YY8848高清私人影院

  Huo Xiuyuan suddenly remembered the time before Huo Hong's son died. That was the time when Huo Hong treated him the best. The high attention made him think he was dreaming.

  Huo Xiuyuan's originally angry heart suddenly calmed down, because he thought of a good idea.

  Since Huo Yichen likes Huo Hong so much, as long as he is killed, no one will rob him again?

  Huo Xiuyuan stretched his brows, and suddenly let out a low laugh, which was deep and unpleasant, even a little penetrating.

  On the same night, Huo Yichen was finishing his studies in the library and planning to go back to the dormitory, when he received a text message.

  【Young master, the owner of the house wants you to go home. 】

  After Huo Yichen read the news and pondered for a moment, he temporarily changed his itinerary and drove home.

  Sent the message so late, Huo Yichen couldn't figure out what Huo Hong was thinking, but he didn't intend to resist him. Now is not the time to show his fangs.

  He turned the steering wheel, drove on the road he was all too familiar with, and drove in the direction of Huo's house.

  The road visibility in the middle of the night was very low, Huo Yichen was thinking about what the news was about, while waiting for the countdown of the traffic lights.

  The red light turned green, Huo Yichen turned right and increased his speed, when suddenly he heard a piercing whistle.

  He was concentrating on the news, and it took him a second to notice the whistle that seemed to be getting closer to him.

   "Be careful!" a man shouted.

   There was a white light in his eyes, and he saw a large truck rushing towards him like out of control, and it was too late for Huo Yichen to escape.

  The black car collided with the out-of-control truck. The car was almost thrown upside down and rolled to the side of the road. The front of the car was dented so much that it almost hit the driver inside.

   "Call an ambulance!"

   "Hurry up! This man seems to be alive!"

   "Give me a hand, why are you standing there!"

The twittering sounds around Huo Yichen rang in Huo Yichen's ears along with the uncomfortable humming sound. He was confused and felt nauseous. , the whole world turned red.

  The glare of the ambulance is his last memory.

   This is destined to be a sleepless night for many people.

  It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, but Murong Qiao went to an unconventional schedule right now, sitting at the table and not going to sleep.

   "Qiao Qiao...you are not sleepy, there is still class tomorrow." Yang Xin rubbed her eyes to remind her.

  Usually, Murong Qiao was the first one to sleep in the dormitory, but today Leng Yan fell asleep for two hours, Yang Xin also planned to rest, but she hadn't slept yet.

  Murong Qiao stared at the phone, "Go to bed first, I'm not sleepy."

  The lights were not turned on at night, only a small lamp was shining on Murong Qiao's table, so Yang Xin only saw Murong Qiao's back, but didn't notice her worried expression.

   "Okay, okay, then you should go to bed early." Yang Xin didn't notice anything wrong, and said good night.

  But Murong Qiao is not sleepy, she can't fall asleep at all.

  If the gaze can be substantive, then the phone is about to be stared into a hole by Murong Qiao's fiery gaze.

  She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, obviously unhappy, but more worried.

  Usually, no matter how late Huo Yichen is busy, he will send himself a message to say good night, and it will never exceed twelve o'clock.

   But today...

  Murong Qiao frowned and glanced at the phone. It was twelve and twenty-three, and she had been waiting for almost three hours.

   Nothing happened to him, did he?

  After such a long time of no movement, Murong Qiao couldn't sit still, she took her mobile phone and simply went to the balcony to call Huo Yichen to ask what was going on.

  The first time, I didn't answer.

  The furrows between Murong Qiao's eyebrows deepened, and the worry in her heart became heavier. She took a deep breath and made a second call.

  I picked it up this time, but the voice was not Huo Yichen, "Hello?"

  It was a rough man's voice, Murong Qiao's eyebrows twitched, feeling that something was wrong.

   "Hello, I'm looking for Huo Yichen." She said.

  The voice on the other end was very noisy, "What is Huo? I can't hear clearly—"

   Before Murong Qiao could repeat, the person on the other end continued.

