mousepad-d2 Chapter 105: Don't look at me, it's none of my business!
Chapter 105: Don't look at me, it's none of my business!
There was the shock of Luo Ran entering the hospital before, and Xu Yangzheng'er's words later. He Xingci was not sure whether it was true or not, "What do you mean he is dying? Didn't he still be fine yesterday?" Already yelled to stop the car very honestly.
He Xingci didn't want to let messy and uncomfortable thoughts engulf him for the day, so he rubbed his throbbing temples and reluctantly got into the car in the morning.Originally, he was weak and weak, but when he heard Xu Yang's words, his palms were hot. As soon as the driver stopped, he rushed down like an arrow from the string.
After switching on the hands-free, he opened the taxi app:
"Where is he now."
Xu Yang suppressed his joy, and continued to mourn in a false tone: "He has already been sent back to the hospital, and he refuses to be treated anyway. As his few friends, I want you to visit him."
He Xingci's fingertips trembled.
Yes, he is Mo Ran's few friends and boyfriend.
A child who grew up in such a family must have a hard time trusting others.
The guilt in He Xingci's heart grew, and he came to his senses. He found that the hand holding the phone was shaking, and he couldn't care whether Xu Yang was lying to him or whether it was true.
"I'm coming now, don't go, just carry him, and I will carry him to the hospital."
Xu Yang was ecstatic, "Be careful not to be recognized!"
The words "I'm not afraid, I'll make it public if I'm afraid" that came out of his mouth, he got stuck in time, and since Mo Ran didn't want to make it public, he won't make it public, so Xu Yang won't tell.
At this time, he didn't even think about why Xu Yang contacted him.
In a hurry, he got into the car, put on his collar and hat, put on his sunglasses and sat in the back seat.
Driver: ...there are weird people every year, especially this year.
After thinking about it all the way, the uncle driver rushed to the villa area at a high speed under the urging of the weird man He Xingci.
Before leaving, the driver sighed in his heart: Sure enough, the lives of rich people are so simple and unpretentious.
From afar, Xu Yang squatted at the door to He Xingci, seeing him running over was like seeing a savior.
He Xingci's face was sweaty, and he grabbed Xu Yang's arm and asked, "Where is Mo Ran, is he in there, I want to go in."
"Oh..." The strength of the young man must be too strong now, Xu Yang rubbed his arms, "Do you know the password..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he watched He Xingci enter his fingerprints.
The door opened.
Xu Yang:?
Xu Yang:? ?
Xu Yang:? ? ?
Did he skip some plots? According to his understanding, the two of them shouldn't be exhausted. Just talking about it, when did it come to the house?
Arms folded, leaning against the door, watching the play viciously.
What an ink burner, I have already caught up with others, so I don’t talk nonsense.
It would be crazy if the two fans knew about this in the future.
Silently sweating for the storm that followed.
He Xing was dumbfounded after resigning, this is really Mo Ran's home, why does it look like it was robbed just now?Mo Ran likes cleanliness. It can be said that he is a clean freak. The place where he sits cannot be stained with dust. Now, clothes and pants are thrown everywhere. He pinched the side of his underwear, glanced at them silently, and threw them away immediately.
The tall man was too obvious, he didn't need to go into the bedroom to look for him, the so-called "dying" man was lying comfortably on the sofa.
He Xingci: ...
He turned to look at the "rumour-monger".
Xu Yang turned his head, don't ask me, I didn't do it, I don't know anything.
He walked into the bedroom familiarly and opened the cupboard door, took out a thin quilt with blue Doraemon printed on it, and covered Mo Ran with Xu Yang's chin dragging on the floor in shock.
"Sleep well." Squeezing the corners of the quilt tightly, He Xingci saw the man smacking his mouth in satisfaction. Only when he fell asleep, Mo Ran would not be the cold and unfriendly President Mo, but a simple big boy. Reluctant to look away, he bent down to pick up the wine bottle and the crying oranges that rolled on the floor.
Really, the stinky man always calls himself a bastard. Now it seems that the stinky man is a little kid who hasn't grown up.
The way to vent his emotions is to draw a crying face on his favorite orange.
He and Xu Yang didn't wake up after all the noise. It seemed that besides the wine bottles on the ground, the little boy drank a lot.
He leaned over and kissed Xu Yang's side face from a perspective that Xu Yang couldn't see. He got up and bumped into Xu Yang who was tiptoeing to find out. Xu Yang was embarrassed:
"Do you have anything to do today? Otherwise, I'll go first. You watch him wake up. My company has something to do."
Xu Yang pointed to the door with his left hand, intending to leave.
"You go." He Xingci originally planned to leave, but when he heard Xu Yang say this, he seemed to have a reason to stay for granted. He sat by the sofa with his arms folded, and stayed quietly, "In the future, please don't Then lie to me with jokes like he's dying."
"He's dying without you..." Xu Yang muttered in a low decibel that only he could hear.Then it was like a face-changing method, "Okay, it won't happen in the future, you and Mo Ran will stay together, and let me know when he wakes up."
"Row."
