Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Chapter 87 Never See Again

Hospital, oncology, ward.

"Drip-drip-drip."

The machine was cold and mechanical.

Mo Bin on the bed is no longer the Mo Bin in Ji Weixi's impression.

He was as thin as a firewood, and his eye socket had been sunken into it, leaving only a skinny bone. The whole man was so thin that he could not see his original appearance.

Mo Nanfeng came in and said softly, "Dad, who are you looking for!"

Mo Bin opened his eyes hard, rolled his eyes, saw Ji Weixi, his eyes brightened, and he struggled to sit up.

Ji Weixi rushed forward and held him down: "Uncle, don't move."

Mo Bin's excited old tears rang: "Weixi, it really is you!"

"It's me, uncle." Ji Weixi held his bone-only hand and choked a little.

"Hey." Mo Bin looked at her and sighed: "Four years, four years! How has your child evaporated! Do you know that your uncle is worried about you!"

Ji Weixi's tears were like a broken pearl, and she rolled down, her voice trembling: "Uncle ... I was wrong."

She found out that there was another person in this world who was worried about her.

Mo Bin was about to speak, and found a child standing behind Ji Weixi, his eyes lit up: "This is your ... child?"

Ji Weixi nodded and pulled the small milk bag to his eyes.

The small milk bag cried sweetly: "Hi grandpa, my name is Ji Jiayu, I'm four years old this year!"

Mo Bin's excitement repeatedly promised several times. Suddenly, he thought of the child's life and was a little annoyed.

The light he had just lit down again. When Ji Weixi was kicked out of Ji's house that year, he heard a bit of wind, and what happened to an old man.

But he did not expect that she was pregnant and gave birth to the child.

When he noticed the strangeness of Mo Bin, Ji Weixi quickly asked, "Uncle, are you uncomfortable?"

Mo Bin calmed down, he was about to speak, and suddenly his throat burst into a sweet smell

"Ahhhhhhhh—"

He coughed violently, his face was already flushed, and his eyes were slightly raised because of pain.

Suddenly, his eyes widened sharply and a large mouthful of blood was drawn out.

Ji Weixi was so scared that she turned pale. She looked at Mo Nanfeng, who was cyanotic, and shouted, "Don't call a doctor yet!"

Mo Nanfeng ran out of the ward slowly. Ji Weixi looked at the dying Mo Bin, and blood burst out from his mouth from time to time. She covered her mouth and almost cried.

He walked forward boldly with a small milk bag, and chubby patted Mo Bin's back with his hand.

"Baby pats ... it doesn't hurt anymore!"

Mo Bin looked at her immature face, her dark eyes were clear and clear, and he was not afraid.

Mo Bin suddenly figured out that the child was not a sinner after all.

He lifted his hand, and touched the face of the small milk bag, which smiled brightly at him.

When the doctor came, he gave Mo Bin oxygen, and after a series of examinations, he signaled Mo Nanfeng to go out.

Ji Weixi also went out and took the door of the ward.

The doctor formulaically said, "Be prepared for the aftermath these days."

Ji Weixi felt that something was bursting in his head.

She petrified in situ and felt the blood in her body was cold.

Mo Nanfeng held back for a while, wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Weixi ... my dad ..." Mo Nanfeng looked at Ji Weixi with red eyes, "Is he really not saved?"

Ji Weixi turned his head away, wiped his tears, and didn't want to ignore him.

Mo Nanfeng lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "If my dad is dead, I don't know what to do."

Talking, he was a little frustrated holding his head, because the painful facial features came together, and there was a cry in his throat: "Weixi, if my father is dead, then I really only have you. I ... how should I live what!"

Ji Weixi sneered, "Don't you still have a company?"

"No!" Suddenly, Mo Nanfeng raised his head, grabbed Ji Weixi's shoulders with both hands, and he breathed a little quickly: "It's not Weixi like this. Actually ... Mo's collapsed ... Yes, it collapsed long ago. Yes, my dad stayed in the hospital because of this, but did not expect to find lung cancer ... Weixi ... I, I know I lied to you, but I really don't want to tell you, I'm afraid you can't accept me for a while ... "

Mo Nan's incoherent and anxious obsession: "Weixi, was my father good to you before? Me? I'm also good to you, but ... just I might have been fascinated for a while, so ... so I abandoned you, but I still have you in my heart, as long as you are with me, I am willing to die for you! "

Mo Nanfeng's eyes made a calculation, his eyes stared at her affectionately and pitifully: "So ... you should repay my father, in order to repay him for your goodness, so you ... let Li Shaoling help to bring Mo's back to life, OK? OK? I promise, I will marry you when the company is on track, and I will be your son ’s favorite son, okay ?! "

He was coaxed and cheated and full of sly tone, which made Ji Weixi's heart sick.

Her cold eyes looked at the praying face of Mo Nanfeng, and she found that she knew him for the first time.

"Mo Nanfeng, you are really selfish." Ji Weixi Dan sneered with lip sneer: "You asked me to come to the hospital to see your dad, this is not your ultimate goal, right? You want to pretend to be pitiful and win my sympathy, OK Let me help you bring Mo's back to life, but when Mo's really back on track, will you really marry me? "

Mo Nanfeng nodded sternly: "Of course I will marry you! I am all in you."

Ji Weixi chuckled out instantly: "Mo Nanfeng, don't act anymore, you are afraid that you believe it is true, wait for you to take the seat of President Mo's again, will you fancy me? Don't tease me Now, you could drive me away because of Ji Jianing's words. Now you can also use me for your benefit. In the future, you can also kill me for your own selfish desire. "

After a pause, Ji Weixi shook him off and stepped back to keep his distance: "Mo Nanfeng, a man like you is never worthy of happiness! Your father is dying, and you actually use him to meet me to satisfy your selfish desires. You really Make me gag. "

After that, Ji Weixi turned and left.

Mo Nan grabbed her in a panic: "Weixi, it's not like this ..."

Ji Weixi turned sharply, dropped his hand, and drew it fiercely on his face.

"Mo Nanfeng, I came to the hospital today just because of your father's face, otherwise you thought you would count on you and I will give you face? How old are you?"

Easy-going loud clapping sounded, Mo Nanfeng was kicked over his head, and the fists on his side turned white.

Ji Weixi entered the ward, and Mo Bin was in pain. He had passed the painkiller and went to sleep.

Ji Weixi closed his sour eyes, bowed to Mo Bin at ninety degrees, and led a small breast out of the ward.

Mo Nanfeng was still on the spot, Ji Weixi said coldly, "What are you doing? Don't you send me home ?!"

Mo Nanfeng quickly took out the car key and followed her out of the hospital.

He looked at his rented Bentley, his face flushed a little, and he felt a little embarrassed.

At this moment, it was completely dark.

Mo Nanfeng carefully looked at Ji Weixi's cold side face. He rubbed his knees with one hand. For the first time in his life, there was a kind of tension: "Weixi ... I ..."

Ji Weixi frowned and interrupted: "If it's for me to help you or something, I advise you not to dream."

"It's not this thing!" Mo Nanfeng explained with anxiety.

Ji Weixi glanced at him: "Don't say in the future that I want to marry me. You are poor and miserable now, what qualifications are worthy of me?"

The voice dropped, and the car was parked at the gate of the community. Mo Nanfeng looked at her back, swallowed something, and finally said in frustration, "Goodbye ..."

Ji Weixi threw the door and said: "No more!"