"Master Jiu, I didn't expect things to turn around like this. It's really surprising." Mo Nanxi said happily.
Because he knew that although Master Jiu didn't mention it during this period, he felt guilty in his heart, and there was also invisible pressure pressing on Master Jiu.
Moreover, he felt that the real significance of this matter was...
"Master Jiu, there can be miracles in death, let alone legs?"
"I believe in the 0.1% possibility, please believe it, Mr. Jiu."
Bo Zhanye's eyes turned gloomy.
He turned off his tablet and mobile phone and looked at Mo Nanxi: "The most disappointing thing is to have hope. If you don't have hope, you won't be disappointed."
Mo Nanxi shook his head: "At least there is hope, isn't there? Master Jiu, you once told me not to make any conclusions easily until the last minute.
After following Master Jiu all these years, I know clearly how strong a person you are, and I believe you can stand up this time as well."
Bo Zhanye's face was reserved and his breath was cold and distant:
"This time is different. Whether you can stand up or not cannot be easily concluded, especially don't think that the 0.1% possibility is 100%."
"Mo Nanxi, let's go. You have worked hard with me these years. Now you can go find a relaxing job, fall in love, get married and have children."
Mo Nanxi's eyes turned red instantly: "Jiu Ye, I know that you have been handling my shares and wages in the ward these days, and you want me to leave. Now you finally say it.
I also understand what you mean, you don’t want anyone familiar with you to see your embarrassment and situation, and you don’t want to lose your pride and self-esteem in front of us.
But Master Jiu, you were once attacked by Bo Jiacai, and I saw you when you were down and out.
I have also seen you look lonely in the middle of the night.
I even saw you crying in the room holding your wedding photos during the time when your wife was missing.
Now, as long as I'm in a wheelchair and can't stand up, I don't think it's a big deal.
In my heart, no matter what you look like or what posture you have, you are still the aloof Master Jiu, and that will never change.
So Master Jiu, you have already driven away your wife, please don’t drive me away.
If you really feel that being disabled is a shameful thing, then I will also disable both legs and sit in the wheelchair with you to spend this time together."
The sonorous, powerful and unswerving voice floated in the ward, obviously very masculine, but so affectionate.
Bo Zhanye frowned and frowned. He didn't expect Mo Nanxi to say these words. His eyes were full of complexity and embarrassment:
"Mo Nanxi, since you know me so well, you shouldn't make things difficult for me."
Mo Nanxi said firmly: "No, it's Master Jiu. If you regard me as a sincere person, you shouldn't let me go at this time."
"Anyway, I will never leave."
After saying that, he stubbornly ran to the escort bed and lay down.
Bo Zhanye: "..."
I have never seen such a shameless person.
Still a grown man.
He sighed slightly and said no more.
Those unusually deep and dark eyes contained a thick fog. Only he himself knew what he was thinking and what he was afraid of...
‘Ding dong!’ After a while, the phone rang with a WeChat message.
It was a message from Xixi: [Have you seen the news and Big Brother’s text message? Lanjiao is still alive, I have a sister! 】
【I have a sister!】
[If you think about how happy I am, you will definitely think that I am smiling silly.]
As Bo Zhanye read the words, he couldn't help but picture Fu Xixi's excitement in making people smile and say she had a sister.
Those white teeth and bright eyes, the folds are shining.
Not stupid...
so cute.
Just as he was thinking about it, Fu Xixi sent another message: [I guess you didn’t expect it, so I’ll send you a photo. 】
Then, a photo of him holding Lan Jiao's neck and taking Lan Jiao with him for a photo was sent.