Before Xu Yang left, he took a few more glances in front of the fingerprint lock, feeling aggrieved. This is the difference between a brother and a wife. When will he have a fragrant and soft wife?
"Ding Dong" WeChat message.
Xu Yang clicked on the message.
Nan Yan: Accompany me out for a drink, I'm so overwhelmed, hurry up!
It's stupid, anyway, I'm definitely not looking for someone like Nanyan who is fierce and can't play nice.
Xu Yang: Mother Gan Lin, give me the address!
Clumsily in the kitchen, he made a bowl of hangover soup and shredded pork porridge according to the method on the Internet. The inconvenience of hurting his palm caused him to burn his arm several times.
Putting it in the warmer, He Xingci clapped his hands and took off the apron.
Only now did he notice the color of the apron.
…black.
look up.
This makes the designer want to jump on the damn black gray and blue combination.
After coming so many times, He Xingci wanted to complain about Mo Ran's damn dark aesthetic for the first time.The quilt covered Mo Ran's body was bought by him, and it belonged to him and Mo Ran's room. He came and went and brought many such fancy things.
After cooking, he returned to Mo Ran, turned on the TV, turned the volume to the minimum, and watched funny variety shows while cutting oranges with crying faces.I laughed so hard several times that the wound on the palm of my hand hurt along with it, and I didn't cry or cry when I laughed.
After eating the last bite of sweet orange, he sucked his mouth and groped on the table to cut another one.
A persistent "humming" sound from somewhere finally reached his ears.
He searched carefully for a long time, and found his new mobile phone under the carpet.
When he reached the bedroom, he closed the door before answering the phone.
"Hey, Mom, what's the matter?"
Rong Yue's voice on the other end of the phone collapsed to the extreme, and she spoke incoherently, "Xing...Xingci, come back quickly, your father, your father..." Sobbing replaced words.
He Xingci had a bad premonition in his heart, so he comforted his mother first, "Mom, don't worry, talk slowly, what's wrong with my dad?"
Rong Yue covered her mouth to control her emotions in the hospital, and slid down against the wall, "Your father had a car accident, it was very serious, and he is now in the emergency room for rescue."
With a "boom", He Xingci felt like a thunderclap.
The plots that only appear in the TV series Gouxue happened to those who are dearest and dearest. He Xingci held his mobile phone for a long time and couldn't speak, his heart was blocked, and every breath seemed to be cutting his flesh with a knife. Try not to let your voice tremble:
"Which hospital, I'll come over now. Don't worry, don't let grandpa know now, he is old." He unscrewed the bedroom doorknob, glanced at Mo Ran who was still asleep, turned off the TV, and left in a hurry up.
Before the door finally closed, he took another lingering look through the gap.
Then he hurried to take a taxi to the hospital.
Mo Ran's question can only be put aside, he came to the hospital full of cranky thoughts, it doesn't matter whether he wears a mask or sunglasses, and it doesn't matter if it will cause a commotion. After asking the floor, He Xingci strode away enduring the pain in his legs stairs.
As soon as it passed, his steps faltered.
The bright red words "First Aid" imprinted into the eyes, dazzling.
He was light and fluffy, like stepping on cotton.
His dad was really giving first aid.
Sitting in the corridor at the entrance was Rong Yue who had aged a few years, and He Xingci was the first to comfort Rong Yue. The mother and son hugged each other, and Rong Yue's mood gradually improved.
"My car was just behind your dad. I saw blood on his face and feet. I... I'm about to die... I came all the way to the hospital, I really couldn't die..."
Rong Yue repeated these few words over and over again, even He Xingci, as a son, felt uncomfortable hearing them.
He still has a sense of illusion.
"Mom, Mom, don't be afraid, Dad will be fine, don't worry, don't worry." He lightly patted Rong Yue's back, "Medical care is so advanced now."
Rong Yue kept nodding her head, trying to comfort herself anyway.
Now that medical treatment is advanced, there will be no accidents.
After the mother and son comforted each other, He Xingci supported her and sat on the stool in the corridor together. The smell of cold iron rust was mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the hospital. Every minute and every second was unbearable.
"Mom, who hit my dad? Was it an accident?" Their family was not ordinary, and He Xingci had to ask this clearly.
Rong Yue wiped away her tears, crying until she couldn't cry, "I don't know, it was a truck driver who hit your dad. I heard...he died on the spot, and the police are still investigating. We will let us know the results of the investigation."
"Well...Mom, if you are sleepy, take a rest, I will continue to wait until the operation is over..."
The conversation between mother and son was interrupted by the sound of media interviews with flashing lights and footsteps.
The bodies of several security personnel of the hospital and the doctors on duty could not stop the media who saw the "headlines" like tigers, broke through the shield formed with human flesh, and squeezed in all the way.
"He Xingci, may I ask what your attitude towards the black material on the Internet these days, why didn't you respond?"
"Is what they said true? Is there really a financial backer behind you? Today shouldn't be the day to film a variety show. Why are you in the hospital? Is it a real hammer to bring money into the group?"
"Excuse me, is that your father lying in there? Netizens and the media say that your father was in a serious car accident. Is it true?"