belated marriage

Chapter 129 Car Accident 2
She opened the car with all her strength and climbed out of the car.

Staggering and standing firmly, her feet were on the road, she looked down at the road under her feet, her head was buzzing, and her stomach was churning violently.

Lin Chuqi endured the nausea and squatted down, then leaned half of his body into the car, grabbed Mo Tingyuan's arm with both hands: "Mo Tingyuan..."

Mo Tingyuan seemed to have heard Lin Chuqi's call, and slowly turned his head to look at her, but there was no response.

Lin Chuqi looked at him eagerly: "Mo Tingyuan!"

Mo Tingyuan looked at Lin Chuqi, and suddenly smiled, "Lin Chuqi...why did you save me?"

"Because...I don't want to watch you die." Lin Chuqi looked at him seriously, "Mo Tingyuan, at least...you used to be someone I liked..."

"I liked it..." Mo Tingyuan murmured and repeated these three words, and suddenly smiled contemptuously, "Heh...Lin Chuqi...you are so pathetic, for a so-called love, you would rather risk your life to save me, even You can lose your life, is it worth it?"

Mo Tingyuan's words cut Lin Chuqi's heart like a knife. She was suffocated by the pain, but she stubbornly held her head high and refused to show her timidity.

"Whether it's worth it or not... I have the final say, it has nothing to do with you."

Mo Tingyuan was stunned for a moment, seeing Lin Chuqi's proud look, his throat rolled, and his eyes locked on her pale but stubborn little face.

The man suddenly laughed, and his heart was moved, but the expression on his face was full of strong mockery: "Lin Chuqi, do you know? You are really stupid!"

Although his tone was full of mockery, Mo Tingyuan still stretched out his hand and took Lin Chuqi's hand back. The two of them worked hard together and finally got out of the car.

After Mo Tingyuan got out of the car, he fell to the ground. He was panting heavily, and the wound on his forehead kept bleeding, staining his clothes red.

After a while, he felt weak, dizzy, and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Chuqi didn't care about other things, rushed over to help Mo Tingyuan, worried: "Mo Tingyuan, Mo Tingyuan, don't scare me, hold on, I'll send you to the hospital right away, don't sleep, okay? ?”

Mo Tingyuan closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually lost. He felt Lin Chuqi's touch, but he couldn't concentrate. He twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to say something to Lin Chuqi, but he didn't say it in the end.

Seeing that Mo Tingyuan had passed out, Lin Chuqi was at a loss, and hurriedly took out his phone and dialed 120.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chuqi helped Mo Tingyuan and walked along the street, hoping to meet a vehicle, or to have a vehicle to help her take Mo Tingyuan to the hospital.

Unfortunately, Lin Chuqi walked for a long time without waiting for a car or pedestrian to pass by.

She supported Mo Tingyuan, and walked forward with difficulty, step by step, each step was extremely difficult, and almost exhausted all her strength.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chuqi only felt that her whole body was icy cold, her arms supporting Mo Tingyuan were numb, but she still persisted.

At this moment, Lin Chuqi vaguely saw one.

The car was coming this way, and she hurriedly waved to stop the car.

At this moment, Lin Chuqi vaguely saw a car coming towards her, so she hurriedly waved to stop the car.

The car stopped in front of her very quickly, and Lin Chuqi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the people in the car get off, but just as she relaxed, she found that the driver's figure became more and more blurred, and immediately after that, she completely lost consciousness.

Mo Ting was lying far away on the hospital bed, with a needle inserted into the back of his hand, his brows were slightly frowned, dense beads of sweat permeated his forehead, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.

Zheng Chuyue pushed open the door of the ward and walked in, just happened to bump into the nurse who came in to pull out the needle, seeing Zheng Chuyue, the nurse immediately greeted politely: "Hi, Miss Zheng."

Zheng Chuyue nodded and asked, "How is Ting Yuan? Did he wake up?"

"Mr. Mo is not in any danger for the time being, but he has lost too much blood, and he is currently recuperating on transfusion." The nurse said.

Zheng Chuyue breathed a sigh of relief.

After pulling out the needle for Mo Tingyuan, the nurse told Zheng Chuyue: "Then please take care of Mr. Mo, if you need anything, you can contact me."

"Well, thank you." Zheng Chuyue said.

After the nurse left, Zheng Chuyue took a towel, wrung it dry, walked to the bed, and wiped off the sweat from Mo Tingyuan's forehead.

While wiping the sweat, Zheng Chuyue's eyes flashed a hint of distress, and a trace of complaint, she muttered in a low voice: "Why don't you know how to cherish it? Obviously, I am more suitable to be your wife than Lin Chuqi."

Zheng Chuyue restrained her thoughts, and continued to wipe Mo Tingyuan's body, her face was unpredictable.

"Although you don't like me, I absolutely don't allow you to be with other women!" Zheng Chuyue said quietly, her voice full of viciousness.

The door of the ward was opened, and Zheng Chuyue's expression returned to normal.

Zheng Chuyue raised her eyes, and when she saw the person coming, she was slightly taken aback, then raised the corners of her lips, showing a faint smile: "Uncle, you are here."

"How is Ting Yuan?" The person who came was Mo Tingyuan's little uncle, Mo Rufeng.

Zheng Chuyue shook her head: "He hasn't woken up yet."

Mo Rufeng frowned, walked closer to look at Mo Tingyuan's face, lifted the quilt to check again, and felt relieved after making sure that Mo Tingyuan had not suffered any other fatal injuries. He looked at Zheng Chuyue, and exhorted: "Ting Yuan The news of the injury today will be kept secret for the time being, I am afraid that the media will make news if they find out, so don’t tell others.”

Zheng Chuyue nodded obediently: "Well, I see."

Mo Rufeng nodded, and said to Zheng Chuyue, "Thank you for your hard work."

After finishing speaking, he sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, ignoring Zheng Chuyue.

Zheng Chuyue pursed her lips, closed her mouth with insight, and sat quietly by the stool next to Mo Tingyuan's bed and waited.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Tingyuan opened his eyes slowly, and what he saw was a clean white wall, with a faint smell of potion coming from the tip of his nose.

Mo Tingyuan rubbed his temples, his head was still swollen and aching. He was struggling to get up, but he heard a weak voice coming from his ear: "Tingyuan, you're awake."

The man turned his head and saw Mo Rufeng sitting on the sofa beside him. Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Uncle?"

Mo Rufeng stood up, walked to Mo Tingyuan, patted his shoulder, and said, "You're awake, how do you feel?"

Just at this time, the door of the ward was opened, and Zheng Chuyue came in with a soup bowl in his hand.

Seeing Zheng Chuyue coming in, Mo Tingyuan's eyelids twitched.

Zheng Chuyue, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice, she went straight to Mo Tingyuan's bedside, and handed the soup bowl in her hand to Mo Tingyuan: "Tingyuan, are you awake? Have some soup, I made this specially for you." Your chicken soup."

Mo Ting glanced at the chicken soup in Zheng Chuyue's hand and frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)