   "The owner of the mobile phone got into a car accident, little girl, are you his friend?" the person at the other end asked.

  Car accident...?

  Murong Qiao's mind went blank, "What, mean?"

  The man who answered the phone was one of the passers-by who watched the scene of the car accident. After helping the crowd to drag Huo Yichen out of the car, he heard the phone ringing, wondering if his family members connected.

   "...that young man has been sent to the hospital now, you..." The man's rough voice echoed in Murong Qiao's ear.

  But she didn't care about listening now, her body was one step faster than her brain's reaction, and she acted instinctively.

   Murong Qiao changed his shoes and ran downstairs, only to find that the door of the dormitory was locked, and then he remembered that the access control time had passed.

   "Auntie! Auntie!" She knocked **** the door of the dormitory auntie.

  Auntie was woken up by her, she frowned and opened the door only to find that it was Murong Qiao.

  She remembered this girl, who was good at studying and beautiful, very likable, so the irritability of being woken up by the wake up disappeared a lot.

   "Auntie, my boyfriend has an accident, I want to go to the hospital to see him." Murong Qiao's face was pale and he spoke quickly, "Please open the door and let me out, I..."

  She spoke incoherently, but fortunately, the aunt understood the meaning.

  Auntie doesn't stick to the rules, and she doesn't think Murong Qiao is like the kind of girl who messes around late at night, so something serious must have happened.

   "Okay." The aunt nodded and went back to get the key to open the door.

   Murong Qiao left the girls' dormitory as she wished.

   There was a whistling wind in her ears, which made her face hurt.

  She kept running, from the dormitory to the school gate, took a taxi and went straight to the hospital.

  Fifteen minutes later, Murong Qiao showed up at the Central Hospital, which is also the address the person told her just now.

   "The young man has just been sent in. He should be going to the operating room on the third floor." The man who answered the phone was waiting for her at the door.

  Murong Qiao didn't say much, and just gave him a sum of money. "Thank you."

  She couldn't wait for the elevator, so she climbed the stairs directly to the third floor, and saw the lights in the operating room were always on, and the person had already been pushed in, and there was no one in the empty corridor.

   "Huh—huh—" Murong Qiao gasped for breath while leaning on the wall.

  Lungs seemed to be on fire. It was so hot that her breathing hurt, and there was even a **** smell, which made her want to vomit.

   But before Murong Qiao rested, he heard footsteps coming from far and near.

  She raised her head and met her second brother Murong Zheng who was wearing a white coat.

  In just a moment, both of them understood why each other appeared here.

  Murong Qiao rushed over without thinking, "Brother! You must, you must try your best to save him."

  She was a little out of breath when speaking, and her trembling voice fell into Murong Zheng's ears, so nervous that she was almost about to explode.

  Seeing the anxiety and worry on his younger sister's face, Murong Zheng's eyes darkened.

   "Okay." He nodded.

   Rescue time is precious, and Murong Zheng walked into the operating room after the two of them only said this sentence.

  Murong Qiao sat on a chair outside and waited for the result.

  She clasped her hands together helplessly, and she hasn't recovered until now.

   "How could there be a car accident..." Murong Qiao muttered to himself.

  She didn't expect that she would get such a result after making this call.

  Huo Yichen was lying in the operating room right now, and the **** scene couldn't help appearing in Murong Qiao's mind. The enthusiastic man just briefly described the situation of the car accident to her, just listening to it made Murong Qiao feel shocking.

  Her hands were shaking very much, just like the restless heart at the moment, it also brought heavy emotions to Murong Qiao.

  Thinking was in chaos, the only thing I could think of was to pray that nothing happened to Huo Yichen, and he could come out of the operating room safely.

  Murong Qiao's hands and feet were cold, and he looked at the always bright eyes above the operating room without blinking, even when he was so astringent that he shed tears, he didn't look away.

  She dared not move away, nor imagined the possibility of the worst.

  She didn't want to lose Huo Yichen.