320: C320 Can You Correct Me Now?

C320 Can You Correct Me Now?

Jiang Nanxi and Yeh Beixiao left Jiang Soong's ward. Her eyes were red, and her hands were tightly clenched into fists. She wished she could chop that pair of mother and son who had lost their conscience into eight pieces. Only then could she relieve the hatred in her heart!

Yeh Beixiao gently comforted her, "Don't worry, they will pay the price!"

Jiang Nanxi said, "I want to go and see my father!"

Yeh Beixiao nodded. "Okay, I will accompany you!"

Thus, the two of them went to the ICU.

Before Jiang Huai woke up, Jiang Nanxi knew that the chances were slim.

His situation was different from Jiang Nanchen's. Jiang Nanxi had blood clots in her brain. Once the clots were removed, he would have a chance to wake up.

But Jiang Huai had a stroke before, and then he had a cerebral hemorrhage. It was fortunate that he was still alive.

Jiang Nanxi changed into a sterile uniform and walked into the ICU. She knelt in front of the hospital bed and held Jiang Huai's big hand as she cried loudly.

She hated her father for so many years. Only today did she know that her father had also missed her for so many years and regretted it for so many years!

"Dad, you woke up, okay? Look at Xi again! It's Xi's fault. I should have come back earlier to see you. If I had come back earlier, wouldn't you have been like this? Father... "

However, no matter how much she cried, Jiang Huai, who was lying on the bed, did not move.

Jiang Nanxi left the ward in a daze.

Yeh Beixiao looked at her sad look and also felt uncomfortable in his heart. But facing Jiang Huai's situation, even Jiang Nanxi could not do anything about it, let alone him.

Jiang Nanxi still had to treat her brother, so when she went to the Central Hospital, it was Yeh Beixiao who drove the car.

When they arrived at the Central Hospital, Yeh Beixiao stopped the car. Jiang Nanxi was still sitting in the car in a daze.

Yeh Beixiao could understand Jiang Nanxi's current mood. She was so lost and helpless. Her brother was unconscious, and her father was on the brink of death. These two people were the only people in her life who were connected by blood. There was also a group of small people eyeing her covetously. If it was someone else, they might not be able to withstand it.

He could not help but recall the time when his mother died of illness. He was only a teenager, and his sister was even younger. However, his father was trapped in a gentle village, unable to extricate himself from it.

If he did not rely on his strong willpower, he would not have been able to survive.

He reached out and held her in his arms, saying softly, "If you want to cry, then cry. I will always be by your side!"

For the first time, Jiang Nanxi did not struggle and closed her eyes in his arms.

At this moment, she was very grateful to him. He gave her peace.

However, she did not allow herself to continue to sink. She still had to treat her brother.

She let out a long breath, pushed him away, and said, "Thank you. You can leave. I've delayed you for too long!"

Yeh Beixiao pinched her face and said with a low smile, "I don't want to hear the word 'thank' from your mouth again. I'm willing to do anything for you!"

For the first time, she did not feel that his sweet words were disgusting. Maybe she needed someone to comfort her.

She smiled. "Okay, I won't be polite in the future!"

As she spoke, she pushed open the car and was about to get off.

Yeh Beixiao grabbed her. His eyes were deep. "Are you that impolite?"

Jiang Nanxi looked at him. "What do you want?"

Yeh Beixiao held her hand tightly and pressed it against his chest. "You should know what I want!"1

Separated by his clothes, Jiang Nanxi's palm could feel the strong rhythm in his heart.

Her heart skipped a beat. She knew she could not escape.

She reached out and hooked his neck and lightly pressed a mark on his face.

Yeh Beixiao's eyes froze, then a huge surprise overwhelmed him.

He didn't wait for her to escape, and tightly held her in his arms. His hot lips crazily snatched away her fragrance.

The taste of food, wild joy!

After a long time, he finally let go of her, but his hands were still holding her face. His forehead was pressed against her forehead, and his voice was low and hoarse. "Xixi, this time, can you correct me?"

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