Bad President: Daddy, You Lost Favor

"Brush", how also can't sleep of Qi Mo morning a hand opened the curtain. Facing the lights outside the landing window, a cigarette curls out of the fingers. He can't sleep. I can't sleep. Toss and turn, in front of the lantern like float all is Su Xiaohe is covered with blood picture. If it wasn't for Su Xiaohe, he would be lying in the hospital now. But Qi mochuan didn't allow him to care about Su Xiaohe. No, he's still worried about Su Xiaohe. Even if her operation is over, the doctor has announced that she should be OK, but as long as Su Xiaohe doesn't wake up, he is not at ease. Irritable hard smoke, smoke filled the eyes of the night, especially hazy. Qi Mochen turns to take the mobile phone and quickly dials it to Chu Zixun. He quietly asked Chu Zixun about his sister-in-law. It's not against the law. Just care. However, he dialed Chu Zixun in the evening, and the line was busy. Dial again, or the line is busy. Listening to the prompt sound of busy line on the other side of the mobile phone, I feel that something is not good. I feel that something may have happened in the hospital. When this idea flashed by, Qi Mochen didn't hesitate at all. He just put out the cigarette, turned around and took his coat and put it on him. It took only three minutes to leave the apartment. Instead of lying in bed worrying about Su Xiaohe, it's better to go directly to the hospital to see the situation. He should be careful to avoid Qi mochuan. Call Chu Zixun, the line is busy. He can always get information by looking for it directly. Black Bentley drove slowly to the hospital. For the first time, he cared so much about a woman. Just because she saved him. Nothing else. Well, that's why. Halfway through the car, the mobile phone rang. Seeing that it was Chu Zixun's number, he connected directly, "Er, talking to a beautiful woman at night? It's better to turn a beautiful woman to bed than to talk on the phone“ Qi Mochen, what are you joking about? I was busy just now. What can I do for you? " Chu Zixun low roared to come over, but even if is roar, the voice also permeates the flavor of exhaustion, seem to be tired out of appearance“ You're too tired to talk when you're on the phone. Isn't that girl more difficult to deal with and make you lose your mind? "“ Well, I'll tell you straight away. Jiamei's gone. Just now she's been adjusting Jiamei's monitoring, and then she informs brother Mo and my brother. "“ what? I beg your pardon? Where's Jamie? " As soon as the steering wheel in Qi Mochen's hand turned, the speed immediately raised“ I don't know. She left a note saying that she remembered everything. She wanted to be alone and come back when she wanted to. "“ I'm going to the hospital Qi Mochen's face became solemn. At this moment, he went to the hospital, concerned about not only Su Xiaohe, but also Jiamei. Black Bentley flies like a beautiful hard brake, and stops steadily in front of the inpatient department building of the hospital. Qi Mochen directly hands the car key to the security guard, "stop for me anywhere."“ I... I... "The security guard took a look at his car. It was Bentley. He didn't dare to drive it. Qi Mo morning head also don't return of way: "casually open, bump don't need you to compensate."“ Yes When the security guard heard him say this, he relaxed. He just stopped the car. Anyway, he didn't have to pay for the collision. If he could drive Bentley, even for one second, he thought his life would be worth it. As the elevator goes up, Qi Mochen holds a cigarette in his hand, but he just holds it. Although he is very agitated at the moment, his mind is still clear. He knows that smoking is not allowed in hospitals. The elevator stopped, and Qi Mochen stepped out of the elevator. Right opposite is the nurse station. The little nurse who just went to change the infusion bottle for the patient yawned. When she saw Qi Mochen, she was stunned. Then she opened her eyes and said, "are you Qi Mochen?" The light yellow leisure suit, set off Qi Mochen's extra slender and straight, this color put him on