Evil Young Army: Girl, you've been arrested!

Chapter 128 Maybe It's the Fuse
When talking about "our friends", the pause between the words made Jiu Ge keenly aware of the abnormality. He looked up at Mo Ziyan for a while, but he didn't say anything more, just directed at them smiled.

"Since the four young masters are good friends of my young lady, I will not express my gratitude to you again, otherwise when the young lady wakes up, she will blame me for making the relationship between you strange. .” Speaking, Brother Nine smiled again.

Looking at Mo Ziyan, he always felt that his smile had a bit of meaning aimed at him, but before he had time to think about why, Brother Jiu had already restrained his expression.

"The four young masters also rushed back directly by helicopter. They must be very tired. Why don't you go back to rest? Miss, I will take care of you here, and the four young masters don't have to worry." Ninth brother directly told Mo Ziyan that they would try again The remaining excuses were also sealed.

"Okay, since that's the case..."

"Then let's take a look at her and leave." Xu Shaowei and Mo Ziyan said in unison, Xu Shaowei was about to leave, but when Mo Ziyan opened his mouth, he pulled Xu Shaowei and the others together, and looked at Ling Heather again before they left .

"Then what, yes, let's take another look at her before leaving." Xu Shaowei was about to say goodbye, but because of Mo Ziyan's words, he abruptly stopped him, and looked at Brother Nine in a daze, puzzled Xu Shaowei's face was more or less embarrassed.

It happened that a man in a suit wearing sunglasses came over and whispered a few words in Brother Nine's ear. After hearing this, Brother Nine whispered something, then turned around and looked at Mo Ziyan who was still standing aside and the four of them One, bowed slightly: "Okay, four young masters, please go ahead."

"Ok."

After Mo Ziyan responded, Brother Nine nodded towards them slightly, then turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor with the man in sunglasses who came to look for him.

But Xu Shaowei and the others opened the door of the ward where Ling Xihan was, and walked in.

"I really don't understand. For a person like Miss Ling, how can she still be under mental pressure? Too much psychological pressure? With her status, she can have the wind and the rain."

Standing next to Ling Heather's hospital bed, looking at Ling Heather's slightly pale face, her eyes, which are used to looking at people with a cold expression, were tightly closed at this moment, and Xu Shaowei looked puzzled.

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. People who want wind to get wind and rain to get rain are not necessarily people without thoughts and stories." Yi Chenhao looked at Ling Xihan and said suddenly Such a sentence caused Xu Shaowei to stare sideways at him.

"I didn't realize it recently, Mr. Yi, you are not only Yi Daxian, but also Yi Da's philosopher."

"The person who smiles at you may not necessarily be smiling in his heart, and the person who is crying at you may not necessarily be extremely sad in his heart." Looking at Ling Xihan, she stood quietly all the time. There, Ye Chengming also seemed to be quite emotional suddenly, and said.

Xu Shaowei was stunned for a moment, glanced at Yi Chenhao, then at Ye Chengming, with a face full of incomprehension, half understanding, and finally turned his gaze to Mo Ziyan, without blinking, as if he was waiting Seeing him, Young Master Mo, like Yi Chenhao and the others, expressed his profound philosophical opinions.

However, Mo Ziyan just looked at Ling Xihan who was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes didn't even blink, he didn't know if his thoughts drifted away, but he was fascinated by watching her.

Xu Shaowei followed his gaze, looked at Ling Heather who was lying on the hospital bed, and saw that even though she was in a coma, her brows were still frowning tightly, as if she was in pain because of something, and looked at Mo Zi Yan frowned unconsciously.

I couldn't help but sigh slightly in my heart.

Mo Ziyan, oh Mo Ziyan, you finally know how to care about other women.

But, is this ending good or bad?

In the ear, there are vague voices, elongated voice lines, reduced volume, and distorted voices...

She tried hard to open her eyes, but she could only see a blurry scene. She saw that the door was opened, and the scene that came into view was completely intertwined, a white push bed, and a person in a black coat.

Like a god of death, pushing that bed away...

"don't want……"

She struggled, murmured, but silently, stretched out her hand with all her strength, but in the end, she couldn't touch the person who looked like a god of death, and couldn't stop him from pushing her away...

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and she fell into a dream, full of grief.

"When Miss Ling is sober, she is always so cold when facing us. I thought she was strong, but I didn't expect her to be so fragile."

Sitting in the car sent by the Mo family, Xu Shaowei and Mo Ziyan were sitting in the same car, as if they felt incredible, and kept sighing there.

Before leaving, he turned his head and saw the tear falling down the corner of her eye, which really made everyone who saw it worry.

"Hey, Yan, why did she faint like that all of a sudden? Without any warning?"

"Didn't the housekeeper of her family say that the doctor said that the psychological pressure and mental pressure are too high, so this happens."

Mo Ziyan's eyes fell on an unknown place outside the window, and he answered Xu Shaowei's words casually.

"I have never been able to figure out why the psychological and mental stress is too great for a good person? What's more, isn't the purpose of our trip this time to relax ourselves? I think Miss Ling is having a good time too. ..." At this point, Xu Shaowei suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around and looked at Mo Ziyan with a serious face: "Is it because of what I said?"

"What did you say?"

"That's right, I just said that this trip is the right one, and it's an honor to eat the food cooked by her. Isn't this something very special?"

Xu Shaowei's face was tangled, but Mo Ziyan, who had been silently looking out of the window all the time, had gloomy eyes flashed because of Xu Shaowei's words, and he retracted his gaze, with a somewhat elusive tone in his tone Thoughtful.

"Perhaps, your words are the fuse."

"What? Is it really caused by what I said?" Originally, I was thinking that my own words could not be the fuse that caused this to happen, but I didn't expect that Mo Ziyan would suddenly Opening his mouth made possible what he thought was impossible.

"The words I said didn't strike at all, okay? No, it's not that they didn't strike at all, but not only didn't they strike at all, but I was still praising her, okay?" According to the thoughts of a normal person, Xu Shaowei couldn't help but think about it. Can't figure it out.

"You asked her a question, asking her if her father has ever tasted the dishes she cooks."

"Yes." Xu Shaowei nodded, and then looked dazed: "Could it be because of this?"

Regarding Xu Shaowei's question again, Mo Ziyan was silent again.

(End of this chapter)