Axiu came in in a hurry. Under the light on the operating table, she saw a face that was as pale as paper and almost shattered at the touch of a touch. The owner of this face had smiled like a flower and said to her in the morning.
If you are considerate and considerate, your situation will change in a short time and you will be on the verge of death.
"Young Mistress." Axiu wanted to hold her hand, but she didn't dare to move. There was blood everywhere on the white sheets.
"Axiu..." Qiu Mo opened her stiff lips, and the hand on her side slowly reached into the pocket of her clothes, but she really didn't have the strength, she just hooked her fingers and couldn't move anymore.
Axiu understood what she meant and hurriedly helped her take out a business card from her pocket.
She always carries this business card with her.
"Call this person and ask him to take the child away..." Qiu Mo only said one sentence, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, his eyes were closed tightly, and it became difficult to breathe.
"Ventilator." The doctor said quickly.
"Don't worry, young lady, I'll go now."
Ignoring the nurses who were frantically putting her on a ventilator, and ignoring the blood that was constantly spilling out, Axiu quickly ran out of the room. She suddenly had a glimmer of extravagant hope: This person might be able to save the young mistress.
When she went out and saw that Nie Ronghua was still there, Axiu had an idea and stepped forward and said: "Madam, this operation will take three or four hours at least. You have just recovered. Don't work here anymore. Leave it to me."
Axiu has always been honest and meticulous in her work in the cold house. Nie Ronghua also praised the food she cooked. When he heard that it would take three or four hours, he impatiently raised his wrist and looked at his watch:
"Well, Mrs. Jiang also made an appointment for me to go to the SPA in the afternoon."
"Madam, don't worry, Axiu will take good care of the young master. I will call you if I have any news." Axiu said respectfully and flatteringly.
"Yes." Nie Ronghua felt relieved, picked up the exquisite designer leather bag, carefully pulled up the mink velvet shawl, and walked away with elegant steps.
Looking at that extremely graceful figure, and then looking at Qiu Mo on the operating table, who was on the line between life and death, this strong contrast made A Xiu feel sad. People who live at the top of the pyramid may not be able to understand the pain and suffering of those at the bottom.
Sad, at the same time, they cannot feel their simple happiness.
But she didn't have time to think about this now. She held the gold-gilded business card in one hand and took out the phone with the other. While dialing the number, she whispered in her mouth: Lin Jinfeng.
At the same time, Carter, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, finally excitedly waited for the vehicles speeding in front of him. He could distinguish every car with a cold look at a glance.
The car stopped slowly in front of the gate and did not drive into the house as before.
Several security guards ran out of the security booth in a panic, thinking there was something wrong with Leng Xiao's car.
"Young Master Leng, we're here." Wen Shang saw that he had been slow to move and couldn't help but remind him.
Leng Xiao eyes looked at Carter at the door, his thoughts drifting far away like flowing clouds.
He was brought back by the driver last night, so he didn't disturb anyone when he entered the house.
Before he passed through the door, he saw Carter sitting in front of the sofa through a layer of bright glass, while Qiu Mo held a ruler in her hand and measured its length and waist.
Write it down carefully.
When she bent down, her hair fell down softly and swayed gently around her snow-white neck.
"Hey Carter, I'll have a sweater to wear in a few days." She patted its head gently, and it moved into her arms, rubbing and rubbing against it.
When Carter saw him, most of them were respectful, but for Qiu Mo, he sincerely loved him.
He stood outside the door and didn't move for a long time. He couldn't explain why, but he just felt that the scene was particularly warm.
At this time, Carter's big bright eyes were watching him silently. Through these eyes, he seemed to see a bit of stubbornness in the dying struggle on the operating table.
Her breathing gradually became weak, and she could no longer make such a pleasant voice, or bloom such a spring-breathing smile, and his heart would sink along with it, and he would be in a state of ruin and destruction.
"Get out of the car." The deep and decisive command showed firmness.
Wen Shang was so smart that he immediately understood what Leng Xiao meant. He opened the car door and jumped out, saying respectfully: "Don't worry, Mr. Leng, I will definitely take good care of Miss Feng."
As soon as the last note ended, the car turned sharply and sped off towards the road it came from.
Carter shook the fur on his body and still squatted there as before.
The scenery on the roadside continued to recede, and Leng Xiao's hand holding the steering wheel became tighter. The sweat secreted from his palms was moist and warm, constantly reminding him of his nervousness at this time.
My heart was very confused, but all the thoughts were just worries about her.
At this time, many things in the past seemed to become clear, but he was avoiding and unwilling to face it. He was afraid that it was his own mistake that had sent her down this road. If the result was irreversible, he would
How should we face the endgame?
You obviously miss me, but you have to pretend not to care.
She obviously feels distressed, but she pretends to be indifferent.
He was obviously moved, but he told himself that he was deceived.
I can't imagine that without her in the future, would that kind of throbbing and warmth visit me again?
"Didi." The whistle sounded continuously. When Leng Xiao woke up from his confusion, he saw a long queue of cars in front of him.
At this time, the car actually...pressed.
He impatiently wanted to reverse the car and find a new path, but the car behind him pressed tightly against the rear, making it impossible for him to move.
"Damn it." Leng Xiao punched the steering wheel, completely forgetting that this was his favorite car. At the same time, his eyes fell on the exquisitely crafted watch on his wrist.
For him, who is a workaholic, time has always been extremely precious, but there has never been a moment like this. He hopes that it will pass slower and slower.
The more anxious they become, the more motionless the convoy becomes. There is an unsettling sleepiness floating in the air, and the sound of time passing by can be clearly heard in the ears.
Suddenly, he opened the car door and ran forward along the driveway amidst the surprised looks from around him.
The weather was slightly cool, and he was sweating all over from running. He couldn't feel the cold anymore, so he simply took off his coat and threw it casually in a car next to him.
The driver of the car was a woman. She was looking at her phone boredly when suddenly a black object hit the windshield. She was about to curse when she saw the clothes slip down and a man with a slender body and excellent appearance walked out of the car.
Running past, he seemed to have run very far, and there were layers of sweat on the tip of his tall nose. His running posture was like the cheetah in the animal world that she often watched. His posture was graceful and agile, and the world became a complete image in his eyes.
Afterimage.
"Wow, a man like the wind." The woman quickly got out of the car and picked up the clothes he threw away, as if she had found a treasure. She looked at the logo on the collar again and bit her tongue. This kind of thing can only be seen on TV.
She picked up the brand clothes she received for free.
Leng Xiao ran for several streets and finally skipped this section of the route.
I hailed a taxi and rushed to the hospital quickly.