Don't mess with the rich girl

Watching him put the bowl, moxiaohe took the initiative to fill him with a whole bowl. "I offend you. I'll make a gift to you."

Yang Xiao swallowed his saliva and hurriedly ate two mouthfuls of food. This is the rhythm of drinking the third bowl.

Mu Qingqing doesn't care about these two people. As long as they can't fight, they can say anything.

"Don't be so fastidious. They are all friends." Yang Xiao made a ha ha and wanted to fool the bowl of wine. He died by himself tonight. He attracted such a black lord and made himself unable to stand down.

"I'll be friends later." moxiaohe did it himself. Whether Yang Xiao did it or not is his business.

When the bowl with no wine left is lit, moxiao River shows sincerity.

Yang Xiao looked at this posture. So many people can't stand down if they don't drink. He hardened his head, took a bowl and wrapped a mouthful of wine, but he couldn't drink any more.

"Don't force yourself if you can't drink," said moxiaohe with "good intentions".

'Gudong, Gudong', Yang Xiao swallowed hard and said bravely, "who says you can't drink anymore."

[his grandmother's, moxiao river has drunk three bowls. Drinking this high concentration wine is like drinking water.]

Muqingqing saw Yang Xiao's idea and blinked to look at the moxiao river. Is this man really all right? Moxiaohe's face was the same as it was in peacetime, not red at all.

Yang Xiao's face has turned red.

The moxiao river is full of a bowl again, not even a mouthful of food.

Yang Xiao quickly began to eat vegetables. The communication between men is very simple. Whoever gets drunk first will lose.

"I respect my aunt for this bowl. It was so offensive just now. I hope my aunt won't take it to heart." moxiaohe also knew he shouldn't have done it just now, but he was still impulsive.

Seeing the moxiao river carrying the wine bowl, Yang Xiao's heart collapsed. He just made a rude remark, and it was right to make amends to his elders. The moxiao river had brought bowls, and he didn't bring them yet. It was obvious that he didn't realize his mistake.

So he took the wine bowl with trembling hands, smiled and said to Hua Qinghe, "aunt, I'm also wrong. I apologize to you."

"Drink less, it's bad for your health." Hua Qinghe advised.

Mo Xiaohe dried the wine in his bowl without hesitation. Drinking is like drinking mineral water.

Yang Xiao saw that he had done a bowl. Wouldn't it be impolite if he only drank a little? With a faint smile, he lifted his neck and began to drink.

"Poof..." Yang Xiao finally couldn't drink any more. He took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the ground, his stomach burning.

"You can't drink. Don't try to be brave." Mo Xiaohe glanced at him faintly. He dared to call himself big brother with this drinking capacity. It's really a joke.

MuQing understood that moxiao Heya was intentional. He was not convinced that Yang Xiao was older than him, and he was not willing to call others brother, so he tried to dispel Yang Xiao's idea in this way. Good guy, it's so black.

"Yang Xiao, are you all right?" Mu Qingqing didn't care about moxiao river at all, and paid attention to Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao couldn't hold his breath. He hurried to the men's room and vomited darkly.

"Xiaohe, you go and see him." Mu Qingqing is worried that Yang Xiao is alone in the toilet, afraid of something wrong with him.

Moxiaohe looked at her worried look and couldn't help but sulk. She was quite worried about Yang Xiao?

"Xiaohe, I'll go, I'll see him." Zhuo Tianqi volunteered. He didn't want Mo Xiaohe to go. He was afraid that the vinegar jar would overturn and ran to the toilet to faint Yang Xiao.

"I'll go myself." moxiaohe got up and took a faint look at the direction of the toilet. He touched Mu Qingqing's head and went to the direction of the toilet.

Yang Xiao was spitting with a trash can. Moxiaohe took some paper towels from one side and handed them to him.

"How long have you known ah Qing?" moxiaohe didn't know the identity of Yang Xiao, but there was no such person around Mu Qingqing in the previous life.

Yang Xiao vomited for a while, and his stomach was a little comfortable. He smiled happily and replied, "it's been several years. Why do you ask so much about me and her?"

Years?

Moxiaohe doesn't remember him. What went wrong?

"Her business is my business. Brother Yang, you are a Qing's friend. Today this matter ends. You will be a friend in the future." moxiaohe really couldn't call brother Yang, so he euphemistically called brother Yang.

"She's the most rational girl I've ever seen. She's never in a mess. I appreciate her very much." Yang Xiao sincerely praised Mu Qingqing with the strength of the wine.

Moxiaohe stares at the back of Yang Xiao's head. Now he wants to shoot Yang Xiao to death. What should he do?

"Vomit -" Yang Xiao vomited again. The situation was different this time. He saw bright red blood.

"Did you vomit blood?" moxiao River's observation was stronger than ordinary people. He saw Yang Xiao vomit blood for the first time.

Yang Xiao took a paper towel to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, and his stomach hurt flustered.

