The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Her wording is something happening in Sicily.

Her words did not have any words and did not mean to bully.

However, Qing Muchen naturally thought of the accident of the Mohist family.

"Is it serious? Would you like me to help?"

"Not a big deal, I just go back."

Moxier calmed his face, and if he had nothing to enter the house, he turned his back to him and found out the clothes he had gone out to change.

Qing Muchen just looked at her movements and did not speak.

Moxier changed his clothes, his face was slightly sideways, and the corner of his eyes slanted to him. She said, "Then I will go out of the island first!"

"I will send you." Qing Muchen did not question her words too much, and went downstairs in the front.

In a short while, it was the sound of the sports car engine.

After Mo Xier went downstairs, he carried the airport that left the island and then went directly to the airport.

Qing Muchen left her after she was sent to the plane.

More than ten hours of voyage, when I arrived in Sicily, it was already the next day.

Moxier did not return to the Mohist family, but the villa where Mohlin lived directly from the Moh’s car.

When entering the house, there were many doctors and nurses walking around the villa.

Moxier stared at the garden and looked back and forth as the nurse looked around and stopped one of them. "What happened to the young master?"

"Mr. Ink did not replace Mr. Moo when he was assigned to the task. He was designed by the other person and encountered an explosion. Now the situation is not very good." Nurse said.

"I will go and see!" Moxi's heart sank and stepped up to the house.

Passing through the corridors, a path leads directly to the room of Mo Yan. When entering the house, there are many people in the room, all black/hand/party.

When I saw the Moxier entering the house, a large group of people greeted each other with respect and respect, "Missy!"

"Well!" A faint singer of a group of people, Moxier pushed the crowd straight to the man in the innermost part of the room.

The man on the bed lay back innocently, his face pale and pale, with a lot of gauze wrapped around his body, and the gauze was still stained with blood, as if he had just changed the gauze and then pulled it out again.

This is the first time that Moxier has seen such weakness in his 19-year life.

Among the impressions, he has always been like an iron hit. He has been in the Mohist family for so many years. He has only controlled the life and death of others. Moxier has barely seen him bleed.

In the life of Moxier, Mok has always acted to protect the identity of God. In the eyes of Moxier, he is as powerful as the god.

The first time I saw him injured, she didn't expect it to be so serious.

Moxier stared at him like this for a while, and slowly came to the bed.

"What is the situation now?" She turned to the side and she whispered to a doctor next to her.

"Excessive bleeding, now blood stasis, temporary coma, legs need to be convalescent for a while." The doctor lowered his head and said.

Moxier listened quietly to his words, and his eyes went up the gauze wrapped around the ink.

"Is the young master a task for Mr.?"

"Yes, Miss. This time the task was originally prepared for me to go, but the young master estimated the danger and replaced him."

"I know!" No more questions, Moxier sat down at the bed.

After she came, she did not continue to make sounds, but sat quietly at the bed waiting for the ink to wake up.

Ink is awakened after a few hours.

Seeing her at the bedside, he seemed to squat.