Qiao Mo looked at him sowhat dazed, but was montarily at a loss for words.
Looking at the old Chinese scholar tree in front of her, she still had no recollection...
Nor did she know how to comfort the man in front of her.
From the beginning, she simply hated him to the extre.
But she never thought that they had been entangled like this before.
...
Before long, Fu Nancheng’s phone suddenly rang.
"Zhaoran."
"Qiao Xuan has woken up, he’s in pretty good condition."
"Qiao Xuan?"
He paused slightly, seemingly not expecting him to wake up so soon, but thus, he could resolve one of her worries.
Qiao Mo, overhearing him ntion her brother’s na, couldn’t help but feel more anxious.
The surgery had ended almost a week ago, and recently so many things had co up that she hadn’t even had ti to visit him these past two days.
He hung up the phone and looked at her without speaking.
"Fu Nancheng? Say sothing... how is Qiao Xuan?"
"Kiss once, and I’ll tell you."
Qiao Mo paused slightly, but then felt a sense of relief in her heart.
At least he was still in the mood to joke, so it seed like it should be good news...
"Forget it, if you won’t say, I’ll just go to the hospital myself." With that, Qiao Mo left directly, leaving Fu Nancheng behind with a darkened expression.
"Stop." He said coldly.
Qiao Mo paused her steps slightly, but at this mont, Fu Nancheng looked more like a paper tiger to her, completely ignoring his intention.
Damn woman!
Is one kiss so hard?
Really... not cute at all!
An hour later, the two of them arrived at the hospital together.
Qiao Xuan had been moved to a regular ward, and thanks to Fu Nancheng and Qin Zhaoran’s connections, it was a deluxe room, very quiet with only Qiao Xuan inside.
Qiao Mo pushed open the door, her eyes slightly moist.
A big boy was sitting up leaning against the headboard, wearing a hospital gown, with thick bandages wrapped around his head.
Hearing the movent, he slowly turned his head to look over.
"Sister..."
Qiao Mo froze for a few seconds before reacting, rushing forward to hug him tightly: "Xiao Xuan... Xiao Xuan..."
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Counting the ti, she realized how long he had been in a coma.
Even now, she found it hard to believe that he was standing alive in front of her.
That he could look at her and talk with her.
Qiao Mo also hugged her lightly, continuously comforting her.
Though quite a bit younger than Qiao Mo, he was almost 1.8 ters tall at the mont, which made her appear much smaller.
"Xiao Xuan... are you okay? Any discomfort anywhere?" Qiao Mo lifted her head, her gaze moist, nervously examining him.
Qiao Xuan smiled faintly, reaching out to ruffle her hair: "How many tis have I told you to call Xuan, don’t always call Xiao Xuan."
"So cheeky!" Qiao Mo laughed lightly.
She ticulously observed Qiao Xuan in front of her.
He was very handso, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a hint of innocence. His head was wrapped very tightly at the mont, making him look like a little bald head, but it didn’t diminish his good looks at all.
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but sigh, though Qiao Dehou seed absolutely not handso, his children were all quite good-looking.
"Xiao Xuan... I was so worried about you." Qiao Mo spoke softly, a hint of seriousness in her tone.
Qiao Xuan once again pulled her into his arms, gently comforting her: "It’s okay... it’s okay..."
Watching the unusually ’close’ siblings, a certain man on the side had his face completely darkened.
What Xuan?
Do siblings call each other that?
Also, where is his hand hugging... how can he hold her waist!
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