"Qingfeng last night..."

"Enough, Ziya!" jc interrupted Pan Ziya's words, and the male voice was deep: "You have said enough, let's go."

Mo Xiran glanced at jc, "You keep talking."

Pan Ziya smiled and stood up, "Qingfeng was still painting last night, just on the last page, Miss Mo, have a good rest, I'll leave first."

After she said that, she stepped away.

Mo Xiran was about to turn to the last page, but jc grabbed her wrist, "Stop looking, I'll take you home."

"Let me go." Mo Xiran broke free from his hand, bit his lip and turned the last page.

There was still her above, but there was a faint shadow, which was Qingfeng.

Qingfeng stood behind her, and she seemed to see Qingfeng smiling.

I feel distressed, I can't help it.

jc closed the album and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"I'm going to see Qingfeng." She said after a long time.

When I returned to the operating room, Qingfeng's operation was just over.

"Doctor, how about Qing Feng?!"

The doctor took off his mask and sighed: "Although he has been rescued, his kidneys have completely failed. I think he really can't hold on for long."

"No!" Xue Suzhen shouted, and Jiang Jingtao quickly supported her.

"Suzhen, Suzhen, calm down."

"No! Doctor!" Xue Suzhen pounced on the doctor and grabbed the doctor's sleeve tightly, "If there is, if there is kidney source, Qingfeng, can Qingfeng?"

"Now I can't make a complete promise." The doctor said, turning around and leaving.

"No! Qingfeng, my Qingfeng! Ah..."

Not far away, Mo Xiran covered his mouth with one hand, tears rustled down his eyes, and his other hand tightly pinched Qingfeng's picture album.

...

Zhou Family.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhou Yanchen pushed the door and found Mo Xiran sitting on the tatami in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding something in his hand and looking seriously.

I didn't even notice it when I came back.

After he spoke, Mo Xiran turned around and looked over, "Achen, you are back."

Zhou Yanchen closed the door and walked over.

Squatted in front of her and touched her cheek, "What are you looking at?"

As the words fell, the phoenix eyes fell on her lap and spread out on the picture album.

"painting?"

"Well, look." Mo Xiran turned the album in one direction and showed it to Zhou Yanchen.

Zhou Yanchen looked carefully and said, "It was very well drawn."

"Yes, it looks very much like me, right?" she said with a smile, touching herself in the album, "It's really similar. How can I observe carefully to draw so much?"

Her mood was not right. Whose album is this?

The phoenix eyes fell on the album again, and in an instant, a drop of crystal fell.

Zhou Yanchen was shocked and looked up. Tears oozed out of her eyes.

He wiped his fingertips under her, and he said anxiously: "Xixi, what's wrong? Hum? What's wrong?"

Mo Xiran just cried, shed tears, and didn't say a word.

He got up, carried her into his arms, comforted her gently, and patted her back.

"Xixi, stop crying, huh? OK?"

He whispered in a gentle tone.

The more this happens, the more aggrieved Mo Xiran feels, the more he wants to cry.

She felt sorry for him because of the thoughts she had.

I don’t know how long I cried, but finally stopped my tears, Mo Xiran sobbed.

Zhou Yanchen bent over and kissed her eyelids, and his thin lips were stained with saltyness. He deliberately said, "It's salty."

Mo Xiran did not burst into tears to make a smile, but instead shed more tears in her eyes.

"Xixi!" He got angry and grabbed her shoulder, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

The source is this album.

"Who painted this album?"

Mo Xiran closed his eyes and whispered a name, answering all the questions to Zhou Yanchen, while also letting his heart sink to the bottom!

"Qingfeng."

Release his hand and he took a step back.

Intuition, not good.

Mo Xiran opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Don't look at me!" The male voice trembled and growled.

Zhou Yanchen didn't start and was silent for a long time, "What do you mean?"

He is so smart, how could she hide it?

But unexpectedly, he guessed it all at once, and was already angry without saying it clearly.

She knew the importance of this child to him and to herself.

She was not sure what she wanted, but that thought came to mind when she saw Qingfeng's picture album and heard Pan Ziya's words.

"Xixi, have I said it?" Zhou Yanchen paused and narrowed her: "Don't do things that hurt yourself?"

Mo Xiran pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhou Yanchen had cold eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes were gloomy, "Now, I'll add another sentence, don't you think about this child, do you understand?"

"Achen." Mo Xiran shouted, put the album on the tatami and stood up, "Qingfeng, Qingfeng..."

"I don't care what Jiang Qingfeng is like!"

His coldness, his domineeringness, and his toughness, all of them were taken out tonight.

"It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with this child!"

"Why doesn't it matter?" Mo Xiran covered her eyes and smiled bitterly: "Qingfeng is my younger brother, my dear brother."

"So what!" Zhou Yanchen smiled, smiling as he could not reach his eyes, and reached out and pinched her shoulder, "So what? What do you want to do?"

That sentence, no matter what, can't be said.

Originally, it shouldn't be said.

But Zhou Yanchen knew that he had to say that he had to say with all his strength.

"Do you want to abort our children?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xiran widened his eyes in panic, "I, I don't."

There is no persuasive refutation.

Zhou Yanchen smiled again, this time he really laughed.

The cold smile that overflowed from the bottom of my eyes, "I tell you, dreaming! Impossible! You dare!"

"Achen."

"Don't call me!"

In this life, meeting and falling in love with her is extremely precious.

But she is now cutting his flesh with a knife.

"Achen, I'm just, I'm just..."

"You just thought about it." Zhou Yanchen added indifferently.

Mo Xiran nodded and nodded vigorously, "I don't have, I..."

She was incoherent.

Zhou Yanchen's appearance is so terrible.

She regretted it.
To be continued...