Chapter 667 Sir, please give me more advice25
"That's it...then when will he come back?"
"This, I estimate it will take seven or seven or eight years..."
Time is the best medicine for forgetting. A relationship that has not yet begun will be forgotten after seven or eight years.
Looking at those dim beautiful eyes, Mrs. Ji felt a little uncomfortable and found it difficult to lie, so she turned her head away and did not dare to look at her.
Qingwu blinked, then lowered his eyes and pondered.
It took a lot of effort to come here, but it was so frustrating to just come back without success.
No, we have to find a way to get close to Ji Yinzhi's body.
"Are there guests at home?"
A deep voice sounded from outside the door.
Mr. Ji came in while taking off his coat. He looked tired and his temples were a little white.
Behind him were several doctors and nurses in white coats, carrying a medical kit.
After the two of them entered the living room, Mr. Ji looked at the strange girl sitting on the sofa calmly, then turned to look at the people behind him, "You guys go up and check Ah Huai's body first."
They nodded and walked towards the second floor.
When Mrs. Ji heard him mention A Huai, she glanced at Qing Wu, whose face changed slightly. She stood up in a panic and wanted to interrupt him: "Hou Zhong..."
As soon as I dozed off, someone gave me a pillow.
Qingwu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and stood up in confusion.
As if she had realized the meaning of Master Ji's words, she bit her lower lip gently and stood silently, obediently and quietly.
But her hurt and depressed expression was very pitiful.
Bodhi admired his master's flawless performance and was amazed.
Receiving the hints from his wife, Ji Houzhong was a little confused: "What's wrong?" Then he thought of something, his face changed, and he asked expectantly and excitedly: "Is it Ah Huai who woke up?!"
Mrs. Ji: "..."
Suddenly I wanted to give him a headache.
She walked over, grabbed his arm angrily and pulled him aside: "Why are you awake? Come here!"
After she explained it, Ji Houzhong understood the whole story. When he realized that something bad had happened, he touched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Looking at the helpless girl standing there, he sighed helplessly.
Because there was no way to hide it anymore, the couple confessed to Qingwu.
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Ji told her: "Actually, Ah Huai didn't go abroad. I lied to you. He was attacked on the back of the head a month and a half ago, and he has been unconscious since then. He is still like a wooden man." Lying on the bed.”
She choked: "I, I was afraid that you would be sad if you found out, so I didn't dare to tell you. I'm sorry, Qingwu."
Qingwu lowered his eyes and was quiet for a long time, and then said softly: "Can I... go see him? Although I can't see him, I want to stay with him for a while, just for a while..."
Such a fragile request was impossible for them to refuse.
Mrs. Ji helped her go upstairs to Ji Yinzhi's room.
After the doctors and nurses inside checked his body, a group of people left the room, leaving only Qingwu standing by the bed.
And on the big bed, there lay a delicate and handsome man, covered with a quilt, with a needle stuck on the back of his exposed white hand, connected to the infusion tube at the head of the bed.
The eyelids covered his pupils, his long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and his beautiful thin lips were bloodless. He was lying there breathing weakly, like a sleeping aristocratic prince.
It's a pity that Qingwu has no way to see such a beautiful picture-scroll-like picture.
(End of chapter)