"Go." moxiaohe helped Yang Xiao's armpit and helped him to the position of the hall.

Zhuo Tianqi also found that the situation was wrong and immediately got up and went to the moxiao river.

"Xiaohe, what's the matter?" Zhuo Tianqi asked him.

"Drive and take him to the hospital." moxiaohe has drunk. Among the brothers in the same trade, only Li Mingyi has not drunk.

"Mingyi, drive." Zhuo Tianqi also drank some. This can only be left to Li Mingyi.

"Yang Xiao, how are you?" Mu Qingqing came forward, and she found the blood on Yang Xiao's mouth. "Stomach bleeding?"

"Don't worry, you can't die. You accompany your aunt home. I won't bother you for such a small matter." Yang Xiao raised his eyelids. It's nice to be concerned. Perhaps it was during this period of time that huaqinghe had been with him for a long time. He began to feel the warmth of having a family and elders.

"Yang Xiao, you hurry to the hospital." Hua Qinghe also gathered around and looked at Yang Xiao with concern.

"OK, aunt, don't worry too much about me." Yang Xiao walked forward awkwardly. If Mo Xiaohe and Zhuo Tianqi hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Muqingqing sent them to the door and turned back to accompany huaqinghe. All the people at the next table left. You Yufan and others saw that moxiaohe had left, and naturally there was no reason to stay here, so they settled their accounts in a hurry and chased them in their direction.

"Mom, shall I pack these dishes and take them back to eat?" Mu Qingqing glanced at the time, which was tossed to nine o'clock. Hua Qinghe was still not used to taking off his mask and couldn't eat anything.

"OK." Hua Qinghe nodded.

So mu Qingqing found a packing box and packed the dishes on the table one by one.

The mother and daughter drove back to the rented place.

After sending Hua Qinghe home, Mu Qingqing was a little worried about Yang Xiao.

"Qingqing, go and have a look. Don't worry about it." Hua Qinghe knew she was worried about Yang Xiao. The young man smiled all day. If something went wrong, she also worried.

"Then you can have an early rest at home." Mu Qingqing took the key and went downstairs.

After calling moxiaohe, Mu Qingqing asked him, "which hospital are you in?"

"The second people's hospital." moxiaohe answered her.

"I'll come right away." Mu Qingqing hung up and hurried to the second people's hospital.

In the hospital corridor, you Yufan sat opposite the moxiao River and whispered, "what's the matter with brother Mo? It's hard to come back. It seems that he's not happy at all."

Li Ming shook his head, "mostly because of muqingqing."

"Is brother mo the kind of person who gets angry for a girl? You are really mean." You Yu Fan hurt him. In his heart, moxiaohe is an indomitable man. Among their brothers, he has been used as an example since childhood. Will you be angry about this little thing?

"That's because you haven't been in love." Li Mingyi looked at the hopeless you Yufan and shook his head.

Moxiaohe looked at Li Mingyi with sharp eyes. He asked, "you seem to know Mingyi very well?"

"Ha, slightly understand, slightly understand." Li Ming pulled at the corners of his mouth. He said deeply: "I am a person who has been rejected many times. Can I not understand?

Moxiaohe asked again, "what should I do if I refuse?"

"No, brother Mo, a person as powerful as you will also be rejected?" Li Ming looked at him in surprise.

"It's better to refuse. It's easier to change an object." Zhuo Tianqi came out of the ward slowly and looked at moxiao River leisurely. This person seemed to lack a string in his feelings.

"No change." Mo Xiaohe looked at Li Mingyi with a straight face and focused eyes, waiting for his answer.

"If I say, as long as you have deep Kung Fu and grind an iron pestle into a needle, you can't give up because you've been rejected once or twice. As long as she doesn't have someone she likes, there's room for redemption." Li Ming lowered his eyes. At present, he teaches Mo Xiaohe well, but his own business is still a mess.

Like people

Moxiaohe thinks of Zhan Yufei, who was married to Mu Qingqing in the previous life. Is it possible that Mu Qingqing is so indifferent to him and has something to do with Zhan?

She can only like herself.

Mo Xiaohe thought proudly, and his expression relaxed a little.

"However, brother Mo, like a person is not a tangle." Li Ming showed a sad expression, and then he comforted: "you are definitely not that kind of person."

It seems that Li Mingyi was hurt a little deeply.

When Mu Qingqing arrived, there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead. She looked for the name Yang Xiao at the front desk of the hospital.

Maybe she's afraid. Recently, she seems to be flustered as long as she touches the word hospital.

Moxiaohe thought about the reason. It should be aunt Qiong's death that caused her psychological shadow.

He raised his feet and walked towards her. He looked at her with spoiled eyes and said, "nothing's wrong. The doctor prescribed medicine for him. He's taking a drip now."

"HMM." Mu Qingqing answered, holding his hand tightly and sweating.