“Eldest Miss!” Eyebrow-scar Doctor ran out and looked at Feng De warily, saying, “Madam is still lying on top.”
He was such a good old man.
Shi Xiaonian bit her lips hard, forcing herself to be more clear-headed. She tried to stand up with her hands against the door, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.
She was going back to her mother.
The world in front of his eyes spun as Shi Xiaonian struggled to walk forward one step. Suddenly, his vision went black and he fell down.
“Take Miss Xi away immediately!”
Feng De had entangled Eyebrow-scar Doctor and asked the subordinate beside him.
City S was under martial law.
“Look how beautiful our sister is today.”
“Of course. I am much more beautiful than your wife.”
Mo Nuo said proudly. Facing her family’s brothers, she revealed a face that was somewhat like a little sister.
A few men with deep features and a standard Western face were amused. “That’s right, who could compare with the beauty of our Miss Lancaster?”
“Why do you have ink in your belly? “How can I drink it?”
It was created by Gong Ou anew.
But this time, he had personally expended more effort and effort on engagement ceremony than she did.
“The North Bay was personally created by the Mr. Gong, it is an engagement holy land exclusive to us, Miss Mo Nuo. When the engagement is over, it will be sealed up and won’t be visited. ” One of Mo Nuo’s assistants said.
Everyone started to bless and ridicule Mo Nuo again. Their laughter were filled to the brim and continued to spill out of the room.
He was full of joy.
In the hospital, the smell of medicine hung in the air.
Xu Bingxin was lying on the bed and had yet to awaken. As the travel worn Xi Jitao stood beside the bed, she had a stern and old-fashioned face with very thin wrinkles. She was middle-aged but was still as handsome as ever.
No matter how tough a man Xi Jitao was, at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a little tired and confused.
His face was pale and his temples throbbed. When his feet stepped on the ground, it felt like he was stepping on clouds. He didn’t feel at all at ease.
“Mister Xi, Young Master Mu.”
“What do you think!”
Mu Qianchu rushed towards him nervously.
Xi Jitao’s face sank, it was extremely ugly, and his voice was still calm, “Qian Chu, what do you think is the probability of minuscule thought being alive now?”