"Girl, look at your head, just like a child." Nangong Jing reached out to help her brush off the grass on her head, and her smile was warm.

In the past two months, she has regarded her as her own daughter. If she really had such a sensible daughter, she would be willing to die.

"Auntie, this is not the first time Uncle Ye has cooked. Of course I know that he is very skilled. Hurry up, I'm so hungry that I'm croaking."

Ke Huanye smiled brilliantly, and the two small wine vortexes on his cheeks looked lively and cute, which made Nangong Jing laugh.

The two of them walked towards the villa with laughter and laughter.

On the table in the living room, there was a large table that looked like a dish that made people's index fingers tremble, but Ye Wuji was not busy.

There was a plate of dishes on the edge of the table, and the soup was sprinkled on the table. Ke Huanye didn't see it, but Nangong Jing noticed it clearly.

"Wuji!" Nangong Jing looked at the situation in front of her and her heart was already cold. She seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. In order not to worry Ke Huanye, she pretended to be calm.

It has been two months since Xiao Ye was there, and no abnormality has happened. The doctor said that there will be no problem today.

"Auntie, I'll call Uncle Ye. You're here to wait for us. Maybe you're working in the study!" Ke Huanye asked Nangong Jing to sit down. As soon as he wanted to leave, he was hurriedly pulled by Nangong Jing. His smile forced and his face pale: "Xiao Ye, I'll just go and see him. You can wait here for a while."

Nangong Jing was anxious and accidentally hit the coffee table. She fell to the ground and felt a piercing pain from her ankle.

"Auntie." Ke Huanye ran over anxiously and helped her up. At this time, she was a fool if she couldn't feel anything wrong.

"It's okay, Xiaoye, I'm fine. You go over and sit down, and aunt will go back." Nangong Jingshen was unsteady, and tears were already flowing all over her cheeks without saying anything.

Ke Huanye watched Nangong Jing run to the second floor study, and followed him and ran over.

In the study, there was a mess. Ye Wuji fell to the ground, with a pool of dazzling blood on the ground. Nangong Jing felt a severe pain in his heart and his eyes fell into darkness.

"Auntie." Ke Huanye looked at the shocking scene in front of him and panickedly supported Nangong Jing.

The ambulance arrived soon and roared away soon.

The hospital was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant. Ke Huanye sat on the bench in front of the operating room door, looking at the three dazzling words during the operation.

Uncle Ye is under rescue, and Aunt Nangong fell into a coma due to excessive grief. She is the only one left here.

It was already very late, and I took a look at the time on my wrist and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

"Xiao Yezi answered the phone..."

The ringtone of the cell phone rang suddenly, which was particularly clear in the quiet and panicking corridor.

It was the call from Butler Han. Ke Huanye took a look and pressed the answer button.

"Miss Ye Zi, the young master has returned to China. I hope you can pick him up." Butler Han's voice always had a smell of being the only one who was the master.

"Oh, I understand." Ke Huanye felt sad. He didn't know why he wanted to cry, and his pale hands trembled and grabbed the phone.

Uncle Ye lost too much blood and needed blood transfusion urgently. However, his blood type is special and RH-negative blood is difficult to find in this world. When the doctor said it, she was excited to tell the doctor that her blood was suitable. The doctor looked at her strangely. Later, the nurse who helped her draw blood asked her, "You are Mr. Ye's daughter. I have heard Miss Nangong say it for a long time. Mr. Ye's surgery is so unstoppable. If you really feel sorry for him, just have the surgery as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!