Chapter 541 Seventeen sister, what should I do?

  Yan Shiqi was very sad to hear from the side, every word and every sentence of the little girl was an unknowing greed for Qiao Mu.

  She seems to rely on Qiao Mu very much, which should be due to his long-term companionship and love.

  Perhaps she is used to Ling Zihuan's lively character. She suddenly became so sad and emotional, which made Yan Shiqi feel distressed.

  She got up and walked behind Ling Zihuan, gently stroking the hair on top of her head, trying to give her some comfort.

  Before speaking, the little girl raised her head following her movements, tears streaming down her fair and tender face, "Sister Seventeen, what should I do? The second uncle ignores me..."

  She raised her head and once again fell a string of pearls from the corners of her eyes on both sides.

  This should be the first time Yan Shiqi saw Ling Zihuan so heartbroken.

  Her eye sockets are also a little moist, and she wipes the tears from her face with her fingertips, "Your second uncle loves you so much and won't ignore you. You can say a few more words and he can hear it."

  Ling Zihuan was dubious, turned his head and lay on the side of the hospital bed, with two small hands hooking Qiao Mu's tail fingers, muttering to himself for a long time.

  Qiao Mu, but there is no sign of regaining consciousness.

  Yan Shiqi was accompanied by Ling Zihuan, listening to her count the past, listening to her reminiscences of all the interesting things between each other, bit by bit of the story, all of her joy and excitement were gathered.

I don’t know how long the little girl said, her voice became mute when she cried, and even the breath of her words was trembling. When she dropped the last sentence, she looked at Qiao Mu, who had no improvement, and the corners of her mouth collapsed. She turned and plunged into Yan Shiqi. In his arms, crying loudly.

  Yan Shiqi held her, tearing his eyes.

   "Sister Seventeen, Second Uncle can't wake up, can't you?!" Ling Zihuan stuffed herself in her arms, sobbing heartbreaking words.

  For Ling Zihuan, she never expected what to do without Qiao Mu.

  From before to now, she has always thought that her second uncle will be the one who will be with her forever.

  But now he was lying there, lifeless, so haggard, so weak, as if he would let go at any time.

  In her heart, she was choking uncomfortable.

  She couldn't help crying when she hugged Yan, while a figure stood for a long time in front of the doors and windows outside the ward.

  In his hand, he also carried the food he had just bought from outside.

  Because, when I went to pick her up at the airport, I learned that she hadn’t eaten and stayed up all day and night.

  Mu Yi's heart is broken because of this scene.

  He still had that expressionless poker face, standing in front of the small window, watching the girl inside crying.

  I don’t want her to cry or feel sad, but no matter how much I don’t think about it, I’m not qualified.

  He pressed the corners of his lips tightly, almost whitish, and his throat was rolling, trying to restrain his distress.

  All his emotions are not because she is crying for others, but only because of her.

  She should be an age full of youth, she should be a naughty smile, and she should never be **** by such sadness.

  He thought, if the Second Young Master Qiao was safe and sound to make her smile again, he would rather the person lying on the bed be himself.

  Finally, Mu Yi still did not go in. He put the lunch box in his hand on the window sill at the door, turned and went downstairs, walked outside the cold wind, took out the cigarette and smoked.

  One piece...

  Two...

  No matter how much, it can't suppress the sorrow and grief in my heart.

  His eyes were stained with red silk, standing under a withered old tree, his eyes were far-reaching and melancholy.

   Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps on the fallen leaves, he closed his eyes to cover all the fluctuations, and turned around and ran into the man's sharp and deep pupils.

  He pretended to nod his head calmly, "Four Young Masters!"

  (End of this chapter)