Under the comfort of Mo Yiheng all the way to the hospital, Fang Jiamei aimlessly finds Luo Xiaoying''s figure one bed at a time in the emergency room. The feeling of suffocation is coming again.


    Mo Yiheng asked at the nurse station, catching up and holding her wrist, "she''s in the ward."


    Fang Jiamei looked at him and then ran over there


    Pushing open the door of the ward, Fang Jiamei was relieved to see that Luo Xiaoying was still sitting on the bed, "Xiaoying!"


    Luo Xiaoying raised her eyes and looked at her. She turned her lips in disgust. "Why? I''m not dead with a face in mourning. "


    Fang Jiamei looked at her leg was hanging high, wrapped around a circle of gauze, what can''t see clearly, "what''s the matter with you?"


    "Fight, don''t..." Luo Xiaoying said with indifference, trying to say that she didn''t look at herself like this. As a result, she stopped breathing when she saw the man coming in.


    Mo Yiheng went to Fang Jiamei and looked at the woman in front of him and nodded politely.


    "Don''t you mean you won''t fight? Girls are not safe. " Fang Jiamei looked at her and sighed that she had no way to take her, but she was very distressed.


    Luo Xiaoying stares at the man in front of her and shakes Fang Jiamei''s arm. "He, who is he?"


    How did they come together?


    Fang Jiamei then remembered, took a look at Mo Yiheng and pursed her lips.


    Mo Yiheng and she looked at each other, did not speak, waiting for her how to introduce.


    I''m sorry to tell you that Xiaoyan didn''t come here long ago


    Luo Xiaoying is Zicong''s friend. It''s not easy for her to cross this barrier, but since she has decided to live with this man well, she won''t let him aggrieve his identity.


    Luo Xiaoying blinked. Her face turned pale. Looking at Fang Jiamei, she seemed to have tears shaking in her eyes. "You just got married? What about your husband? "


    Fang Jiamei pointed to Mo Yiheng, "Mo Yiheng, I Husband. "


    Listening to the awkward and soft word "husband" coming out of her mouth, Mo Yiheng is obviously in a good mood. He nods to Luo Xiaoying again, only to see that her face is not right.


    Luo Xiaoying holds Fang Jiamei''s wrist and suddenly releases it. It seems that she has been hit. She looks to one side and doesn''t know what to do.


    After a while, he said coldly, "Xiaomei, go and get me some water. I''m thirsty."


    Fang Jiamei nodded, picked up the kettle and said to Mo Yiheng, "wait for me."


    Mo Yiheng took it from her, "I''ll go."


    "Let her go!" "I don''t like drinking water from strangers," she said


    Mo Yiheng frowns slightly. Fang Jiamei has already taken the kettle. She looks at him apologetically and goes out silently


    Mo Yiheng stood there with his hands in his pockets, feeling a little unhappy, but Fang Jiamei''s friends also endured.


    Luo Xiaoying looks at the man in front of her. She can''t help palpitating in her heart. She can think of his current identity, but it''s like being cut by a knife.


    "Do you remember me?" Luo Xiaoying opens her mouth and looks at the man in front of her.


    She has been looking for him for so long, but she didn''t expect that he would be around, or she A friend''s husband?


    Mo Yiheng raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. She was wearing sick clothes, with a pale face and colorful hair. She was not the same type as Fang Jiamei.