Mo Kun's eyes narrowed, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
yes!
Even if the poison is his fault, so what about the dead old man who has been controlled by him all these years
What the Mo family saw was all his "contributions" to Mo Yongheng.
It was Mo Yongheng who took care of the old Patriarch every step of the way.
If the old Patriarch was poisoned, he would not be the most suspected person.
What is he afraid of
Mo Yongheng's whereabouts have become more and more strange recently, and he often avoids his eyeliner and acts alone. No matter whether he is in collusion with Nian Xiaomu or not, someone who cannot be used by him faithfully, there is no need to keep such critical moments.
He happened to be able to use Qi Yan's hand to get rid of a hidden danger!
"I will leave this matter to you to arrange. You must handle it properly. If there is any mistake..." Mo Kun didn't finish his sentence, but the warning in his words was obvious.
Du Li nodded, and exited the study respectfully.
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in the hospital.
Tan Bengbeng didn't know how long he slept, but he felt dizzy and groggy, and his limbs seemed to be heavy with lead.
She was so heavy that she couldn't even lift it up.
When she was in a daze, she seemed to hear someone talking in her ear.
With a soft voice, she was calling her mother.
But before she could answer, the voice disappeared.
farther and farther away from her...
She tried hard to open her eyes to see the child's appearance, but she couldn't open them no matter what...
Tan Bengbeng opened his eyes.
There was a white ceiling in front of me.
It's all white around...
The familiar smell of disinfectant on the tip of her nose made her immediately realize that she was in the hospital.
She anxiously wanted to raise her hand to touch her stomach, but when she moved her hand, she pulled the infusion tube on the back of her hand. The needle pierced a blood vessel, and the pain made her squint her eyes.
A big hand quickly pressed her arm.
"do not move!"
Qi Yan caught a glimpse of the blood on the back of her hand, and his brows tightened instantly.
Seeing that the needle was pulled out, she took a cotton swab and held the needle for her.
He was busy treating the blood on the back of her hand for her, but he didn't notice that Tan Bengbeng, who was lying on the bed, was staring at him blankly.
The next second, he raised another hand that was not held by him, wanting to touch his stomach...
"Baby... still there?"
Qi Yan just threw the blood-stained cotton swab into the trash can, and when he raised his head, he heard her hoarse voice.
Word by word, asked carefully.
Eyes full of hope looking at him.
Qi Yan couldn't answer this question looking into her eyes, so he raised his eyes slightly and looked out the window.
The voice is low.
"Although the trauma on your body is not serious, it will take time for the wound to heal. During this time, don't think about anything, take a good rest..."
"Qi Yan."
Tan Bengbeng spoke suddenly, interrupting his words with two soft words.
Her eyes have moved away.
looked towards the ceiling.
The voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if it came from afar.
"The baby is gone, isn't it?"
As soon as Tan Bengbeng opened his mouth, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
She doesn't need an answer, she can actually feel it, but there is still a little bit of hope left, hoping that there will be a miracle.
She turned slightly and closed her eyes again.
Like a wounded little beast, she didn't want anyone to see her wound, but just hid silently and healed herself.
"..."
Qi Yan's eyes dimmed, and his chest was constricted and he couldn't breathe.
Just as she was about to reach out to hug her, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Mo Yongheng's meticulous figure appeared at the door.