delicious life

This kind of warmth you can rely on.And, I don't want to lose this warmth.

"Mo Ci." After a long silence, the man with a low voice lowered his head and stroked his cheek with his fingers.

The comfortable feeling made Mo Ci narrow his eyes.

"Mo Ci, let's be together."

The other party said when he closed his eyes, his scorching breath entered his ears like a floating cloud.

"Mmm." He heard his own extremely subtle response, and then he was hugged tightly by the other party, and he heard his steady heartbeat gradually speeding up.

"I care about you, so don't run away. Now you have promised me."

The unmodified low-mellow voice swirled a few times, quietly, like water flowing by the side of a ravine, slowly flowing into the bottom of my heart.

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"I think... Teacher Antoine will be very angry." On the way to the airport, Mo Ci lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the five fingers of the man in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, after preparing for so long, you still have to miss the final." The man with profound facial features nodded, silently stretched out a hand, and held Mo Ci's palm.

"This is a difficult choice. I don't want to give up, but compared to my father's life, I can give up the game."

Feeling Duan Feng's unique care, Mo Ci frowned slightly.

Before coming to the airport, he sent a text message to Mr. Antoine, saying that he could not participate in the final.

Teacher Antoine didn't call right away, maybe he didn't have his mobile phone with him, maybe he was busy cooking, and when he came to the competition on Friday... the teacher must be dissatisfied.

After many days of preparation, I chose to give up at the last moment, which is also a helpless move.

Mo Ci grabbed Duan Feng's fingers, and turned his face to the window where the scene was rapidly receding.

"Mo Ci, you don't have to blame yourself. I think Antoine will forgive you. You only have one life, and there are many more chances to compete. You still have a chance."

Duan Feng grabbed Mo Ci's palm with his backhand and placed it on his lap, his soft voice lingered in Mo Ci's ears.

"Well, but I remembered that I still have an agreement with someone on the field," Mo Ci suddenly remembered something, withdrew his hand, and rubbed the hair on his head.

"Agreement, what kind of agreement?" Duan Feng didn't realize that his voice was a little heavier.

"A Nordic man named Ike, he said he would meet me in the final, but I, alas, I didn't have the chance to face him on the court..."

"Are you disappointed?" There was a tension in the man's voice that he didn't notice, and Mo Ci shook his head lightly.

"No, I just released other people's pigeons, and I feel a little sorry."

82. chapter11

As soon as Mo Ci got off the plane, he rushed to the hospital at the address provided by his elder brother. Duan Feng followed closely, picked up Mo Ci's luggage, and helped to hail a taxi.

"Hurry up, go to Renxin Hospital!" Mo Ci got into the taxi and kept urging the taxi driver.

The taxi driver quickly turned around and drove all the way to the hospital.

After paying the money, Mo Ci opened the car door and entered the lobby of the hospital.Unexpectedly, the front of the hospital was crowded with reporters holding microphones.

"Mr. Mo Zhixing, who was admitted to your hospital last night, has he passed the critical period?" The female reporter with a microphone squeezed to the front and amplified the volume.

"Sorry, only the senior management of the hospital knows about Mr. Mo's condition." The doctor in white overalls pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and spread his hands to express his ignorance.

"So, can you please invite the high-level officials of your hospital to accept our interview?" The female reporter who received the answer just now still did not give up, she seized the opportunity and asked another question.

"Sorry, we don't have the right to allow the senior management of the hospital to be interviewed." The doctor wearing glasses refused coldly.

"We want to go in and check on Mr. Mo's condition. Can the hospital pass through?" The female reporter who was rejected pushed the colleagues who swarmed up to squeeze out the crowd, and the reporter who extended the microphone to the front seized the best opportunity.

"No, the hospital can't let irrelevant people in." The doctor frowned.

"Please accommodate the hospital. We will never disturb the rest of the patients." The voice of another reporter overshadowed everyone.

After the reporters present heard it, they immediately seconded, "Yes, yes, we will definitely not affect the patient's rest."

"Please be quiet," the doctor wearing glasses said loudly. "There are a lot of patients in the hospital. Going up with a group of you will definitely disturb the rest of the patients. So, please go back."

"No, just put a few people in, not everyone." The reporter who had just extended the microphone to the front raised the volume, "Let us go in first."

"No, let's go in first, we are reporters from Xingxing TV."

"Let me in first, Dashu Satellite TV needs this news, please let us in first."

