the transparent glass, the eyes of the two unconsciously fell on the sleeping child.

It turns out that the best gift in the world is called hope.

……

The next day, Mo Sihan did not go to the hospital, but went to a suburban cemetery.

Several black cars pulled up in the parking lot of the cemetery on the outskirts.

There were men in black suits in the car, and one of them went directly to open the trunk after getting out of the car.

Lying in the trunk was a man, his hands tied with his backhand, his body curled up

。

A few minutes later, Mo Sihan stepped out of the car.

Su Qing looked at Mo Sihan in horror, and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Mr. Mo, spare your life!" But whatever you want to know, I say, I really don't lie to you."

Mo Sihan's face was expressionless, and the corners of his lips twitched coldly: "I said a long time ago, if you can't find your sister's grave, you know what the fate will be."

Su Qing swallowed nervously: "Mr. Mo, I remembered, my sister is not buried here."

"Where is the burial?"

"Let me think about it...... Su Qing stammered, "We didn't buy a cemetery."

The air was stagnant for a while, and danger was imminent.

Mo Sihan controlled his anger and said sarcastically, "Is the Su family so poor now? I can't even afford a cemetery."

This Su Qing, who was full of running trains, was dying and lied a lot: "Mr. Mo, our Su family really has no money, it's not that we don't care for my hard-working sister."

Mo Si smiled coldly: "You, the eldest brother, have the money to gamble abroad, and your father has the money to buy a luxury car for the mistress, but you are crying poor with me here?"

"This ...... There is no such thing."

Yan Qing followed up with a few kicks, and threatened: "Don't tell the truth yet! Don't die, huh?"

"Don't fight! I was wrong!" Su Qing rolled all over the ground, crying wolf in pain.

Mo Sihan winked, and the black-clothed men began to dig with shovels.

After a while, Su Qing was buried in the soil like a radish, revealing only a round head and melon seeds.

Su Qing was so frightened that his soul fell: "Mr. Mo, I'll tell you the truth, I said."

Mo Sihan lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, puffing out the smoke, "You should know what I want to know, you have one last chance."

"I said, I'll say everything......

Some people don't cry when they don't see the coffin, and Su Qing belongs to this kind of person.

On the way back, Yan Qing asked, "Mr. Mo, do you believe what he said?"

"I believe it." Mo Sihan said with a disdainful expression, "Dare to hide from the sky and the sea under my nose, that mysterious person is not small."

Yan Qing asked again, "What kind of character does Mr. Mo think that mysterious person is?"

Mo Sihan sneered to himself, "At least it won't be a small person."

……

A few days later, the news reached the opponent, and the opponent took action.

Not only that, but he also inquired about why Mo Sihan had to find Su Lan.

The black fox man came to Su Lan and told her, "Mo Sihan seems to have come out of your brother's mouth, and you are not dead yet."

"Isn't it sooner or later? I knew I could hide it from him for a while, but I couldn't hide it from him for the rest of my life." There was a touch of self-deprecation at the corner of Su Lan's mouth.

"I heard that Mo Sihan's daughter was seriously ill and was going to have a bone marrow transplant, and he accidentally found out that his daughter was not his own." The black fox man looked at Su Lan and said in a cold voice, "Miss Su, can you tell me the truth about the reason for this?"

Su Lan frowned: "His daughter, you go and ask him, ask me how I know?"

"Don't forget that we have a win-win relationship, and if you want to hide it from me......

Su Lan pondered for a while and said, "If you promise me two conditions, I can tell you."

"What conditions? Tell me about it."