Chapter 781: Mo Shichen, "Thank you for your kindness?"

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If it wasn't for the fact that he just rescued him, if it wasn't for his serious injuries, he couldn't do anything in the bed now. After hearing this, Shen Yufei would have to step forward and kick the man's feet. Although the situation was barely steady, the death and injury had already been caused.
For Shen Yu, this is an extremely heavy psychological burden.
He endured the discomfort of tearing his body, and mocked indifferently, "Without taking half a life, she can't get Thorne, which is indeed a shame for Mo Zi."
"What a pity, indeed," Mo Shichen grinned lightly on his lips, he whispered, "but I always have a way."
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After the terrorist attack in the hospital was completely cleaned up by the police, it was three hours after it was confirmed that it could operate normally and enter and exit. In these hours, she had neither received the news of Shen Yu nor received According to the news of Mo Shichen, the whole person is anxious and is about to approach the state of insanity.
At that time, Wen Hanyu had already heard the news and rushed over to stay by his side. Although he frowned from time to time, he always kept a quiet posture and invisibly appeased Wen Wei.
As soon as the cordon was opened, Wen Ye rushed in desperately.
She made numerous phone calls to Mo Shichen, but he did not answer, she called Shen Yu, and Shen Yu did not answer.
She went straight to Shen Yu's ward. Although she knew that he might not be there after such a chaotic incident, as soon as the door of the ward was pushed open by her, Shen Yu raised her head at the same time.
Wen Ying was relieved, his head was lying on the door frame, and the whole person was paralyzed.
If Shen Yu is okay, Mo Shichen should be fine. A person like him shouldn't let himself be in trouble, especially for the words of others.
Wen Hanyu followed behind Wen Yu, he looked down at his sister, raised his foot and walked over, "Are you okay?"
Shen Yu's eyes crossed Wen Hanyu, fell on Wen Yu's body, and said slowly, "It wasn't me who was in trouble."
Wen Han's eyebrows were raised slightly.
Wen Yan froze for a moment.
After a few seconds of death in the ward, Wen Hanchen asked, "Mr. Mohsin ... what happened?"
There was no expression on Shen Yu's face. "He was shot. He should still be in the operating room."
Wen Ling's hands and feet became cold, her fingers curled and tightened, and her nails were not in the palm, and she felt extremely sticky, and after a while, she felt that she came over and turned away.
Wen Hanchen glanced at his sister's figure and looked at Shen Yu on the hospital bed. "I'll go with my son first and come over later."
"Ok."
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Wen Zheng asked the nurse before he knew the direction of the operating room.
In just a few days, this was the second time she had faced such a situation. When she passed by, Mo Shichen's bodyguards were waiting outside. When she saw her coming over, she looked down and called, "Miss Wen."
"How is he?"
The bodyguard looked up at her and lowered her head again. "The bullet is close to the heart and is trying to rescue it. I informed Kangding that Kangding has told the second son ... The second son has contacted the best doctor and will meet soon Here, Miss Wen ... don't worry too much. "
Wen Min's head was turning. Today, for a few hours today, her nerves were either tense or in a state of big ups and downs, her footsteps were floating, "Why would he ... hit him?"
"I have weak protection, Miss Wen, I'm sorry."
To this day, it does n’t matter what it means to say that protection is weak. Wen Zheng took a few steps back, landed on a chair, and slowly bent down, burying his face in his palm.
I do n’t know how long after that, put a hand on her shoulder,
Well, nothing will happen, you do n’t have to worry about it.
At this time, no matter how much comfort is weak, how could Wen Hanyun not understand, but the language No matter how pale, always talk better than nothing. "His life is very big. The plane crash has survived, and nothing will happen this time."
Wen Ye held Wen Hanyu's wrist stretched out, leaning his head up.
"brother."
"in."
"I'm scared."
"He won't die, you think about what kind of man is Mo Da, and doing wedding dresses for others, he has become a ghost."
There was a hint of wood in her voice. "If he died, what would I do next."
It's too heavy. This debt is really too heavy and too heavy. She was desperate than he was when the plane crashed. Even then, she could not help but think about it. If it wasn't for her temper with him, let He chased Lancheng, wouldn't he get on the plane that made him crash at all?
In her body, every inch seemed cold.
"No, you have to believe that he won't let this happen."
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When Mo Shichen woke up, it was already half a day, one night, and one day passed. He opened his eyes, and it was still dark outside, but the sunset was getting closer, and the sky was getting dark.
The pain, the pain of tearing his heart and his lungs, pulled every nerve in him, making him breathe out even with his breath.
Alive?
The ward was quiet.
In this pain and silence, Mo Shichen inadvertently remembered who he had said. In this world, he is really a lonely man. If he dies, there may be regrets from the visitor, but the real sadness is very few.
His consciousness was very vague, but at the same time there was a strange clarity, which made him feel that there was a second person in this room.
He tilted his head hard and saw a skull lying on his hand.
She had black hair and looked soft, so he reached over and labored to touch it.
Wen Ao woke up and sat upright.
The four eyes are opposite.
She looked at his frail face, with dark but smiling eyes.
She wanted to speak and her throat was dry and blocked, so she slowly said, "You're awake."
"Are you waiting for me to wake up?"
Wen Yan didn't speak, and as soon as her eyes closed, tears came out, and she didn't wipe it, just lowered her head.
He laughed, his voice was much lower and dumber than before, and there was an illusion of indulgence. "As soon as I wake up, you cry. Do you want to see me so much?"
"Happy."
"Afraid of me dying?"
"Afraid that I really have to stay alive."
He was going to die. This guilt was enough for her life, and she didn't want to marry anymore. Sometimes she feared, and she blame him, and herself.
He slowly reached out and squeezed her other hand by the bed. "No, I can't bear it."
Although there were tears on her face, her voice was still clear, but it was much lower than usual. "Mr. Mochen, thank you."
He raised his lips. Although his face was pale, it didn't affect that bit of indecentness. "Thank you, do you agree?"
Wen Zheng looked at him and pursed his lips. "Well, what good work can you accept? You must be rewarded for grace?"