Rebirth: National Crown Prince

Chapter 687: Old Hatred

Chapter 687 Old Hate

The man in black immediately pulled away Xie Ying, whose expression was sad and crazy.

Xie Ying’s situation was not quite right, she was crazy, as if she was caught in some painful memory.

When Moszong heard this, he couldn’t sit still, so he rushed to the hospital immediately.

Xie Ying was **** again. She sat on the chair with her head down, motionless, like a wooden man.

“How is it? Doctor.” Moszong asked anxiously.

After a careful examination, the doctor said, “Don’t worry, because it was discovered early, Master Hong is not in any serious trouble.”

The heart that Moszong had been carrying along the way finally gave up half, he said: “It’s fine.”

After the doctor left, the atmosphere in the ward was eerily silent.

The housekeeper also followed.

Mo Sizong looked at Xie Ying on the chair, and there was a glint in his eyes, “Xie Ying, I think you really don’t want to live anymore, butler, she’ll leave it to you, handle it cleanly.”

The butler responded with a yes.

Xie Ying was held up by two men in fire clothes, she looked at the man on the hospital bed, and suddenly screamed: “Don’t touch me, Mo Sihong, I hate you, I hate you, why have you been refusing to let go? Pass me, you go to die, you go to die!”

Mo Si Zongqi’s face was ashen: “Don’t hurry up and pull her back for me.”

“Cough-cough-!”

As soon as the coughing sound came out, everyone in the ward was stunned for a while.

I saw the eyelashes of the man on the hospital bed move, and then those eyes opened slowly.

The housekeeper widened his eyes in shock, “Master, Master, he’s awake!”

“Hong’er—” Moszong looked at the man who woke up in disbelief.

He can’t be dreaming, his Honger really woke up.

The man’s brows moved, only to see that his eyes did not fall on Moszong and the others, but slowly fell on the woman who was covered in embarrassment.

“Father, let her go” The man’s voice was low and deep, unusually hoarse and dry.

Mo Sizong saw that Mo Sihong was really awake, he said with ecstasy: “Okay, okay, I let her go.”

Mo Sihong’s eyes were calm, deep, and beautiful, very like his mother’s eyes, but they were dull.

He: “Help me up.”

Because he has been lying on the bed, his body is soft now, and it is almost not much different from a vegetative person. Like some basic movements of walking, he has to learn from scratch.

Mo Si Zong personally went over to support Mo Sihong’s upper body, and let his back rest in front of the bedside table.

Mo Sihong: “Ying Er” he couldn’t help shouting softly.

“Shut up!” Xie Ying stared at him with hateful eyes: “Don’t call me Ying Er, disgusting.”

“Can’t you hear? Take her to me.” Moszong didn’t want to see this woman at all now, if it wasn’t for Hong’er, he would have disposed of this woman long ago.

“Father.” Mo Sihong didn’t look at Mo Sizon, he shouted lightly.

Mo Sizong frowned: “Hong’er, are you still obsessed with it? What kind of ecstasy soup has this woman poured into you?”

He saw that Mo Sihong was so estranged from him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Mo Sihong’s expression was light: “This is what you owe me.”

Moszong’s face was a little ugly, and he laughed angrily: “Who am I doing so much for? Why are you so stubborn?”

Mo Sihong’s brows were indifferent, the rest was sadness.

When he left the Moss house, he said that he would never forgive him in his life.

If he could, he would rather not wake up for the rest of his life.

Some people seem to be alive, but they are actually dead.

(end of this chapter)