Everyone in the village advised her that she was young and beautiful, and she would not have to worry about finding a rich man to marry her in the next life.

But Meng Yao has never lacked money... If she wants to, she will not spend all her money in her lifetime.

But that was not what she wanted...

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

Meng Yao had nothing else to ask for. Luo Xiao would not love her, and she didn't want to force him.

But God often doesn't like others' wishes, and God doesn't even want her to have his son...

Meng Yao always wonders, is Luo Gu still alive? If he is alive, where is he now?

He must have thought that his parents had abandoned him. Whenever he thought of this, Meng Yao felt like a knife cut, and her limbs were trembling in pain.

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

Meng Yao sucked it lightly between her nose and held it down before she could not cry.

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

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

Mo Beiyan closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Both of them ignored him.

What to do?

Luo Xiao frowned, and he suddenly looked at the caregiver next to him, "How long does it take to lie down after bandaging his wound?"

Meng Yao was shocked. She was wearing a mask, but she didn't even dare to raise her head. "No, it won't take long, half or half an hour."

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

It's only half an hour away from ten minutes.

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

Meng Yao's heart twitched.

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes coldly, "Do you still want to pick her up to your house?"

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

"You don't need your reminder!"

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

“…”

Luo Xiao didn't say anything, but sat down again.

Ten minutes passed quickly.

Meng Yao pulled down her mask and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes without any trace. She walked over a few steps, "It's almost... it's time to walk."

Her voice was choked and she knew she was in a bad mood as soon as she heard it.

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

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

“…”

"Hurry up! Isn't it all you indirectly hurt me now?!"

Luo Xiao had a cold face, but stood up and boiled water and made a cup of tea for him.

He took the teacup over, and Mo Beiyan stretched out his hand, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally, he touched the bottom of the cup with a clang-

The whole cup of hot tea was poured directly on Luo Xiao's back, and the tea cup fell to the ground with a bang, exploded all the pieces of porcelain.

The tea fragrance suddenly filled the ward...

Mo Nanjue's eyelids stumbled off. He could do such an old trick.

Luo Xiao suddenly withdrew his hand, and a large piece of it was burned red on the back of his hand, and some places even made bubbles. He frowned and couldn't speak in pain.
Chapter completed!