With Huo Qishen's status, it is very easy to investigate a car accident.

After finding out that Xiaoyi had no major problems, he quickly drove to the hospital.

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"Click--"

The door handle of the ward is turned.

The sensitive He Mingqiu wrapped in a sterile towel and immediately looked up and said, "Brother Fan?"

After seeing who the person coming in, his red face instantly pale.

Huo Qishen heard the voice of his beloved outside the door.

Logically speaking, he should be very happy.

But the three strange words made his heart tightly twisted together, and bursts of bitterness appeared.

How could Xiaoyi call someone else's brother so sweet?

Did he not remember his love for him at all?

Did the little things that happened in the past really turn into blank space and not leave behind?

Anger and sourness accumulated in the chest, like a huge rock pressing down, making Huo Qishen's breathing more and more difficult, and his heart seemed to be snatched and squirming bugs.

He pushed the door open rudely.

The temperament is getting colder.

Walking to the edge of the hospital bed in two or three steps, Huo Qishen pinched He Mingqiu's wrist and dragged He Mingqiu's body toward him, with red bloodshot in his eyes.

"Xiao Yi, what are you calling me?"

"Huo, Huo Qishen."

The wrist was pinched and hurt. He Mingqiu was shaking his eyelashes, and his thin, soft hair hung on his head.

His face was pale, and his delicate and beautiful face was like a fragile work of art. His fragile and slender neck could be broken with just one fold, which looked particularly pitying.

Huo Qishen suddenly thought of the night five years ago, with the same storm.

He lost Xiao Yi.

His Xiaoyi was lying silently in his arms, his face as white as paper, his sick body was as cold as ice, and his clothes were covered with blood clots...

In a trance, the scenes deep in memory overlap with the present.

Huo Qishen's heart was softened.

His strength slowed down, and his out-of-control emotions were curbed by his sanity.

He said in his gentlest and coldest voice: "Xiao Yi, it's me."

"Ashen has picked you up home."

He Mingqiu escaped Huo Qishen's sight. His thin and soft fingers tightly pulled the sterile towel wrapped around his body, and said in resistance:

"Sir, let me go, I don't want to go back with you."

Huo Qishen's gentleness froze on his face, and his stiff name made his cells boil all over his body.

His eyes were as dark as ink, and his eyes were hurt, "Xiao Yi, don't make trouble."

"I know you blame me for not looking for you in time."

"At that time, I was injected with anesthetic and fell into a coma and could not sense what was happening outside..."

"Anesthetic?"

He Mingqiu looked up in a daze, "What anesthetic?"

"Anesthetics are drugs that cause people to fall into coma and make people unconscious."

Huo Qishen gritted his teeth.

Just send some waste to disturb him, but he also used such despicable means to make him faint and trick Xiaoyi into getting his marriage certificate. It was so disgusting.

Xiao Yi also made him misunderstand him.

He Mingqiu's eyes widened a little, realizing that he had misunderstood something.

He said in a hurry: "So, it's not that you didn't want to care about me, but you couldn't find me at all?"

"Xiao Yi, you are more important than my life."

Huo Qishen loyally lowered his head, like a large dog worshiping his master.

He kissed the delicate skin that was pinched by him with deep affection and sincere affection, and sighed: "How could I leave you alone?"

He wished he could take charge of Xiaoyi for generations.

Be with Xiao Yiyi.
Chapter completed!