Mo Jin and Mo Yu were startled by Yang Jinling's smashing at the door. When Anjie helped her out, two little girls were looking out.

Mo Jin didn't even think about it. She immediately glared at her big eyes and asked, "what's the matter? What's the matter? Can I help you? "

Anjie looked up at her and shook her head: "I don't know. It seems that something happened to her family. Don't be busy. I'll just go and have a look. "

Then, Anjie was caught by the little girl and ran wildly. Fortunately, Xiao Yang's family was not far away, so he was not allowed to run a marathon. However, in terms of speed... Anjie was sure that the little girl was running out of oxygen, otherwise she wouldn't be able to speak ill.

After Anjie had found out what was going on, he was more sure that Yang Jinling was really not in favor of this fact. She was an authentic embroidered pillow with simple appearance. Her father was at the vegetable stall today, and he was fine. At the beginning, he said he was a little dizzy. Mother Yang didn't take it to heart. She thought it was because she didn't eat in the morning. She was flustered. Who knows, in a few minutes, she couldn't do it.

At that time, both of them were flustered. They had no idea. If you want to say that the girl was old and big, she had never met anything. She was so scared at that time that she didn't know how. Her first reaction was to go to Anjie.

In fact, as far as common sense is concerned, the most likely symptom of Yang's father is cerebral congestion, which was not saved for a while later. Yang Jinling has been tossing about like this. No matter how close Anjie's home is, when she comes back, the day lily will be cold.

Fortunately, a passing eldest mother was still sober. Although she didn't have time to hold the girl, she managed to command mother yang to make an emergency call.

When Anjie arrived with the girl, it happened that an ambulance came out from the intersection. Anjie took a taxi and chased the girl out.

Fortunately, the powerful old lady responded quickly, and the rescue was timely. The doctor said that if the man was sent later, he could go to Buddha grandfather to learn Indian.

Yang's mother can't count on it. Her whole body's conditioned reflex and unconditioned reflex can mobilize one action - cry, wail. After several times, she almost fainted and nearly went to the emergency room to accompany her husband.

Yang Jinling is even worse. While waiting outside the operating room, she also shows a certain degree of strength. She can not only keep awake, but also take care of her mother. Until the doctor comes to talk to her, Anjie finds that the little girl's legs are as soft as noodles

As a result, it was Anjie who asked about the patient's condition and paid for all kinds of expenses. He thought with some self mockery that this was more dutiful than Lao Yang's real son-in-law. When Uncle Yang woke up, he told him not to return the operation expenses, and let his daughter agree with him.

Of course, if you think about it, as a man, it's the first man in the little girl's mind to find and rely on. Don't say he doesn't have any complaints in his heart. Even if he does, it can't be said.

Looking at Yang's mother, she almost knelt down for him... Anjie sighed and continued to run around.

However, the comrades in white coats are really the safest robbers... Anjie looks at the receipts and slightly turns his lips. What's the situation of Yang Jinling's family? After he got familiar with this girl who is not very good at words, he knew more or less. Even if Anjie no longer has family concept, he also understood that this kind of thing is a great blow to the Yang family's life which is not so relaxed.

He took enough money from the bank opposite the hospital, and decided to secretly put away the receipts that were too easy to raise blood pressure, so that the family's fragile nerves would not be hit again.

However, as soon as Anjie entered the hospital, he felt that a strange sight followed him.

He hesitated, raised his head to meet the more or less frightened eyes.

A middle-aged man gave him a smile and strode over. Anjie unconsciously put his hand into his pocket. He had seen this man once. On New Year's day, he was beside Zhai Haidong, a sleeping lion.

"Master Ann." The middle-aged man extended his hand in a friendly way.

Anjie hesitated for a moment, shook his hand perfunctorily, frowned, and pretended to be confused: "are you..."

The middle-aged man laughed indifferently: "young master an may not remember me. I'm Bai Zhihe, who works beside elder brother Zhai. I met young master in the hotel last time."

"Oh," said Anjie, showing a shy smile of pure youth brand. "Hello, Mr. Bai. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. There's something wrong with my classmate's family, and I'm in a hurry... "He pointed to the hospital, wondering what kind of cartons he was going to do, and thinking about how to get away.

Zhai Haidong's people all have a kind of virus called trouble. If you don't provoke them, you don't.

