"With...mo..."

Grandma Qingzhi gradually became conscious, she trembling lips gently called Qiao Yimo's name.

Qiao Yimo pursed his lips slightly, "Nothing, I am here."

Grandma Qingzhi opened her eyes and nodded.

Qiao Yimo got up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "When will the ambulance arrive?"

Qiao Renshan glanced at the time, "There are two minutes left."

"Row."

Dong Yan and Qiao Renshan's faces appeared a little bit of joy.

Everyone looked at Qiao Yimo dumbfounded.

She actually pulled Grandma Qingzhi back from the Grim Reaper?

The guests present looked at each other and whispered: "Is this Qiao Yimo really capable?"

"Could it be that the blind cat ran into a dead mouse?"

"Could it be that there are two brushes?"

Hearing that, Qiao Anchu frowned slightly and his face was very ugly.

Originally wanted to see Qiao Yimo get embarrassed, I thought she would happen by chance.

Xiuli on the side couldn't help chuckling, she glanced at Qiao Yimo disdainfully, "It just happens to know some first aid, what are you doing with such a big reaction?"

With this little trick, Qiao Qingling would definitely be able to switch to hers.

It's just that this dead girl takes the lead.

"The ambulance is coming!" Suddenly someone shouted outside.

Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Yimo, grandma wants you to accompany me to the hospital." Grandma Qingzhi's weak voice came from the ground.

Qiao Yimo squatted, nodded, and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm here."

......... The

In the presidential suite.

Leng Juo looked at the night view outside the window, tapping the transparent glass lightly with his hand.

Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, did Qiao Yimo still come out of the banquet?

The man frowned, raised his eyelids and looked at the phone with a little disapproval, waiting for Qiao Yimo's call.

At this moment, Bohua's number just came in.

Leng Juan picked it up, with a sharp voice, "Say something."

Bohua made a long story short and said directly: "Miss Qiao is now in the municipal hospital..."

As soon as the voice fell, the man picked up the jacket on the sofa and slammed the door and left.

Inside the municipal hospital.

The doctor also checked Grandma Qingzhi.

Qiao Renshan and Dong Yan took the payment slips to the front desk to pay.

"Doctor, what caused the asthma?" Qiao Yimo looked at the doctor faintly in front of the bed.

The doctor stood up and said: "It should be allergic asthma. The old man just said that he had drunk honey almond milk."

Qiao Yimo nodded and stopped talking.

Allergic asthma is not a big problem. Generally, you can go home to recuperate after the check-up and take medicine.

The phone rang on the side, and she looked at the lit screen.

"I'll go out and take a call."

Qiao sounded in Mo's cold voice, with a little complicated worry in his voice.

Qiao Yimo walked to the stairs of the hospital before answering the phone.

Su Zhe's voice came from the other end of the phone, and he worried without a trace: "Ms. Mo, what happened to your Qiao family's banquet today?"

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows slightly, charming and evil, with a light tone, "It's not a big deal."

"Okay." Su Zhe didn't bother to listen to Qiao Yimo's words.

"I'll hang up first."

Just as Qiao Yimo hung up the phone, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and then a force of strength suddenly grabbed her into his arms, so powerful as to rub her bones into the other's arms, "Yimo. ......"

Leng Juo rushed to the hospital, and happened to see Qiao Yimo who was safe and sound at the top of the stairs.

"You, why are you here?" Qiao Yimo's hands were lightly pressed against the man's sturdy chest, and his delicate face was puzzled and puzzled.

Mo Jun and Bo Hua, who came from behind, looked at the embracing two with dumbfounded faces.

Especially Bo Hua, he didn't seem to say that Miss Qiao was injured.

It's just that he didn't finish his words, so the call of Master Tire hung up........

Moreover, he and Shao Mo couldn't keep up with the car of Master Tire...

"Where does it hurt?"

The man's voice was low and cool, and his deep black eyes stared at the expression on the girl's face, for fear that he would miss her subtle movements. JrNovels.com