Jiang song went out and bought some rice for Jiang Wu.

Because she has been standing outside the glass for seven or eight hours, and has not eaten a mouthful or drunk a drop of water.

"If I don't give more advice, it's for the children."

Jiang song bought a bowl of meat bone porridge, opened two packages of Zhenjiang pickles and handed them to her.

Knowing that she had no intention to eat, she bought some light food to fill her stomach when she drank water.

Jiang Fu Leng Zheng took over, a spoon into his mouth.

She can't tell what it tastes like. She just completes the task mechanically. Her stomach is already aching. The most painful thing is her waist and legs.

The numbness of standing for a long time made her feel faint pain.

The voice of Mo Huan's high-heeled shoes rings again in the corridor. She comes all the time and dusts the snow off her shoulders outside the ward.

It seems that it's snowing heavily outside. It hasn't stopped till now.

Seeing Jiang Fu still standing outside the glass, Mo Huan is a little surprised, but more bored.

"Why do you keep it? Do you insult yourself? "

Jiang Wumo didn't say a word and didn't even look at her.

There's no need to explain to Mo Huan what she's doing -

although she knows that the extravagance and delusion in her heart will come to nothing in the end, she will never give up if she doesn't do it now.

Mo Huan wants to say something more. The head nurse who comes after him interrupts her humiliating words.

"Miss Mo, if you want to transfer the patient to another hospital, you still have some discharge procedures to go through. In addition, you need to settle the expenses?"

"OK, I'll be right here --"

she took the lead and dealt with the rest of the trifles.

She buttoned her hair behind her ears to show her beautiful face. Looking at Jiang Fu, she said in a cold voice:

"the medical team who used to treat him in the United States was on the way. I'm going to take him out of this hospital. Don't worry. From now on, he has nothing to do with you or the Jin family. Oh, I think you're right to stay here. This is the last chance to see him. When he wakes up and goes to America with me, I won't let you harass him. "

"I will not."

Jiang Wu is dumb.

Although she didn't cry, she just cried silently, but her voice was still hoarse, as if she had been pulled by a saw.

She can tell the reality clearly, Jin left to go is to go, the person left behind, only a flesh and blood body.

Soul, memory are another person, belong to Mo Huan that person.

She won't linger, and won't entangle. After this night, she will leave and live her own life.

"I hope you do what you say."

Mo Huan's voice is cold. In Jiang Fu's eyes, he sees the despair of heart death.

This reminds her of herself four years ago. When her beloved came to life in another capacity, she had mixed emotions and didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

I'm glad he's alive.

Sad, but he did not know himself, no memory, do not love, do not care.

After all, she still lost him -

at that time, she was also desperate and heartbroken, trapped in her own world for three years.

It was not until she found that Jin Zuo had the symptoms of headache that she had the motivation to fight. In order to win him back, she came out of the pain again.

Unfortunately, she is finally looking forward to this day, and Jiang Fu, is to lose that person forever.

The compassion of others, let Mo Huan at this moment, not so hate this woman.

In her eyes, Jiang Fu's dilemma is actually meaningless behavior. She looks silly and stupid, but as a woman, she can understand the insistent obsession.

That's all.

With a deep sigh, Mo Huan indicates to the bodyguard to get out of the way and opens the door of the intensive care unit.

"In half an hour, I will take him away. Now you can go in. In half an hour, please leave my life with him forever."

Ginger charm is allowed to go in, her empty pupil Mou lit up a silk light.

"Thank you..."

Try to move your legs, find long-term combat power, make them as heavy as lead.

Faltering two steps, she held the wall, withstanding the numbness, a little bit to move into the room.

Put everyone aside, her eyes were only the one lying on the snow-white bed.