"It's Mr. Yang's business, isn't it?" Bai Zhi smiles as patiently and gently as an angel in white on his face. I don't know why. When he thinks that this man is actually a triad, Anjie feels very happy. Angel underworld didn't wait for Anjie's answer, so he continued, "young master an doesn't have to worry about Mr. Yang. I know a friend in this hospital, and I've helped to do all the things that should be done."

Yang Jinling's home is not far from the community, of course, it is not far from Mo Cong. When did Bai Zhihe target them? What do you mean by this? How much does Zhai Haidong know about Mo Cong and himself?

The expression on Anjie's face was relaxed, but when he heard this, his mind exploded. First, he was "stunned" for a moment, then he opened his big eyes of pure ignorance, and finally said: "ah... This, this is how interesting, Mr. Bai, I mean..."

Bai Zhihe waved his hand: "don't be polite, young master an. Elder brother said that your business is his business. It's a small matter. I'll just follow him."

Anjie seems to be very embarrassed to scratch his hair: "that money... Can you ask Mr. Bai to take me to see your friend? Or I'll give you the money and you can transfer it for me... "

Before Anjie handed over a dozen of red grandfather Mao, he was pushed back by Bai Zhihe. Angel underworld looked pure and said kindly, "I can't ask you for the money. I can't explain it to Zhai Ge."

The soldiers came to cover up the water and land. Anjie didn't push much. Since someone paid for it, he didn't bother to blame the big head. He spoke with Bai Zhihe in a hurry and went to see the family.

At the moment when he turned around, he restrained the silly green expression on his face. The color of his eyes was very dark, and his eyes were empty. The person who thought he would never meet again in his life might be confused again because of Mo Cong.

It's already midnight when Anjie comes back to his home. He takes a taxi, crosses the path and walks by the side door. He doesn't feel that anyone is following him along the way, but it doesn't mean that he can relax. He hasn't experienced such a nervous spirit for many years.

He shuffled up the stairs - he had to prepare for the worst. Ten years ago, he was not afraid of he Jingming, and ten years later, he would not pay attention to Zhai Haidong. What's more... At the beginning, anyihu was the creditor who should have suffered a lot, and it was not his turn to talk to others.

But if the trace of Mo Cong is mastered by Zhai Haidong, what will Mo Jin and Mo Yu do?

He opened the door and didn't turn on the light. The faint light in the room and his knowledge of his own territory made him not need light, and I'm afraid Mo Cong had already gone to bed. There was a window on the bedroom door, which was bright enough to wake the troublesome child.

He didn't want to nurse the baby or tell him a story to make him sleep. Anjie was in a bad mood. He poured himself a glass of water and sat on the sofa without taking off his coat.

He took every mouthful of boiled water and pondered how he had startled Zhai Haidong. If you want to say... Even if Anjie is not as keen as Mo Cong, it's impossible to be targeted from New Year's day till now.

Coincidence? Character? A sister Lin fell from the sky?

Anjie pinches his nose and finds his thoughts frightening.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to think about other things. For example, Yang Jinling hung on him and sobbed. Then he asked him "what to do" in a voice weaker than a mosquito. His nose was red with tears, and the tears kept falling on him.

Anjie suddenly felt like another face of a long time ago, miraculously overlapped with the girl.

Slightly raised, pure and innocent eyes, gently biting their lips, at a loss of what to do expression - it's a catalyst to ignite young men's heroism and protection. Anjie finally understood why she only had a kind of intimate familiarity with this girl for a long time. She was so like Mulian.

Even though they have different facial features, the extremely similar temperament seems to overlap through time and space. Anjie remembers his joke when he was with Mulian. He says that he hopes to have a gentle and beautiful daughter like Mulian in the future.

Let him protect, pamper and grow up, and then give it to another man, looking at her happy life.

Maybe... Like little Jinling?

Mo Cong didn't sleep all the time. There was a strange feeling in his heart, not angry or uncomfortable, just uncomfortable. He couldn't help thinking about the girl. He speculated about her character from her appearance to her family environment. This kind of speculation was endless. If he didn't know his sexual orientation clearly, maybe he would feel that he fell in love with the girl at first sight.

And this strange, uncontrollable thought, when Anjie walked into the room with ease and was obviously tired, began to look less friendly.

Mo Cong slowly moved to the bedroom door, and the man who could feel his approach accurately like a radar even in his sleep, actually sat on the sofa under his eyes, and did not find his meaning at all. This let Mo Cong in the heart inexplicably rose so a little angry.

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I found out that what I wrote was an ethical drama