Young Master Mo, you have been tricked

Tang Jing knew about this, because this was what Lin Jiawei suggested.

Lin Jiawei heard Tang Jing tell about Su Mi's situation, but she still wanted to see it with her own eyes to be at ease.

She walked into the door in a few steps, first replaced the flowers in the vase with the flowers she brought, and arranged the room briefly. There was no movement on the bed, and she just stood in front of the bed.

The person on the bed was still silent, Lin Jiawei called softly: "Su Mi."

Su Mi still didn't move.

Lin Jiawei couldn't help being elated.

She smiled softly and said, "Su Mi! Why are you about to die? I haven't done anything to you yet! Do you know that I'm right beside your most important man?"

"Hehe! You don't know!"

"Now you know it's useless, die!"

"When the time comes, your man will be mine!"

The jealousy that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time made Lin Jiawei rack her brains to search for vicious words and vent her crazy jealousy.

Su Mi didn't respond at all.

Lin Jiawei had enough scolding, and left contentedly. She had waited too long for this moment, and she was really happy.

Mo Hanchen hung up the phone and walked back to the ward. He sat down on the side of the bed again, held her hand, his eyes were fixed.

Just now, the godmother called and asked him how he was doing, and to find a brain specialist for him.

He actually didn't hold out hope, because the one his father found for him was already the top one, but it's always good to have more hope, and he didn't refuse.

He looked at her and called out in a deep voice, "Mimi..."

He only yelled once, but couldn't say anything after that.

If he had known that this would happen, he would not have left in anger, and would have given her enough love and warmth, so that she would not be greedy for the beauty in her dream, and would not want to wake up.

Su Mi is indeed very beautiful at this moment, even if it is a dream, she does not want to wake up.

The little balls rolled into the deep alley again.

Xiao Zhi only chased his own ball, and Su Mi chased it uncomfortably, calling at the same time: "Zi Zhi, don't go over there, mom will pick up the ball for you."

But the little one didn't look back, she called out: "Mom, it's time for you to go back."

"Mom will play with you for a while, listen to mom and come back." Su Mi cried anxiously in her heart.

Lin Jiawei's voice sounded from the end of the alley, "Just!"

Su Mi was terrified, the little one in front of her eyes disappeared in an instant.

"Ah!" With a scream, Su Mi sat up from the bed.

Mo Hanchen hugged her as fast as he could and held her tightly in his arms. When he spoke, his voice was choked in his throat.

Su Mi's eyes were wide open in his arms, her mind was still in a dream, she opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, her throat was dry and painful, what about her only one?
Her mind is full of her own.

Disappeared, once again disappeared in front of oneself.

The dream was so real that she couldn't tell which was a dream and which was reality.

Mo Hanchen finally realized that she was abnormal, he let go of her, pinched her chin, and carefully looked into her eyes.

Su Mi was forced to look at him, but her eyes were full of strangeness.

She recognizes this face and has seen it on TV. Why is he here?

"Mimi, speak up, talk!" Mo Hanchen's heart tightened, and he scolded in a cold voice.

Su Mi looked at him, her eyes hesitated, she spoke softly, her voice was hoarse, and she called out in doubt, "Young Master Mo?"

Mo Hanchen's condensed eyes suddenly darkened and sank extremely quickly, instantly sinking to the bottom, and his heart had already fallen to the bottom.