Chapter 70: Unable to distinguish between gratitude and love

Xiao Mohan opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above the ward, his mind still a little confused.

Xiao Qingguo felt guilty when he saw that his son was really woken up by his pinch.

He pretended to be surprised, "Mohan, you are awake.

Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Lan Yan had her back to her son.

Upon hearing his words, she excitedly put down the food box in her hand, turned around hurriedly, and asked anxiously.

"Son, how do you feel?"

Xiao Mohan tilted his head and looked at the three people, and his mind gradually became clear.

He Xiyan stood next to Lan Yan, staring at him with sparkling eyes.

"Honey, are you okay?

Does your chest still hurt?

The doctor said you inhaled a lot of thick smoke and your lungs are seriously infected.

Do you feel chest tightness?"

Xiao Mohan stared at He Xiyan.

The surging emotions inside almost overflowed from his eyes.

He thought he would die in the fire.

When he was pressed and unable to move, and had no way to call for help.

He was ready to face death.

But he didn't expect that in such a critical situation, she would rush into the fire alone to save him.

The moment he heard her calling his name, the voice was as pleasant as the sound of nature.

At that moment, he was thinking.

If he could survive, he would fulfill what she wanted.

Even if she chose to leave in the end.

But at this moment.

He changed his mind.

This woman wanted him to fall in love with her.

Why couldn't he be a little more greedy?

Just like her, do his best to seduce her heart.

Let her care about him from the bottom of her heart.

Really take him to heart. And

stay with her in the end?

For the first time, He Xiyan saw different emotions in his eyes.

She also thought that it was probably because she rushed into the fire to save him that he changed.

But she didn't want gratitude.

She smiled and said, "Hubby, don't be too moved.

I'm not so stupid to go in alone.

There are a large group of firefighters behind us.

It's just a pity that the driver and bodyguard were too badly injured. So far, one life has been saved.

But whether they can survive the critical period depends on their willpower."

Xiao Mohan's gaze moved to her hands that were tied like dumplings.

How badly were the injuries to have her hands wrapped like this?

"Does it hurt?"

Maybe it's because he inhaled too much thick smoke.

His voice was unusually hoarse.

He Xiyan didn't want him to blame himself.

She waved her hand nonchalantly, "It's just a minor injury, it will be healed in a few days."

Xiao Mohan sat up with his hands on the bed, his back against the headboard.

Asked his father.

"Have you contacted the driver and bodyguard's family?"

Xiao Qingguo nodded.

"We have contacted them, but their hometown is too far from the capital.

There are no tickets for tonight, so we can only wait for the earliest flight tomorrow.

The doctor said it would be best to send them abroad for treatment.

Chen Lin (bodyguard) has damaged his spinal nerves.

If he still can't get well after going abroad, then he will..."

He didn't finish his words, but Xiao Mohan had already thought of the consequences.

He clenched his big hands on the bed, his chest aching.

Chen Lin was hit by the concrete block because he was trying to save him.

If he didn't jump over,

he would be the one pinned to the concrete floor.

The driver also met with an accident because he was trying to save him.

Xiao Mohan's eyes were red.

"I'll find the best doctor for them."

Gurgle.

He Xiyan's stomach was rudely singing the empty city plan.

Xiao Mohan heard it and looked at her.

He Xiyan said innocently, "Well, I haven't had dinner yet."

Lan Yan quickly picked up the lunch box again.

"Come, eat first.

Mo Han just woke up and interrupted us.

Mo Han must be hungry too!

Here, this is the porridge Yanyan bought for you.

Just make do with it tonight.

I'll ask the kitchen to make something delicious and send it to you tomorrow."

She handed the porridge to Xiao Mo Han with her other hand.

Xiao Mo Han looked at He Xiyan's hand, and then at the food box in his mother's hand.

He said, "Give me the noodles."

If he let his mother feed him, his father would kill him with his eyes.

He estimated that his thigh had been pinched purple by his father.

