Bo Yimo’s gaze finally fell on Bo Qingzhi, "Bro, thank you."
"We’re family, no need for thanks." Bo Qingzhi frowned slightly; every gesture exuded the toughness and resilience of a soldier. He paused, "I’ll take care of Xiao Zhi, you focus on your wife."
The adjutant silently watched, not saying a word.
Young Marshal, you probably couldn’t bear to part with that cute little kid!
Who knew the iron-blooded Young Marshal Bo had such a side?
#That’s what they call charmingly contrasting#
Bo Yimo glanced at Xiao Zhi and said lightly, "How did he get injured?"
The adjutant stepped forward to explain the situation, emphasizing Bo Qingzhi’s care.
"Just don’t let them out." Bo Yimo glanced at Xiao Yi, who nodded.
The adjutant couldn’t help but be amazed. Both brothers were as cold as ice, serving them was no easy task.
The starstruck Yin Weiyi was entranced, "Young Master Mo’s brother is so manly, so charming. If it wasn’t such a critical ti, I’d already want to tease him."
The Bo n seem to be favored by the heavens, blessed well enough to make all n jealous.
...
Ti ticked by, and as dawn approached six o’clock, Tong Yan showed no signs of consciousness.
Mr. Liu ca out of the family room, seeing everyone’s tense faces, smiled, "You still don’t trust ? At six, she will wake up right on ti."
He looked up at the wall clock calmly and said, "Half an hour to go."
Half an hour left until six.
He turned to Yin Weiyi, "Disciple, co take your master soon."
Yin Weiyi was full of doubt, could it really be this amazing? Is he really that skilled?
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the ti pointed exactly to six o’clock.
Intensive Care Unit.
Bo Yimo was sitting on the couch, staring at her, his eyes hiding a turbulent undercurrent.
Watching the ti approach, yet Tong Yan showed no signs of waking.
The dark aura around Bo Yimo was tense, growing even more obvious.
Just then, Tong Yan’s hand moved slightly, then returned to stillness, so quickly it seed like an illusion; then her hand moved again.
Bo Yimo suddenly stood up, calling out, "Baby?"
Seeing Bo Yimo’s movent, others rushed into the ICU, surrounding Tong Yan with joy.
As the clock struck six, Tong Yan, under everyone’s gaze, opened her eyes.
Yin Weiyi suppressed the urge to scream, "Busty girl, busty girl, I’m so glad you’re okay."
Tong Yan had just woken, unresponsive, her expression wooden, pale, weak, even a bit confused.
Seeing her lack of reaction, Yin Weiyi joked, "Busty girl, did you lose your mory?"
"Who are you?"
This question shocked everyone; what did it an?
Yin Weiyi, in disbelief, "Busty girl, don’t scare . I’m your Yiyi; you were shot in the back, not the head. I refuse to believe it."
#The amnesia trope is such an old overused cliché, not fun at all, okay#
Despite saying this, Tong Yan still looked clueless.
Everyone fell silent.
Her mory loss was definitely not good news for them.
If she’s lost her mory, what do they do? Most importantly, what does Young Master Mo do?
Thinking this, everyone looked to Bo Yimo.
Bo Yimo bent down slightly, flicked her forehead gently, his voice soft and indulgent, "You little rascal."
Tong Yan smiled at them all, still in a daze, "Just a little joke, didn’t an to worry you, sorry."
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