Chapter 363

"Oh? Is that right? " Mo Junbo slightly raised a shallow arc, looked at Mu Fang with a straight face, and said in a deep voice, "this is a good thing. How can uncle Mu still have a sad face?"

"Good thing?" Mu square dry astringent smile, "I see him, is in make muddy.". He's blocking up the flow of gas. He's retreating to the next. "

Second best?

Mo Junbo aftertaste the words of Mu Fang, eyes a deep not see the bottom.

"Well, what does uncle Mu want me to do?" Ten seconds later, Mo Junbo looks at Mu Fang and asks in a slow voice.

Mu Fang looked at him helplessly, almost in the same tone of request, and said, "Junbo, Qiao min listens to you most. Please help me to persuade him not to get angry because of blocking Qi, and do what he has to go through."

Mo Junbo nodded and said faintly, "OK, I'll tell him."

Mufang patted him on the shoulder and said gratefully, "Junbo, thank you! I'll thank God if this bastard is half as mature and steady as you are. Or is your father blessed

Mo Junbo pursed his lips, "Uncle Mu's heart is too tight. If you relax a little, you will have better luck."

"Ha ha!" Mufang dry smile.

The hospital

muqiaomin squatted in the corridor, holding his hair in both hands. His hair was no different from the chicken coop, a mess.

The expression on the face is painful, disputable, depressed and desolate.

In the ward, Dongfang Yuqiong has woken up, but she can't remember him completely. She remembered all the people and things, but she didn't remember him.

The doctor checked, she is no longer in danger, the recovery is good. For her case, the doctor's explanation is: selective amnesia.

That is, she chooses to forget and doesn't want to remember him any more. I think he hurt her too much.

Selective amnesia!

Too much damage!

Muqiaomin's brain is constantly echoing these words. Looking at Dongfang Yuqiong who has waken up on the hospital bed, the vigilant and defensive look in his eyes, muqiaomin has a feeling of self seeking death.

When mufang and mojunbo arrived, they saw muqiaomin squatting in the corner, holding his hair in both hands, looking regretful and helpless.

"Qiao min." Mo Junbo called him.

Then Mu Qiao min didn't seem to hear it, and continued to crouch.

Mo Junbo came to him and patted him on the shoulder, which brought back his thoughts.

Looking up, I saw mufang and mojunbo standing beside him. Toward Mo Jun Bo dry smile, "Mo elder brother, how did you come?"

Mo Junbo looked in the direction of the ward, "get up and talk."

Mu Qiao min got up, because squatting time was too long, so that when he got up, because of leg numbness, he trembled slightly.

"What's the matter? What are you like? " Mu Fang looked at him with displeasure and asked in a deep voice.

Mu Qiao min's one face is indifferent to stare at him one eye, "she wakes up."

"Wake up, how can you still look so dead?" Mufang's eyes locked him.

"Ha ha!" Mu Qiao min is very helpless bitter smile, "wake up is wake up, no this I became a stranger in her eyes. Selective amnesia, doctors say

Mu Fang's brow wring up, the eyes flashed a touch of dark, soon, fast to make people can't see clearly, also can't see his inner thoughts.

Mo Junbo patted him on the shoulder and said in a soft voice, "at least waking up is a good thing. isn't it? Take your time with the rest. Don't lose heart. "

Listen to him say so, Mu Qiao min seems to get a great encouragement, flash a touch of quexi in the eyes of the moment, nodded to Mo Jun Bo repeatedly, "yes, brother Mo, you're right. Waking up is the best thing. We'll talk about the rest later! Thanks, mo. Oh, yes

Seems to be suddenly thought of what, Piao one eye Mu square and turn Mou to see to Mo Jun Bo, solemnly ask, "how did you two come together?"

Mu Fang didn't stare at him angrily, "are you OK to ask? When can you be as good as Junbo and not worry about anything? "

Muqiaomin shrugged his shoulders and laughed, and said slowly, "old man, if there is such a day, I will not be your son. I'm uncle Mo's son! You, just accept your fate! You are not as good as Uncle mo. I can't support your son on the wall. Well, do as you please, and I won't greet you. "

Finish saying, self-care toward the ward, a pair of indifferent to them.

Mu Fang saw this, toward his back ruthlessly cut one eye, then to Mo Junbo a face helpless said: "I really take him have no way, or what you say works. If it's convenient for you, help me to persuade him more. This bastard is a dead eye, too

Mo Junbo nodded, "OK. Uncle mu, don't worry. I'll talk more about him. "

"Thank you, Junbo." Mu Fang said with a grateful face, "if you have something to do, go ahead and I'll stay.""Well, I'll go first. Don't think about it any more. " Mo Junbo said with a silent face.

Mu Fang nodded.

Mo Junbo turns and leaves.

In the morning

Yang Lihe was lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling with dull eyes, still thinking about mufang's intention.

"Ah A low roar, some fidgety of grasp own hair, how also don't understand.

The phone rings.

Casually touched the mobile phone, do not look at the caller ID, wilted to pick up, "who ah, aunt in a bad mood. Some people say, "fart!"

Mo Junbo's brow twisted for a while, the deep voice rang out, "how can a girl talk so thick!"

"Ding!"

Yang Lihe felt that one of his nerves was broken.

Then "whoosh", a carp sat up, his face rippled with a smile of excitement and joy, straightened his mind, and said in a slow voice without panic and dryness, "hum, Mr. Mo, haven't you heard of the sentence" get out of the hall, get into the kitchen "

"It's about you?" Mo Junbo's cool, slow and reasonable rhetorical question.

Yang Lihe said with a smile, "of course! Not only out of the hall, into the kitchen. I can also get on the bed, get off the waist, enchant people, hook the soul. Mr. Mo, would you like to have a try? "

Gently comfortable, through the microphone, leisurely into his ears.

Several pictures flashed through Mo Junbo's mind. There are cars and hospital corridors. Each one can make his blood boil.

Silent for a while, seems to be brewing something.

Yang Lihe chuckled with confidence and success, waiting for his answer.

"Come down!"