Lan Yan said, "It's okay, I'll do it.

You're hungry too, eat quickly."

"Ahem..."

Xiao Qingguo coughed lightly.

Lan Yan raised her eyes and looked at him, and he winked.

Lan Yan understood his eyes.

The young couple is cultivating their relationship, get out of here quickly.

Uh.

She looked at her son, then at her daughter-in-law.

That's right.

Her daughter-in-law has reformed.

With such a good opportunity, they would be like a light bulb if they stayed any longer.

Just as her son had stretched out his hand, she handed the food box of noodles to him.

"Okay, you feed her.

Yanyan will feel uncomfortable if I feed her."

When Xiao Mohan took the food box, Lan Yan made way.

"Yanyan, sit by the bed.

Your dad and I will go back first.

I will bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

...

wait for them to leave.

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a moment.

He Xiyan sat by the bed, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I feel really bad for letting a patient like you feed me noodles."

Xiao Mohan lowered his eyes, opened the food box, and looked at the noodles that had already clumped inside, speechless.

"How long have you been since you bought it? It's already clumped together. How are you going to eat it?"

"Not long."

"Probably just over thirty minutes."

He Xiyan said helplessly, "Just make do with it to fill your stomach. There aren't many shops open at night.

It's good to have something to eat.

Although there are skewers, I can't eat them now."

Xiao Mohan broke apart the disposable chopsticks, picked up the clumped noodles, and then picked up a handful and put it in her mouth.

His tone was a little stiff.

"Eat it." It

was his first time serving someone food, and his face looked a little unnatural.

His movements were not gentle.

But He Xiyan was very satisfied that he could do this.

You know, this man used to hate her to the extreme.

She opened her mouth to eat the noodles, but her eyes were fixed on Xiao Mohan.

He Xiyan blinked.

Was it her illusion?

She felt that the man seemed to have changed after waking up.

His aura had changed.

[Oh my, husband, isn't it because I saved him that he is so nice to me to repay the favor? ]

Xiao Mohan paused with the chopsticks in his hand.

Repay a favor?

Is his behavior called repaying a favor?

He married He Xiyan to repay a favor.

If being nice to her is just repaying a favor.

Should he repeat the same mistake to repay a favor?

He Xiyan's inner voice made him confused for a moment.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was attracted to her or wanted to repay her because she saved him again.

Seeing that he was distracted, He Xiyan said unhappily.

"Husband, what are you thinking about? Keep feeding me, I'm so hungry."

Xiao Mohan continued to feed her noodles, deliberately trying to find conversation.

"How did you know I was in the fire?"

He Xiyan said nonsense.

"I just passed by and saw your car outside the hotel, so I guessed."

Xiao Mohan knew that she could predict the future.

But he was surprised that since she knew he would encounter a fire, why didn't she mention it in her heart?

If she knew it, why did she wait until the fire was so serious before showing up?

Was it intentional, or did she not know about it in advance?

Although he had all kinds of guesses in his mind.

But there was no expression on his face, and he returned to his usual coldness.

He continued to feed He Xiyan.

[Wow! It feels good to be fed by my husband.

Ah haha, if I take advantage of the opportunity to cultivate feelings during his hospitalization, he will like me more. ]

...

A bowl of noodles, each with his own thoughts.

Xiao Mohan picked up the porridge and drank it.

At this time, he remembered the client he met yesterday, and asked, "The client who was with me, he...?"

He Xiyan felt a little regretful.

"He died on the spot.

He was not as lucky as you, and he was not protected by bodyguards.

His head was smashed directly."

[Oh, poor bodyguard and driver.

If my hand was not injured, I could help the bodyguard to reconnect the spinal nerves tonight.

Now, as soon as they leave the intensive care unit, my husband will definitely send them abroad for treatment.

If they go abroad, I can't intervene.

How can I let my husband keep them in the country for treatment?

And then convince him to let me perform surgery on the bodyguard? 】