Lin Jinfeng clenched his fists with both hands, and two voices in his heart made him restless.
The current situation is that the child is about to be sent to the incubator, Qiu Mo is on the hospital bed, Leng Xiao and Ye Hen should be on their way. Time is tight, and he can only take one away.
He knew that Qiu Mo must like this child very much, but for him, he hoped that she would be fine. Besides, he had promised her that as long as she lived, he would definitely take her away.
With no time to hesitate, Lin Jinfeng took off Qiu Mo's blood-stained clothes, wrapped her up in his own clothes, and picked her up from the bed.
When he walked to the door, he saw Axiu waiting outside in a panic. He briefly told her, and she said she would keep it a secret for him because she didn't want to see the young mistress suffer that kind of injustice again.
He paused, turned around and said to Xin Qian: "I will find a safe place to hide her first, and then come back to pick up the child."
Xue Qian seemed to have something to say, so she opened her mouth. Under the mask, her lips moved slightly but no sound came out.
"Then I'm leaving." Lin Jinfeng strode out with the skinny little man in his arms, took two steps, and stopped again, but this time he didn't look back. A soft voice came from that sexy face.
She spat it out in a low voice, causing the tears that Xixian had been holding back for a long time to finally stop.
"It was my fault at the beginning. I apologize to you. This time, thank you."
It wasn't until Lin Jinfeng walked away that Xing Qian woke up from her daze. She turned around, picked up a chair, and smashed the operating room a few times. Then she took out a scalpel from the utensil tray, and the light of the knife shone on her
On her face, she saw that she actually had a happy smile. It turned out that until now, she still couldn't let go of that man, and she could even do this for him.
She smiled bitterly and stabbed the knife hard into her arm.
"ah...."
As the screams spread, several medical staff rushed in.
They were horrified when they saw the mess on the floor in the operating room and Xixian's bloody arm.
Xue Qian leaned against the wall, weakly raised her finger and pointed at the baby on the bed: "Quickly, send the baby to the incubator."
People then started to take care of the children again.
Looking at the pile of white coats in front of her, Xue Qian gently closed her eyes.
Lin, I hope I can help you this time.
This emergency incident was considered a malignant incident by the hospital. A body was robbed and the operating room was smashed. The police were originally supposed to pursue the case, but unexpectedly the matter was dropped due to the intervention of Leng Xiao and Ye Hen.
A week later, Lin Jinfeng quietly approached Xue Qian to ask for the child, but was told that the child was dead. The two had originally made an appointment to meet, but for some unknown reason, Xixian made an excuse to turn it down.
, although he felt strange, he didn't ask any questions, so he had no choice but to tell Qiu Mo the bad news.
Qiu Mo couldn't accept this fact at first, and her already weak body was so sick that she was bedridden for a time.
Lin Jinfeng was afraid that she would not be able to think about it, so he had no choice but to stay with her day and night, fully clothed.
At that time, they lived in great poverty. They had no money and lived in a small hotel worth tens of yuan in the suburbs. They also had to avoid the searches of Leng Xiao and Ye Hen all the time. But fortunately, a month later, Xue Qian was finally willing to show up.
She wanted to give Lin Jinfeng money, but he didn't want it. In his outlook on life, he would never spend a woman's money. Xing Qian had no choice but to buy a lot of supplements for Qiu Mo to maintain her health.
The trustee found a relatively inexpensive house for them in City C.
She had done all she could to help. In this age of indifference and when they were most in need, this friendship was something they would never forget.
The child next door stopped crying. Qiu Mo sorted out her chaotic thoughts. Of course, Lin Jinfeng still hid some details from her.
She turned on the TV casually and clicked on a few channels at random, trying to distract herself.
"The Leng's Consortium held a press conference today for the TP6 generation mobile phone. This mobile phone will be launched in October this year. I heard that enthusiasts of TP mobile phones have set up tents outside the door of the Leng's Consortium, waiting for this phone at any time.
The launch of a mobile phone.”
The picture freezes on an all-too-familiar face.
Although the camera only captured his profile, he was still as handsome as a sculpture.
Wearing a black suit that is only worn on formal occasions, he looks tall and tall, and the aura exuding from his whole body naturally isolates the people around him thousands of miles away.
The book slipped from Qiu Mo's hand and fell onto the bed, and the spoon bounced away with a frightened sound.
Her eyes were fixed on the still picture without blinking, and she looked at the row of small words typed below: Mr. Leng Xiao, President of Leng Group, was in person at the venue.
In his life without her, he still lived such a glorious life. At the top of his pyramid, on the top of his mountains, she was simply an insignificant character, like a supporting role in a TV series. Although she was temporarily remembered,
It will be forgotten in a blink of an eye.
Qiu Mo picked up the remote control and quickly switched channels, changing a dozen or so in a row, and finally turned off the TV with a hard press.
She admitted that her mood was influenced by him, and even though she had told herself that it was a thing of the past, she still felt a slight pain somewhere in her heart when he was touched.
She walked to the balcony, opened the window and took a deep breath. The night wind poured into her stomach, making her feel cold from top to bottom. She pinched the bracelet on her wrist, which she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she tried.
It's an object, but it's okay, it will always remind her of the terrible past and inspire her to move towards a better future.
One day, some things will gradually fade away. You know it existed, but you have forgotten how it existed, and he will become the forgotten existence, sealed in her life.
Thinking of this, Qiu Mo couldn't help but feel good. She looked at the time and knew that Lin Jinfeng had already gone to work. A thought came to her mind and she couldn't help but send him a text message on a whim.
Lin Jinfeng was standing in a bar with a bustling crowd, wearing a bar-specific camouflage uniform, leather boots, and a hat on his head.
The security personnel here are all dressed up like these, like the mercenaries in the Golden Triangle, but he is the only one who can wear such clothes so realistically and handsomely.
His job is to be responsible for the security here. If there are fights and troubles between guests, he is responsible for mediating. If necessary, he can use force.
With Lin Jinfeng's skills, doing this kind of job was a piece of cake, but he didn't want to show off too much, so he tried to get into fights with others a few times, but he didn't suffer a small loss.
The guests were taking their seats one after another. He was leaning against the wall in the dark, his evil eyes staring lazily at something in the air.
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and saw a familiar name, and his heart beat wildly for no reason. At this time, she usually wouldn't send him a text message.
With his fingers trembling a little, he pressed the OK button.
"Jin Feng, I heard people say that if you stick your tongue out, you won't be able to breathe quickly."