Half an hour later, Yan Shiqi and the man arrived at Licheng Hospital.

It was really Qiao Mu's phone call that was too alarming, she hurried to the door of the intensive care ward, and just pushed the door open, Ling Zihuan's low voice came into her ears.

"Wood, stop him, don't let him run away, I'm going to kill him with five!"

Yan Shiqi: "?"

She looked back at the man and met his gaze, and almost in the blink of an eye, she noticed that his expression was slightly dark.

Then, Mu Yi's calm voice came, "You magnify your move!"

Yan Shiqi stood at the door and listened confused, unable to resist the anxiety and suspicion in her heart, and when she opened the door, she took a look.

Well......

The situation in the ward, it is not to blame Qiao Mu's heart pain.

At this time, Qiao Mu hung the infusion bottle, lying on the bed looking at the ceiling with a helpless face, and an unlit cigarette in his mouth, as if he was comforting his sorrow.

On the sofa opposite the bed, Ling Zihuan sat cross-legged on it, combing a ball head, holding the mobile phone in both hands and operating it non-stop.

As for Mu Yi, he sat next to her, also holding his mobile phone, and his eyes swept Ling Zihuan's screen from time to time.

On the coffee table in front of them, there were four or five lunch boxes, and they had only eaten a few bites of the meal, probably attracted by the game, and obviously hadn't finished eating yet.

Seeing this scene, Yan Shiqi breathed a sigh of relief.

Without saying a word, the man beside her pulled her into the hospital room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qiao Mu glanced at it, saw the figures of the two of them, blinked lazily, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Ling Zihuan, so angry that he couldn't speak.

He is a patient, and he should recover quickly in the company of the little girl, but ...... This day and night, he felt that he was worse than dead.

My heart was about to explode.

But he can't say more, otherwise he looks like he has a small belly.

It's aggrieved!

As soon as Yan Shiqi saw Qiao Mu's actions, he couldn't cry or laugh.

She stepped forward and took the lead in consoling, "Second Brother Qiao, are you okay?"

Coming all the way, she thought that Qiao Mu's injury was serious again.

But...... It seems that his face is indeed not very good, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are full of haggardness, is this not a good rest?

Qiao Mu moved his thin lips, and the cigarette that he bit the corner of his mouth fell on the bed.

The man stood on the side of the bed, looking down at Qiao Mu's depressed face, "Breath!"

Qiao Mu's eyes were not bright, he stretched his neck and glanced at Ling Zihuan again, closed his eyes and whispered worriedly, "Remove that bodyguard from your family, immediately." ”

His voice was not loud, and Ling Zihuan had been chattering, and he didn't know if Mu Yi had heard this.

Yan Shiqi turned his head to look at Ling Zihuan and the others, stretched his eyebrows and smiled helplessly, "Huanhuan, still playing, your second uncle's heart hurts." ”

Ling Zihuan let out an 'ah' and raised his head in a panic, only then did he exclaim, "Seventeenth sister, when did you come?"

Then, a sound sound of a kill is heard in the game.

Ling Zihuan was dumbfounded.

Her five kills, gone!

Without waiting for her to complain, Mu Yi had already put down his mobile phone, got up and walked in front of Qin Baiyu, a dark red flashed on his poker face, which had always been unfazed, and his tone was very low, with a faint obscurity, "Si Shao, madam." ”

He accompanied the little girl to play a game too much, but he didn't see the four young people coming.

Qin Baiyu raised his eyebrows, he didn't say anything, but there was still a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

What did this do, to make Qiao Er angry like this?!