Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

After Mo Xiangwan's hands were released, they immediately bounced back like a spring, and deliberately moved aside, as if to draw a clear line with Kurosawa Yao.
She managed to hold back a few breaths to cover up the spring love that was provoked by Kurosawa Yao, but when she turned her head, she saw Kurosawa Yao's brows were all knit together, and she was immediately curious, "Who just called?"

Kurosawa turned his face to the side, teasing Mo Xiangwan's Xiexie expression just now, and put it away completely. The man said solemnly, "It's Uncle Wen calling, saying that Zhou Jing is about to die."

"What?" Mo Xiangwan was startled, looking at Kurosawa Yao, his mind went blank for a long time.

Kurosawa stretched out his hand to pull her over, let Mo Xiangwan lean into his arms, and patted her on the back like coaxing a child. [

Mo Xiangwan came back to his senses, and when he spoke, there was a faint cry, "Didn't you say that you have become physically fit in the past two days, and you don't need to rely on respirators anymore? Can you still sit up, chat and talk with people?"

Yau Kurosawa stroked her soft hair, and explained softly next to her ear, "Before patients with severe illness leave, there is usually a phenomenon of returning light..."

Mo Xiangwan raised his head in disbelief, "Then... These two days... Is it his return?"

Kurosawa nodded.

Mo Xiangwan buried his head in Kurosawa Yao's arms and remained silent for a long time.

"Wan Wan..." When approaching the hospital gate, Kurosawa Yao called softly.

The person in his arms moved slightly, and gave a faint "uh" like a cat, but his little head was still stuck in Yo Kurosawa's arms.

"Are you sad?" Kurosawa Yao stroked Mo Xiangwan's head.

Mo Xiangwan nodded his head lightly twice.

Feeling the wet sweater on his chest for a long time, Kurosawa Yao sighed, "If you're really sad, don't press it down when you go in for a while. He must feel better when he sees you feel sorry for him."

Mo Xiangwan raised his head, his small face was blurred with tears, "I obviously hate him very much, I hate that he doesn't know how to cherish and abandons his wife! But why would I feel sad when he is dying?"

"Fool! Even if you blame him, it can't change the fact that you have his blood flowing in your body. Moreover, the cause he planted has also reaped the bitter fruit of half a lifetime." Kurosawa Yao said, "He made this end, Poor fellow, too! What's wrong with pitying him, and being sad and sorry for him?"

Mo Xiangwan felt that Kurosawa Yao's words made sense, but he was still a little angry in his heart, "Then the debts of more than 20 years have been written off like this?"

"Otherwise?" Kurosawa Yao laughed, "What do you want him to do? Kneel down and beg your forgiveness?"

Mo Xiangwan shook her head quickly, "I just think..." Her small face was wrinkled, "Okay! Listen to you! If you write it off, you can write it off. Anyway, I don't intend to let him show anything."

Kurosawa kissed her eyelashes lightly, "Good boy!"

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Hei Zeyao led Mo Xiangwan out of the car. Lawyer Qin was waiting at the door. When he saw Hei Zeyao and Mo Xiangwan coming, he quickly led them upstairs.

Because Mo Xiangwan was enlightened by Kuozawa Yao before getting off the car, now that he entered the hospital again, he felt that the person lying inside was no longer a man who had nothing to do with him, but his close relatives, so he couldn't help but speak solemnly, With a worried look on her face and the fact that her tears were still wet, she looked completely sad at the moment, "Lawyer Qin, how is he?"

Lawyer Qin shook his head, "The doctor said, I'm afraid I won't make it through tonight!" [