"I haven't forgotten, I just went to the bathroom." Huo Wei was depressed, in order to beg his elder brother to bring him, he spent a lot of time talking.
"I'll accompany you, follow me, if you dare to make trouble again, I'll send you back immediately." Huo Xi insisted on pulling her hand into his own and clamping it tightly.
Huo Wei pouted depressedly, it's okay, she can find a chance to slip away in a while.
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After Jian Haixun finished the phone call with Bei Mingyu, she slumped on the ground like a deflated ball. After more than ten minutes, she slowly got up, changed her clothes, took her bag and went out.
Jian Haixun sat in the car and looked outside, the people on both sides of the street hadn't dispersed yet, everyone was still very excited, holding posters of Beimingyu, Rong Qianxia and various slogans and banners in their hands.
Tonight, the city will party all night, for the wedding of their most beloved Mr. President, who is also recognized as the best woman in the country.
Because there were too many people, there were also people on the street, and Jian Haixun's car drove slowly, and she could hear people talking excitedly outside.
The general idea is that Bei Mingyu and Rong Qianxia are really a good match, it is simply the most perfect combination completed by God.
Jian Haixun smiled wryly, yes, Bei Mingyu and Rong Qianxia, regardless of their appearance and family background, are very well matched, they are a natural pair, a pair made by nature.
As for her, she was born in a sea gang, a gangster, a man who is not capable of writing or martial arts, willful and savage, and has a vulgar behavior. She has no one place to be worthy of that noble man.
And the biggest gap between her and him is in identity.
How could the President marry a daughter of a gangster, and this gangster has completely declined.
Jian Haixun's mood became more and more depressed and worse, her chest was so stuffy that she almost collapsed.
When she arrived at the hospital, Jian Haixun went to see her father. She sat on the side of the bed and gently held his father's hand, tears finally fell down.
"Dad, the weather has been getting colder lately. Don't you want to wake up? Why don't you wake up and see your daughter? In two more months, your grandson will be born. Don't you really want to see him? Shall we make an agreement... When the child is born, you must wake up, or I will be angry with you, you know I... I am very angry, I am stingy, if you don't wake up... I will die for a year Ignore you, like last time, if you can't find me again, make you anxious, make you worry." Jian Haixun cried.
The father was still lying on the bed, not responding in the slightest. He was still seriously injured, and it was a miracle that he could recover his life.
"Dad... we agreed... just... you wake up when the baby is born, and I will take you away." Jian Haixun said with a choked voice, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and that would be the day when she would be separated from the baby.
Jian Haixun was so sad, she held her father's hand and lay gently beside him, her tears were like running water that had been turned on, it didn't stop for a moment, and wet the back of his hand.
It wasn't until the servant came to knock on the door that Jian Haixun got up slowly, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and said, "Dad, take a good rest, I will come to see you some other day, well, maybe tomorrow, because I really can't be here Stay there... Dad, wake up quickly, take your daughter and leave here after waking up, okay?"
The father was so powerful in the past, but now he is lying here in a broken state. This feeling is really similar to killing her with a knife.