Chapter 541: Seventeenth Sister, What Should I Do?

Yan Shiqi listened to it very sadly, every word and sentence of the little girl was an unaware greed for Qiao Mu.

She seems to be very dependent on Qiao Mu, which should come from his long-term companionship and love.

Maybe she was used to Ling Zihuan's lively personality, she suddenly became so sad and emotional, which made Yan Shiqi feel distressed.

She got up and walked behind Ling Zihuan and gently stroked the hair on the top of her head, wanting to give her some comfort.

Before she could speak, the little girl followed her movements and raised her head, tears streaming down her fair and immature face, "Seventeenth sister, what should I do? Second Uncle ignored me......"

The movement of her head tilted her head, and a string of pearl light fell again from the corners of her eyes on both sides.

This should be the first time Yan Shiqi has seen Ling Zihuan so heartbroken.

Her eyes were also a little moist, and she wiped the tears from her face with her fingertips, "Your second uncle loves you so much, he won't ignore you." Say a few more words, and he will hear you. ”

Ling Zihuan was half incredulous, turned his head and lay on the side of the bed, his two little hands hooked Qiao Mu's tail finger, and muttered to himself for a long, long time.

Qiao Mu showed no signs of waking up.

Yan Shiqi accompanied Ling Zihuan behind her, listening to her count the past, listening to her reminiscing about all the interesting things between each other, and in the little bit of the story, all she was happy and happy.

I don't know how long the little girl said, she cried so much that her voice was hoarse, and even her breath was trilling, and when she dropped the last sentence, she looked at Qiao Mu, who had no improvement, the corners of her mouth collapsed, and she turned around and threw herself into Yan Shiqi's arms, crying loudly.

Yan Shiqi hugged her, tears wet his eyes.

"Seventeenth sister, the second uncle can't wake up, is he?!" Ling Zihuan smothered herself in her arms and whimpered with heartbreaking words.

For Ling Zihuan, she never imagined what she would do without Qiao Mu.

From the past to the present, she always thought that the second uncle would be the one who would always accompany her.

But now there he lay there, lifeless, so haggard, so weak, as if he would leave at any moment.

Her heart was suffocated.

She hugged the inkstone and cried uncontrollably, and in front of the door and window outside the ward, a figure stood for a long time.

In his hands, he was still carrying the food he had just bought from outside.

Because, when I went to pick her up at the airport, I learned that she hadn't eaten and hadn't slept for a day and a night.

Mu Yi's heart was shattered because of this scene.

He still had the same expressionless poker face, standing in front of the small window, looking at the girl inside with tears in his eyes.

I don't want her to cry, I don't want her to be sad, but no matter how much I don't want to, I'm not qualified.

He pursed the corners of his lips tightly, almost white, and his Adam's apple rolled, trying to restrain his distress.

All his emotions were not because she was crying for someone else, just because of her.

She should be the age of youth, she should be mischievous with a smile like a flower, and she should not be bound by such sadness.

He thought that if Qiao Ershao woke up and could make her smile again, he would rather be the one lying on the bed himself.

In the end, Mu Yi still didn't go in, he put the lunch box in his hand on the windowsill at the door, turned around and went downstairs, walked to the cold and windy outside, took out a cigarette and smoked it heavily.

A ......

Two ......

No matter how much it is, it can't suppress the sourness in my heart.

His eyes were dyed red, and he stood under an old tree with withered branches, his gaze deep and melancholy.

Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps stepping on the fallen leaves, he closed his eyes to cover all fluctuations, and turned around to bump into the man's sharp and deep pupils.

He pretended to bow his head calmly, "Four Shao!"