MTL - Mister Li, the Heart Bandit-Chapter 91 Well, there is me

Chapter 91 Be Good, I Am Here

I'm a mother, I still cry so much.

Ji Weixi didn't want to cry, but she didn't know why, as long as she faced Li Shaoling, she couldn't help crying.

There is always an involuntary kind of involuntaryness protected by him.

Ji Weixi sucked his nose, carried fruit to the counter, and left the fruit shop.

Suddenly, her cold hands were wrapped in the warm palms of her hands, and she looked up, looking up slowly.

The handsome face of the man was a little gentle under the light of his eyes.

There was softness in his quiet ink eyes.

He said just now that when she cried, he wanted to kill ...

So in his heart, is she so important?

Xiao Niu Bao watched his parents holding hands, and the two ignored him for a while, and were extremely upset.

"Daddy, the baby also needs to hold hands!" The small milk bag stepped forward, hoping to hold Li Shaoling's hand.

But he was too tall, with a small milk bag, short legs, and short hands.

Li Shaoling held him in his arms in an audacious manner, and the small milk bag was happy and laughed.

Li Shaoling was unhappy.

Son is redundant!

Sure enough, the little princess is adorable.

...

Inside the hospital.

The smell of disinfecting water makes people feel bored.

The promenade leading to Mo Bin's ward, the deadly silence, the more so, Ji Weixi's heart became more disturbed.

Her right eyelid jumped, and there was always an ominous hunch.

"despair--"

On the ground of the shoes, a slight echo echoed.

The door of Mo Bin's ward was open, and the shadow of the incandescent lamp was mapped out. Ji Weixi saw a lot of people shaking inside.

Suddenly, she let go of Li Shaoling's hand and walked hurriedly, her heart panicking.

"dad--!"

Mo Nanfeng's painful growl was particularly abrupt.

Ji Weixi stopped abruptly at the door, his body tight and tight, his feet as if heavy with lead.

"Dad! Dad, you wake up! Look at me!"

"Dad! You said you would see me marrying a wife and having children! Why should you leave me, Dad!"

Mo Nanfeng cried out after losing all manners, Ji Weixi breathed deeply under her eyes, forced herself to step into the ward step by step.

In the room, on the bed.

Mo Bin's face had turned gray, his eyes were not completely closed, his pupils were dark, there was no light, and the nail bed was gray.

The ripples on the side of the instrument are flat, symbolizing death.

The doctors around the bed bowed, "Sorry, we did our best."

"Snapped--"

Ji Weixi lost all strength, the plastic bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the orange rolled down.

Everyone was startled and looked over.

Ji Weixi's face was pale and her tears slipped silently. For a moment, she couldn't breathe and couldn't believe it.

She thought that Uncle Mo should not leave so soon, and she bought him his favorite orange.

Ji Weixi took a difficult step and stepped forward step by step.

Suddenly, her legs softened and she knelt directly in front of the hospital bed.

"uncle……"

Ji Weixi opened her mouth tremblingly, tears falling fiercely.

"Uncle ... I bought you an orange. You haven't eaten yet ..."

Ji Weixi said foolishly, and still seemed unwilling to accept this reality.

Mo Nanfeng's face covered with tears. He wiped his tears, and choked with red eyes, "Weixi, my dad wants me to take care of you before leaving ...

"Rest assured, I ... I will fulfill my promise."

Ji Weixi didn't listen to her. What appeared to her right now was that Mo Bin was kind to her when she was a child.

The death thing is really terrible.

Once dead, this person's goodness for you will be magnified infinitely, and it will be unforgettable forever.

The last time Ji Weixi was so sad was when his mother died.

But when her mother died, she cried exhaustedly and her throat was dumb. This time, she didn't make noise or cry.

When Mo Bin's body was delivered to the morgue, Ji Weixi stepped out, and his small **** had red eyes, as if he had just cried.

"Mum, don't be sad. You have a daddy and a baby. No one can bully you in the future."

Ji Weixi was sitting on a chair, his eyes were empty.

Li Shaoling embraced her in her arms, her chin rubbing her hair, "Good, I'm here."

Ji Weixi looked up at him, and he smiled silently: "If you want to cry, just cry out, don't break it."

"I've already cried, I don't want to cry."

The voice fell for a few seconds, Ji Weixi flattened his mouth, tears poured down, and she wiped and choked and said, "I don't want to cry."

Li Shaoling held her in her arms: "Well, you don't want to cry."

Ji Weixi bit his lip and bitterly, holding on to Li Shaoling's shirt, and finally couldn't help it, crying loudly and crying hysterically.

Crying Li Shaoling's heart hurt.

He stroked her back patiently over and over again.

The woman in her arms looked like a fawn that had been injured, and trembled for help.

Li Shaoling's dark eyes crossed a trace of pity.

He had a perverted idea of ​​breaking her leg so that he would belong to him all his life and never be hurt.

But Ji Weixi's legs are long and white ...

He decisively dismissed the idea.

"Wow—" Xiao Niu Bao saw Mommy crying, opened her mouth, and pursed out, "Woohoo--"

One big and one small cry, one louder than the other.

Is this coming to participate in the Ghost Crying Wolf?

Li Shaoling closed his eyes, his temples jumped suddenly, and he squeezed his brows.

He suddenly drank, "Don't cry!"

The small milk bag and Ji Weixi's cry cried at the same time, and looked up at him invariably.

Both eyes were wet.

Li Shaoling looked sharply at Xiao Niu Bao: "You must not cry!"

Then she bowed her head and said to Ji Weixi softly, "Oh, keep crying."

Small milk bag: "... Daddy, you are very partial!"

Ji Weixi didn't want to cry anymore, she wiped her tears, and then saw his shirt wet a lot.

She had a strong nasal voice and said, "Sorry, it stained your shirt."

Li Shaoling was very dissatisfied with her regret: "I'm willing to make you dirty, you don't apologize."

accurate.

"Oh ..." Ji Weixi's eyes were red.

Li Shaoling held her up and stood up: "Go home."

Ji Weixi murmured low, and just walked a few steps to meet Mo Nanfeng.

She had never seen Mo Nanfeng so defeated.

Her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled, her eyes were red and swollen, and her bloodshot eyes were utterly decadent.

She could no longer describe him as a man like a jade.

Shame the word.

However, Mo Nanfeng was also very poor. His father was gone at a young age, and his company went bankrupt.

It was terrible.

"Weixi ..." Mo Nanfeng saw Ji Weixi with tears in his eyes, as if he saw a life-saving benefactor.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak. He slammed into Li Shaoling's appalling eyes. He narrowed his head and said, "My father's funeral ... you must come."

Ji Weixi, don't look over him: "I will."

He paused, "Mo Nanfeng, I hope you will be a personal person in the future."

Mo Nanfeng choked for a second, and Ji Weixi had already left.

What did he want to say when he came over, Li Shaoling slammed his collar, his face was somber.

The voice was cold and concise: "My woman, you can't touch it."