Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

Song Hanqing had a dark face.

Fearing that something might happen to Song Hanqing, Jiang Ji stopped joking, but said seriously, "Don't talk now, just swallow the blood in your mouth, the tongue's blood clotting function is good, and the bleeding will stop soon."

"Then you come to the hospital first, and I'll do an examination for you to see if you have injured any nerves."

Song Hanqing pinched the phone.

But he didn't go to the hospital immediately, but after the bleeding stopped, he walked upstairs.

Standing at the door of Huamo's room, he said in a low voice, "Let me tell you again, the disappearance of Huaan has nothing to do with me."

"Hua Mo, don't we even have this bit of trust?"

trust
In the room, Hua Mo stared at Hua An's profile picture on the computer, lost in thought, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

trust
Is there still trust between her and Song Hanqing?
Even if you believe in ghosts, don't believe in Song Hanqing!

Hua Mo didn't want to listen to Song Hanqing's words, so he walked directly to the bed, lifted the quilt and covered his head.

Seeing that Hua Mo hadn't made a sound for a long time, Song Hanqing thought that something had happened to Hua Mo, and hurriedly knocked open the door.

bang.

Song Hanqing broke through the door, Hua Mo suddenly sat up on the bed, stared blankly at Song Hanqing with a gloomy face, squeezed the quilt behind him nervously, and shrank.

Song Hanqing felt a little pain in his heart seeing her like this.

When did Hua Mo become so hesitant towards him.

She doesn't believe him that much?
Song Hanqing raised his hand, and the bodyguards who came knocking on the door with him retreated. He walked in, looked down at Hua Mo from above, like a king, with cold eyes.

He stared at Hua Mo, finally lost, and sighed helplessly, "I didn't mean to hurt you, you don't have to look at me like this, I'm also investigating Hua An's matter, but it really has nothing to do with me .”

"Take a good rest! Your current situation is not optimistic, you must take a good rest."

Hua Mo didn't speak.

Song Hanqing turned around and went out.

When he went out, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

He clutched his chest and didn't care.

On the contrary, Xiaomei happened to come over to see it, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Song Hanqing glanced at Xiaomei lightly, and said a few words, "Take good care of her! Try to make her emotionally stable, so that no more accidents will happen."

"Yeah." Xiaomei hummed twice, but couldn't help muttering, "Young Mistress wants to be quiet, but she can't be sure that someone will come and make trouble!"

She was referring to Qin Yu.

Come here out of nowhere, and hit Xiao Hei so hard!

Song Hanqing frowned when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "She won't come here again."

After Song Hanqing left, Xiaomei pouted twice before entering Huamo's room.

Seeing Hua Mo sitting on the bed with sluggish eyes, holding the quilt in her hands to protect herself, Xiaomei also felt very distressed. She walked over and poured Hua Mo a glass of water, and said softly, "Young Mistress, it's okay Already, the young master has left."

"Young Mistress" thinking of Song Hanqing's expression of vomiting blood when he came out, Xiaomei couldn't bear it. Looking at Hua Mo, she couldn't help persuading, "Young Mistress, I seemed to see the Young Master vomiting blood when I was at the door. You said he would Nothing will happen! In fact, the young master has really changed a lot during this time."

Vomiting blood
Hua Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly, thinking of the scene where Song Hanqing kissed her forcefully just now, he sneered and didn't speak.

Seeing that Hua Mo didn't speak, Xiaomei didn't dare to say anything more, so she had to change the subject, "Young Mistress, what do you want to eat later? I'll let the kitchen make it for you."

"People are iron rice and steel. I was like this when I was a child. Every time I was in a bad mood, I would eat something and feel that life is still very beautiful and life is still very happy."

Hua Mo glanced at Xiaomei gratefully.

Xiaomei turned her eyes for a while, and suddenly caught a glimpse of blood on the paper towel thrown in the trash can in the room. Reflexively, her eyes widened and she asked anxiously, "Young Mistress, what's wrong with you? Why are you vomiting blood? Why is there blood on this paper!"

Xiaomei was really worried about Hua Mo. Ever since Song Hanqing told her that Hua Mo had brain cancer, she felt like a piece of her heart was missing. On the one hand, she felt that Hua Mo was pitiful, and on the other hand, she felt sorry for her and Song Hanqing.

They are obviously a very suitable couple, but they have to suffer so much.

It turned out that the young master hated the young mistress, but the relationship between the two finally eased, and she got terminally ill again.
When Hua Mo heard Xiaomei's words, he glanced at the blood-stained paper ball in the trash can with indifferent eyes, and lifted his lips, "That's not my blood."

"Ah?" Xiaomei was puzzled, "It's not yours, then...could it be the young master's blood?"

"you."

Xiaomei is not a fool, so she quickly realized what happened, and scratched her head in embarrassment.

Hua Mo stopped talking.

There was only one thought inexplicably popping up in my mind.

But she was so angry, her mind went blank, she didn't even think about the weight of what she bit.

She just got so much blood, so Song Hanqing must have shed a lot of blood!Will it hurt.
As soon as this idea came out, Hua Mo immediately strangled him to death.

Why does she feel sorry for Song Hanqing?
Is she really masochistic?
Compared to her pain, the little blood he shed is nothing at all!
Song Hanqing doesn't deserve her heartache at all!

Here.

hospital.

Jiang Ji was administering medicine to Song Hanqing.

Because of the heavy hand, Song Hanqing took a deep breath and frowned.

Jiang Ji was wearing a white coat, holding a penlight in one hand and medicine in the other, looking at Song Hanqing with a look of fun.

"Let me tell you, you were cut more than a dozen times during training, and you didn't cry out for pain when the medicine was applied. You look like this with just such a small injury. Are you kidding me! Let me tell you, you If you pretend to be pitiful, go to Hua Mo to pretend, what is it to pretend to be here!"

"Could it be, Hua Mo doesn't pity you either!"

As Jiang Ji spoke, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

Song Hanqing looked at him coldly and gave him a threatening look.

Jiang Ji hurriedly smiled, and immediately prescribed medicine to Song Hanqing, and then said in a long-winded manner, "Your injury is actually not serious, Hua Mo is merciful."

Song Hanqing didn't speak, and asked Jiang Ji with a glance, "Can I go now?"

Jiang Ji raised his eyebrows, "Well, just take some time to change the medicine."

"Yeah." Song Hanqing hummed lightly, his brows were lightly folded, and his sword-like eyebrows moved slowly to look at Jiang Ji, and said in a low voice, "Help me ask, when Roy is free, ask her to come over to Hua Mo arranges for surgery to terminate the pregnancy.”

"I can't have the child in her belly. I will invite the best brain doctor in the world to treat her. I want her to live and live forever."