Rebirth: National Crown Prince

The man in black immediately stepped forward and pulled away from Xie Ying, who had an expression that looked both sad and crazy.

Xie Ying's condition was not quite right, she was acting crazy, as if she was stuck in some painful memory.

When Mo Sizong heard this, he couldn't help but rushed to the hospital immediately.

Xie Ying was tied up again. She lowered her head and sat motionless on the chair, like a wooden figure.

How is it? Doctor. Mozong asked anxiously.

After a careful examination, the doctor said, Don't worry, because it was discovered early, Master Hong is fine.

Mo Sizong, who had been worried about it all the way, finally let it go. He said, It's fine as long as it's okay.

After the doctor left, the atmosphere in the ward was strangely silent.

The butler also followed.

Mo Sizong looked at Xie Ying on the chair, with a hint of evil in his eyes, Xie Ying, I think you really don't want to live anymore. Housekeeper, I'll leave her to you and deal with it cleanly.

The butler responded with a happy yes.

Xie Ying was lifted up by two men in fire clothes. She looked at the man on the hospital bed and suddenly screamed: Don't touch me, Mo Sihong, I hate you, I hate you, why have you never let me go? If you pass me, go to hell, go to hell!

Mo Sizong's face turned livid with anger: Bring her back quickly.

Ahem—!

As soon as the coughing sound came out, everyone in the ward was stunned for a moment.

I saw the eyelashes of the man on the hospital bed moving, and then the eyes slowly opened.

The housekeeper's eyes widened in shock, Master, Master, he's awake!

Hong'er—— Mo Sizong looked at the man who woke up in disbelief.

He couldn't be dreaming, his Hong'er was really awake.

The man's eyebrows moved, and his eyes did not fall on Mozong and the others, but slowly fell on the embarrassed woman.

Father, let her go. The man's voice was low and deep, unusually hoarse and dry.

Seeing that Mo Sihong had really woken up, Mo Si Zong said ecstatically: Okay, okay, I'll let her go.

Mo Sihong's eyes were calm, deep, and beautiful, much like his mother's eyes, but dim.

Him: Hel me up.

Because he has been lying in bed, his body is now limp and almost no different from a vegetative state. He has to learn some basic movements from scratch, such as walking.

Mo Sihong personally went over and helped Mo Sihong's upper body up, letting his back lean against the bedside table.

Mo Sihong: Ying'er he couldn't help shouting softly.

Shut up! Xie Ying glared at him with eyes full of hatred: Don't call me Ying'er, it's disgusting.

Can't you hear me? Take her down here. Mo Sizong didn't want to see this woman at all now. If it weren't for Hong'er, he would have dealt with this woman long ago.

Father. Mo Sihong shouted calmly without looking at Mo Si Zong.

Mo Sizong frowned: Hong'er, are you still stubborn about it? What kind of ecstasy soup did this woman fill you with?

Seeing that Mo Sihong was so distant from him, he felt uncomfortable.

Mo Sihong's expression was indifferent: This is what you owe me.

Mo Sizong's face looked a little ugly, and he laughed angrily: Who am I doing so much for? Why are you so stubborn?

Apart from indifference, the rest of Mo Sihong's eyebrows were filled with sadness.

When he left Mo Si's house, he said that he would never forgive him in his life.

If possible, he would rather not wake up for the rest of his life.

Some people seem to be alive, but in fact they are dead.