Chapter 2075 Both of them ignored him

People in the village persuaded her, saying that she was young and beautiful, and that she would not have to worry about finding a rich man to marry for the rest of her life.

But Meng Yao has never been short of money... If she wanted it, she would never be able to spend it all in her lifetime.

But that's not what she wants...

Meng Yao thought that at least Luo Xiao left her a child... She couldn't get him, but being able to take his son with her was a beautiful thought for her.

Meng Yao has nothing else to ask for. Luo Xiao will not love her, and she does not want to force him.

But God often doesn't follow people's wishes. God doesn't even want her to have his son...

Meng Yao wonders all the time, is Luo Gu still alive? If he is alive, where is he now?

He must have thought that his parents had abandoned him. Every time he thought of this, Meng Yao felt like his heart was being cut by a knife, and his limbs were trembling with pain.

But her child's biological father is sitting here now, but she can't say anything.

Meng Yao breathed softly through his nose, holding back so as not to cry.

Luo Xiao sat for a while and then stood up. He looked at Mo Nanjue and asked, "Are we waiting for someone?"

Mo Nanjue's eyes closed lightly, and the cigarette in his hand burned to the end. The man threw it under his feet, stamped it out, and lit another one.

Mo Beiyan closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Both men ignored him.

What are you doing?

Luo Xiao frowned and suddenly looked at the nurse beside him, "How long will he need to lie down after the wound is bandaged?"

Meng Yao was shocked, even though he was wearing a mask, he still didn't dare to raise his head, "No, it doesn't take long, just half, half an hour."

Luo Xiao didn't recognize her voice at all. He looked at the clock on the wall and sat back.

Ten minutes to go, half an hour to go.

After Mo Nanjue finished smoking a cigarette, he straightened up. Luo Xiao also stood up when he saw this, "Is Xiao Ran at home?"

Meng Yao's heart twitches.

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes coldly, "Do you still want to take her to your home?"

Luo Xiao pursed his lower lip, "She must be waiting for you. Have you informed her? Let her rest assured and go to bed early."

"No need for you to remind me!"

Mo Nanjue's face was sinister. How could he wait until he said it before notifying him? Is he a fool?!

"..."

Luo Xiao didn't speak, just sat down again.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

Meng Yao pulled down her mask and wiped away the tears from her eyes without leaving a trace. She walked over in a few steps, "It's almost done... you can move around now."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she knew she was not in the right mood.

Luo Xiao frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

Mo Beiyan opened his eyes, looked at Luo Xiao, "Make me a cup of hot tea."

"..."

"Hurry up! Isn't it all your indirect fault that I'm like this now?!"

Luo Xiao had a cold face, but he still stood up and boiled water to make a cup of tea for him.

He brought the tea cup over, and Mo Beiyan stretched out his hand. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and touched the bottom of the cup at the moment he raised his hand, making a clang——

The entire cup of hot tea was poured directly onto the back of Luo Xiao's hand, and the teacup fell to the ground with a bang, causing pieces of porcelain to explode on the ground.

The aroma of tea suddenly overflowed the ward...

Mo Nanjue's eyelids twitched slightly. He couldn't pull off such an old trick.

Luo Xiao suddenly retracted his hand. The back of his hand was burned red, and some places even had blisters. He frowned and was speechless in pain.

Mo Beiyan snorted coldly, "Is it hot? It's not 100% as hot as an iron brand. Now you know how painful my wound is?!"
Chapter completed!