Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

Chapter 92 I'll be alone.

When it was time to say goodbye to life and death, Huo Qi couldn't say a word.

too fast.

It's too late for anything.

From a distance of several meters, he saw his mother in his father's warm arms. What were they talking about?
Can't hear.

He seems to be sealed in a drum, and all the sounds in the world are dull.

Until the instrument emits a long beep.

He broke out.

Huo Qi's heart was delayed.

A tear fell from the corner of Huo Shengze's eye, he looked at his son who dared not approach the door with vain eyes, and curled the corner of his lower lip with all his strength.

Finally, while the pupils were out of focus, the tired eyelids slowly closed.

His life——is over.

"Dad—" Huo Qi held back for a long time, a rusty smell rose from his throat, and the sound of his mother crying could be heard next to his ears.

"Shengze, take me with you... Take me away, I can't survive, you know, I can't survive." The woman knelt on the ground, shaking his unresponsive body with her hands.

"why stop talking?"

"Don't you love me the most?"

"Huo Shengze, open your eyes! I tell you to open your eyes!!!"

"Shengze is not dead, it's because the instrument is broken, don't worry, Shengze, don't worry, let's change to another instrument." The woman looked in a trance, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Changming's instrument.

Just when Zhou Qianru was about to push down the instrument, the nearby doctors and nurses stopped her in time.

"Mrs. Huo, my condolences." Three or five doctors and nurses stopped Zhou Qianru from going crazy. She was such an elegant socialite, with disheveled hair in the emergency room.

"Let go of me! You let me go! My husband is not dead, there is a problem with your equipment, it is your problem! Let me go!"

"Mrs. Huo, calm down, please forgive me!"

"I'm very sorry, we couldn't extend Mr. Huo's life, very sorry."

"Shut up." Zhou Qianru struggled: "Shut up! Why should I mourn! I don't mourn! Never!!"

Crazy people, even women, can't hold back three or five grown men and women.

In order to protect the instrument, they could only be rude to Mrs. Huo.

"Let go of my mother." Huo Qi's cold voice approached slowly, pushed away the doctors and nurses who were controlling Zhou Qianru, and then hugged her tightly: "Mom, let's take Dad home."

So tired, let's go home.

At this time, only Huo Qi could restore Zhou Qianru's sanity. The woman's eyes were like two springs, water dripped out all the time.

A steady stream.

As long as she thought of Huo Shengze slowly waiting for his life to die in such a cold room, she felt uncomfortable.

"Your dad wanted to stay at home, but he always said that the hospital is cold."

"You said, why did he leave?"

Zhou Qianru passed out crying in her son's arms. If she could, she didn't want to wake up and face all this.

Huo Qi's blood-red eyes stared at the man with wrinkled skin on the operating table, who looked like a little old man.

His closed eyes cut off the two worlds.

Even though he was as thin as a bone, he could still see a tough face.

Huo Qi carried his mother to one side of the seat and leaned on it, waved his hand, and signaled the medical staff to go out.

"That, Huo Shao, we in the emergency room—" need to use it.

The medical staff really couldn't say what happened next. At such a juncture, they finally chose to shut up.

"I'll just say goodbye, soon." The man's voice was hoarse.

When the door of the emergency room closed, he bent his knees and hit the ground.

The man lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes were stained with tears, his masseter muscles were bulging, he didn't say a word for a while, and suddenly slapped himself.

'Snapped! With a crisp sound, Huo Qi could feel the tinnitus in his right ear for several minutes, and no matter how hot the side face was, it was not as painful as his heart.

"My son is unfilial."

He couldn't say anything else, he just knelt in front of his father and slapped himself three loudly.

"sorry."

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The news of Huo Shengze's death reached the top management of the Huo Group within a few minutes.

Those who were already ready to move could no longer hold back their hands.

When Huo Qi just came out of the emergency room with his unconscious mother in his arms, he saw a group of black-clothed men walking towards him.

The leader was Wu Yue, the son of his father's mentor, whom he had met when he was a child.

Wu Yue was nearly 50 years old, his face was as thin as a monkey, his eyebrows were bare, and he was dressed in a light brown custom-made suit. He walked slowly from the crowd of men in black.

"Oh, nephew Huo, how can you be more haggard than an old man like me at such a young age?" The uncontrollable smile in the corner of his eyes stimulated Huo Qi's nerves.

Huo Qi's black eyes were full of undercurrents, his face was frighteningly dark, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he didn't intend to speak.

"Why don't you talk?" Wu Yue gradually flattened the corners of his mouth, lowered the end of his eyes to suppress his smile, and said in a low voice, in a reprimanding tone: "What did the elders ask you? Aren't you going to answer?"

Huo Qi didn't intend to waste time with them here, this is a hospital, so what if Wu Yue brought a dozen men in black?Is it possible to fight?

It's impossible to imagine it with a strand of hair.

Huo Qi had a gloomy face, looking very difficult to provoke.

He took a step, approached gradually, and smashed through the fleshy wall made of men in black.

The vertical lines between Wu Yue's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and he smiled angrily: "Nephew Huo doesn't want to know what I'm here for?"

"I'm here to congratulate you. After my father dies, my son will be able to take the top position. What a happy event~ Hahahahaha!!!"

Since Wu Yue brought people to the hospital corridor, the corridor that was originally crowded with people suddenly disappeared.

Some people shrank into the ward, some hid in the stairwell, and some hurried downstairs.

Both knew something was going to happen.

Only Huo Qi walked through the corridor calmly holding his mother.

However, if Wu Yue didn't speak any more, Huo Qi might hold back a little bit, but he seems to talk too much.

Huo Qi placed the unconscious mother on a chair resting in the corridor.

Seeing that he finally reacted, Wu Yue let out a cold snort from the corner of his mouth, approached slowly, and chuckled: "Oh, nephew Huo, you are really lucky, you can sit in the first place without doing anything, unlike ----Well!"

Huo Qi turned around quickly, pinched Wu Yue's neck with his big palm and lifted it, his tone was like a weeping blade: "Your nonsense-a bit too much."

The blood of the people in black behind him boiled with enthusiasm. From Huo Qi's figure, they could see that he was a trainer, so they didn't dare to do it without authorization.

They didn't rush forward until they were forced to do so.

With the mentality of a large number of people, they punched.

However, things didn't go as they expected.

The walls of the hospital corridor were very hard, and the man in black tried it with his head.

When Huo Qi was full of anger and had nowhere to release, this group of men in black were sent up with human sandbags, and they were discarded in every corner of the corridor, like a piece of rotten meat.

Some have dislocated their hands, some have limped their feet, and some have concussions and fainted.

Seeing that Huo Qi was so good at fighting, Wu Yue suddenly let go of his arrogance just now, and his feet trembled.

"Like to laugh? It's a pity, I won't have front teeth in the future, so it won't look good when I smile." Huo Qi's face was gloomy, and his iron fist suddenly swung down.

"what!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)