Deep Honey Love: The Emperor's Private Sweet Wife

Her father smiled brightly.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his daughter's hair. "Dad is fine. Dad can still work!"

He pointed to the electric welding tools in the yard and said with an open-minded smile, "Dad is strong. Are you hungry? Eat quickly and do your homework later. "

Mo QingHan felt unbearable pain in her heart, and her tears were like heavy ice, which made her unable to lift her head.

Ye Chen finally understood why she climbed up the 25th floor and begged him

At this time, Mo QingHan said, "go to the hospital first. Don't worry about eating."

Once her father stops dialysis, he can only live for 20 days at most!

Money! Dad needs money! She wants to make money to see her father!

She wants a lot of money!

But... Where can I get so much money? I can still earn money for dialysis. What should I do?

Ye Chen accompanied them to the hospital. Mo QingHan went to pay the money. His father entered the operating room.

"Won't you go home?" Mo QingHan looked up and stared at him, "thank you so much today."

Ye Chen has been thinking about things. He didn't notice what she was saying. He scratched his cell phone and turned to the name of an advertiser.

The company has put him on the blacklist... Because he broke the contract for no reason before, so that the other party has been unable to find a suitable person to shoot advertisements.

Ye Chen sent the advertiser's business card to the assistant and asked him to contact the advertiser. He said that he was willing to shoot advertisements for them. He could pay no compensation and liquidated damages. His condition was to bring a new person.

Mo QingHan saw that he was absent-minded and didn't listen to what she was saying. He walked to the next chair and sat down a little uncomfortable.

"Rainy season of flowers" has a large number of readers. Students of their age especially like to read this magazine. Almost everyone has one.

She very much hopes that there is a little girl who has the same experience as her in this world. If she can read this article, she may get out of the shackles of her heart like her.

Face life well.

After writing this article, she stuffed the manuscript paper into the envelope and began to write prose again.

Ye Chen supported her chin and aimed at her stationery all day. She has a habit of writing. She likes to bite her lower lip. The cherry red lip makes her bite blue, but she doesn't feel it and still focuses on writing.

Her small face is very beautiful, her skin is white and transparent. But her thin cheeks made her look weak.

She has a pair of smart eyes, as bright as black grapes, and her delicate little nose is often wrinkled by thinking about the plot. At this time, she bites her lips harder.

Ye Chen moved her sight from her cheek to her manuscript paper. He swept to the beginning of her, "in the deep night, twist the desk lamp to the weakest."

"Close your eyes and daydream. A thousand strands of melancholy. "

“……”

"Loneliness is everywhere. Living alone is like this. There is unlimited freedom, but the silence is heinous. The heart is cold. "

"When my hand touched the black coarse pottery cup, the tray trembled and seemed to be telling. about to speak , but saying nothing. I used to make coffee with it, and the smell remained... "

“……”

What is this? Ye Chen was so hurt that she was shocked. Now the little girl is really amazing... This beautiful sadness is strange and frightening.

When she was about to finish school, ye Chen asked her, "are you writing these to contribute?"

Mo QingHan hurriedly put the manuscript paper into his desk as if he had been caught in a pigtail. She proudly provoked Xiumei to look at this "ignorant deskmate".

Ye Chen looked at her like that and really felt very cute. He smiled and praised her: "well written."

Mo QingHan blushed when he said it.

He also saw the situation of her house yesterday. She really didn't want to go to a place like a bar, but the royalties could only be obtained every other month

Her father didn't know what to do after three days of dialysis

Now she can especially understand the sentence: "a penny can't kill a hero." Although she is not a hero, the difficulty of having no money is as painful as cutting with a knife.

Ye Chen stared at her and said, "I can mail it for you. I happened to pass by the post office when I came home. I mailed it to you by the way. "

Mo QingHan didn't object and solemnly thanked him. Her computers have been sold. Now she really doesn't even have the money to buy stamps. Now someone is willing to help her. She really thinks her deskmate is... Handsome.