C9 A Contest in the Ward

Being unable to move by Xiao Zhang's twisted arm, Pei Jiao rushed forward and gave him a slap.

Mi Qiao gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Today was truly her f * cking bad luck. She didn't even look at the calendar when she went out. It was simply her unlucky day.

"Stop!"

Xing Mowei appeared behind Pei Jiao and grabbed her wrist.

"President Xing, she hit my husband, I want to get him back."

When Pei Jiao saw Xing Mowei, he immediately showed his pug attitude and his attitude became a lot better.

Xing Mowei shook off her wrist and pulled Mi Qiao from Xiao Zhang's hand to his side.

Mi Qiao raised her head and looked at him gratefully. She felt that he had suddenly become much taller, like a big tree that could shield her from the elements.

However, Xing Mowei's face was still as cold as before. He didn't even look at her as he raised his pretty chin and asked:

"What happened to him?"

When Ding Yan saw Xing Mowei, he immediately stood up. In order to ensure his own perfect image, he forced himself to say:

"I didn't... "About President Xing."

Pei Jiao ran over with a pained heart, supporting Ding Yan as she complained,

"Hubby, why are you alright?" It's obvious that you were in so much pain just now that you couldn't stand up. "

"It's all right. "I'm fine."

While Ding Yan said that he was fine, a thick layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. However, that was a man's greatest pain, so how could he have the face to say it out loud?

Xing Mowei had a serious expression and every move he made felt a sense of oppression, but he still said apologetically:

"It's good that you're fine. If you have anything to do, go inside and check it out. This is our hospital, I'll pay for the treatment."

"No need, thank you, President Xing."

Ding Yan bowed to thank him.

Xing Mowei turned around and looked coldly at the driver, Xiao Zhang, behind him. Xiao Zhang was so scared that he took a step back and lowered his head.

"Let's go, grandpa is looking for you."

Xing Mowei held Mi Qiao's hand and was about to leave when two people behind him spoke at the same time,

"Goodbye, President Xing."

Mi Qiao followed behind him, looking at his vigorous back. How could he be so confident and respected?

When they arrived at the hall, Xing Mowei shook off Mi Qiao's hand as if he had become a different person.

His face instantly turned black, his black pupils slowly contracted, and the surrounding atmosphere once again became tense.

"Do you know that doing so will cause bodily harm and affect the happiness of others for the rest of their lives?"

He pointed a finger at Mi Qiao's nose, and she reflexively took a step back.

Scratching his head, he asked in confusion:

"How did it affect his happiness for the rest of his life?

He was now enjoying himself so much with Pei Jiao that he wanted to forget all about Chen.

"He's just a hooligan, nothing more than a hooligan."

She raised her small face to look at him, as if she was asking for an explanation.

Xing Mowei pursed his lips, clenched his fingers into a fist and shook his head helplessly.

Mi Qiao also felt that her attack was a bit too heavy. She lowered her head and said pitifully,

"Well, you're right, but the two of them are teaming up to bully me.

That Ding Yan still wants to hit me? I have to save myself, right?

I'm not an idiot, I don't want to be bullied for nothing.

Although there's no one to protect me, but I can't be a coward myself, can I? "

Seeing her pitiful appearance, he had no choice but to give up.

"Let's go, grandpa is waiting for you."

Xing Mowei turned around and left. Mi Qiao quickly followed him to the VIP ward on the tenth floor.

The Old Master was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, gasping for breath. Mi Qiao would have thought he was sick if she hadn't known that he was fine.

Xing Mowei's expression softened a lot. He sat on the bed, held the Old Master's hand and said softly:

"Grandfather, Mi Qiao is here."

The Old Master slightly opened his eyes, lifted his other hand, and suddenly fell down, looking weak and powerless.

Mi Qiao quickly stepped forward and held the Old Master's other hand.

The Old Master held the hands of the two people, opened and closed his mouth. After a long time, he recovered his wits and slightly opened his eyes.

"Weiwei, Grandfather isn't worried about anyone else in his life, he's only worried about you.

If I leave, you will be alone in the house. You are almost thirty years old, and there is not even a woman who knows how to act.

No matter how many servants there are in the house, they can't think about your heart.

I want you to think about Mi Qiao and get married as soon as possible. I, I want to have a look at my great-grandson before I die.

"Mi Qiao is kind, beautiful and sensible. I can rest assured when you two are together."

"Kind and sensible? Just now, we were in trouble again. " Xing Mowei raised his head and looked at Mi Qiao with extreme disapproval, as if he wanted to see through her.

Mi Qiao pursed her lips, tilted her head, and lowered her eyes, saying nothing.

"Grandfather, don't think too much. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of my own matters."

As Xing Mowei said this, he patted the back of the Old Master's hand. Just as he was about to pull away, he was stopped by the Old Master's gentle grasp.

"Huff, puff!" The old man's chest heaved as if he was having difficulty breathing.

Xing Mowei stood up and shouted towards the door:

"Quick, call Director Liu over!" "Faster!"

In a moment, Chief Liu entered the room in a flurry of activity. After a few moments of intense work, the Old Master's breathing finally calmed down.

Xing Mowei asked anxiously.

"Director Liu, how is my grandfather?"

Chief Liu stopped what he was doing and patiently explained:

"President Xing, besides the danger of cerebral infarction, the old man also has to pay attention to the heart.

It's best for President Xing to listen to him. "

Xing Mowei lowered his head and did not say anything. He just nodded and said:

"You've worked hard."

Director Liu said humbly:

"It's my duty to do so. You guys chat, I'll go get busy first. Call me if you need anything."

After greeting Xing Mowei, he walked out.

Mi Qiao could no longer tell the difference between the truth and the truth.

She nervously gripped the Old Master's hand and softly asked:

"Grandfather, are you alright?"

The Old Master smirked at her. "It's nothing. I'm just waiting to see you get married."

Mi Qiao lowered her head shyly, not knowing how to reply.

"Grandfather, I promise you, but you must be fine. You can't get angry anymore."

Xing Mowei, who was at the side, suddenly shouted out, giving Mi Qiao a fright.

She raised her head and looked at him in astonishment. This was simply unbelievable. How could this person agree to marry her?

She immediately raised her hand to ask a question.

"You have a problem?" he wondered.

Mi Qiao nodded solemnly. She couldn't just sell herself to someone who didn't love her that easily.

"Huff … huff … huff …" The old man's breathing tensed up again, frightening Mi Qiao so much that she stood up and waved her hand in panic.

"Grandfather, I have no problems, no problems."

When the Old Master heard this, he immediately calmed down. He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was a bit angry.

Mi Qiao sat back in her seat slowly with an anxious look on her face, hoping that Xing Mowei would come up with a solution.

However, he still wore the same frosty expression as before, and said in a neither too fast nor too slow manner:

"Grandfather, we'll go get the pass in the afternoon."

Mi Qiao looked at her with her mouth wide open. Did this man walk out of the eggplant field?

"Good, a man with Xing Family must have a sense of responsibility.

"Go on, I'm tired."

The Old Master closed his eyes and let out a weak and aged voice, making people feel that all this was very real.