The reporters who wanted to go in for interviews rushed to speak, their voices overshadowing the doctor who was speaking.The scene got out of control for a while, and the security guards of the hospital were already holding electric batons to maintain order, and rushed the reporters who were flushed in the face to the outside of the hall.

The reporters didn't want to let go of this very valuable news, and they were intimidated by the security guards holding electric batons.

"Let us in!"

The wide-eyed reporters pushed each other, trying to get the hospital to compromise.But the tall security guards with electric batons ferociously drove away this group of reporters who seriously affected the rest of the patients, without any sign of compromise.

"The security guards in your hospital are too rude. We just want to interview Mr. Mo, and there is no malice!" A reporter said angrily, raising his voice again.

"Our hospital has hospital rules. Please media workers cooperate with the work of the hospital. We have nothing to say about Mr. Mo's condition. Please leave quickly!"

The doctor wearing glasses held a megaphone quietly handed over by the nurse and shouted loudly.

Mo Ci frowned, and locked his eyes on the red-eared reporter in front of the hospital lobby, snatching news clues.

"What should I do?" Mo Ci clenched his lower lip irritably, and the anxiety in his eyes fell into the eyes of the man behind him.

"Don't worry, there is more than one entrance to the hospital, we can find another door to enter." Soon understanding the situation, Duan Feng gently put his palm on Mo Ci's shoulder to calm him down.

"The back door, there should be a back door!" Mo Ci's eyes lit up, he grabbed Duan Feng's palm, and took a detour to the back of the hospital while the reporters were rushing to get news in the lobby.

Under Duan Feng's guidance, Mo Ci quickly found the back door, and was about to push open the half-closed iron gate, when a voice full of joy came oncoming.

"Little Master!"

Mo Ci raised his head slightly, and saw a woman in her 40s with a simple temperament all over her body.

"Sister-in-law Da!" Mo Ci called out the woman's name accurately, and stepped forward in small steps, with an uncontrollable excitement in his voice.

"Young master, you are back." With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Da's full lips moved, and she grabbed Mo Ci's palm.

"Yes, I'll come back to see Dad, Dad..." Mo Ci's eyes were filled with sourness, and his eyes were red for a while.

"Young master, don't be too sad, master...he will get through this." Mrs. Da saw Mo Ci's reddish eyes and shook her head silently, "I wanted to go home and make some I gave something to the young master, and I didn't want to meet the reporters in front, so I came out the back door and met the young master... I, I will take you to see the young master." Mrs. Da couldn't help crying, watching When there was another person behind Mo Ci, Mrs. Da softened her voice.

"Master, is this gentleman your friend?"

"Yes," Mo Ci glanced behind him, nodded to Mrs. Da, then turned his head slightly, looking at Duan Feng with tolerant eyes.

"You, do you want to go in with me?"

"Okay." Duan Feng nodded, and gave a friendly smile to Mrs. Da who was beside Mo Ci.

"Young Master has changed a lot. I just saw you, Dasao almost didn't recognize you." Dasao led the tired-looking two people into the elevator, and looked at Mo Ci with loving eyes when the elevator went up.

"Yeah, I just haven't been back for a year," Mo Ci's eyes dimmed when he mentioned the sad thing.This made Mrs. Da swallow what she was about to say. At this time, any happy things were covered with a black coat.

"Ding..." The elevator opened slowly, Mrs. Da walked in front, walked around a corridor, and pushed open a slate door.

"Young master, it's here, and there's a door inside. Eldest young master, you need to persuade him to open some. Sister-in-law Da will go back to cook first, and come back to the hospital later." Sighed softly With a sigh of relief, Mrs. Da closed the door when the two entered, and retreated silently.

"I'll sit here and wait for you first." Duan Feng stopped when Mo Ci was about to open the last door, and pointed to the seat next to him.

"Okay, Duan Feng." Mo Ci forced a smile, nodded, opened the door and walked in under Duan Feng's gaze.

The stern-faced man's face was covered with a thick layer of ice, his brows were furrowed, his lips were tightly pressed without any curvature, his arms were bent in a certain posture for a long time, and he kept walking back and forth on the clean floor.

"Brother." Mo Ci quietly walked to the man's side, his voice was filled with excitement.

Hearing this, the man turned his head abruptly, saw his younger brother standing straight in front of him, he was slightly taken aback, then took a deep breath, and slowly came back to his senses.

"Ah Ci." The man's cold voice was mixed with other emotions, and his sharp gaze fell on Mo Ci, and suddenly softened a lot.

"Brother, I'm back." Mo Ci said softly with a sore heart.

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