The first version of the Rabbit Raising Plan

"Miss He..." A girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, and He Yiting's brows were furrowed again.

"You are……?"

The man paused for a moment before slowly opening his mouth, "Hi, Miss He, I'm... Zhan He."

Jen Ho...

How could He Yiting not know who Zhan He was? That person was Mobocheng's original fiancée. It was because Mobocheng insisted on marrying He Yiting that his parents canceled their engagement with Zhanhe.

But this can't eliminate Zhan He's feelings for Mobo City, which is why He Yiting clenched her hands unconsciously after hearing the other party's name.

"Miss Zhan...why do you hold Bocheng's mobile phone?"

The other party laughed lightly before finally speaking slowly, "Because I just passed by... Now they are at Fuxing General Hospital, come here quickly."

"it is good……"

He Yiting immediately picked up her things and took a taxi there, but the man just watched her leave silently, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he made a self-deprecating smile.

When He Yiting arrived at the hospital, the doctor had just finished the operation, and the doctor in a white coat came over and smiled apologetically at He Yiting.

"Mrs. Mo, we have tried our best..."

When He Yiting heard the doctor's words, her body was as weak as if her soul had been drained, and her legs fell as if they could no longer support the weight of her body. It was the doctor who helped her.

"Mrs. Mo..."

"My husband and son..." He Yiting interrupted the doctor, tears streaming down her face like pearls, "Bocheng...Xiao He..."

The doctor helped her to the chair, and the nurse at the side came over with a white sheet, "Mrs. Mo, your son's injury is not serious because someone helped him block it, but a child can't bear such a shock. So there may be some sequelae..."

He Yiting didn't listen to what the nurse said. She only knew that on her son's eighth birthday, her husband passed away, and her son might remember this day forever. She regretted that she didn't pick him up at primary school on time. She picked up Mo He on time, so now they must be a happy family having dinner at the restaurant to celebrate Mo He's eighth birthday.

He Yiting didn't know how she got to Mo He's ward, but seeing his small body lying on the huge hospital bed, her originally rosy lips turned pale, and her head was still wrapped in gauze, He Yiting only felt that her My heart hurts like it's being grabbed.

"Mo Xiaohe..." He Yiting walked slowly to the hospital bed, she stretched out her hand to touch his bloodless face, and slowly moved from the face to the eyebrows, Mohe's eyebrows looked like Mobo City, He Yiting was afraid, When Mohe grows up, he will become more and more like Mobo City. Will she still be able to look at him calmly by then?

She doesn't know, she really doesn't know.

The things supporting her were gone, He Yiting lowered her eyes, and when she opened them again, the way she looked at Mo He changed, and an idea gradually emerged in her heart and took shape.

In the next few days, He Yiting was busy dealing with the funeral in Mobo City, and Mo He also woke up two days after the car accident.

After these few days of devastation, He Yiting looked like she was ten years old in an instant, her complexion was very bad, and she looked very haggard.

And Mo He looked out of the window every day, the leaves on the tree were rustling by the wind, his eyes looked into the distance as if they were out of focus, he just sat quietly on the bed and maintained that posture for several Hours without moving.

It wasn't until the moment the door was opened that Mo He quickly lay back on the bed, only revealing a pair of eyes outside the quilt.

Mo He's big eyes rolled around, and then fixed on the woman who was closing the door. The faint rose fragrance from the woman spread into Mo He's nose, and Mo He frowned. He Yiting obviously doesn't like wearing perfume, but today But I don't know why I put on perfume.

He Yiting put a bowl of rice on the cabinet next to her, without any expression on her face, she just said a word without any emotion, "Eat."

He didn't know why when he woke up, his mother seemed to be a different person, she didn't smile at him, and she spoke very briefly, with no more than five words in one sentence.

Don't be afraid, afraid of He Yiting like this, but he is like a coward, he dare not ask, he dare not, the answer he is afraid to hear is...

The little hands under the quilt were tightly clenched into fists. Mo He pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to pick up the lunch box on the side. After opening the lunch box, he saw that it was his favorite braised pork. Although he liked it, when Mo He ate it When he took the first bite, he felt very sour, not the braised pork sour, but his heart was sour.

In addition to being sour, it was painful and tingling. Mo He closed his eyes and buried his head in his meal. When he raised his head again, He Yiting was gone. He didn't notice when she left, but Mo He But I feel more pain in my heart.

Mo He slowly put down the lunch box, tears also fell slowly, his hands were hanging by his sides as if powerless, his eyes closed slowly, the tears on both sides of his face did not stop, and kept flowing slowly, Mo He Although He didn't know what happened, he knew that he was probably hated...

But Mo He didn't dare to think deeply. He watched He Yiting bring him meals with a blank expression every day, and then left immediately. In the end, he seemed to be bored. He just asked someone to prepare the meals for him without even showing his face.

Due to psychological factors, Mo He's recovery was very slow, and He Yiting seemed impatient. Regardless of the doctor's words, she insisted on helping Mo He go through the discharge procedures, and then took Mo He back to the countryside.

Mo He sat in the back seat and watched the fast-moving scenery outside the window without saying a word. His eyes were exhausted, and He Yiting, who was in the driver's seat, was not much better. Just the bruises under her eyes could tell how much she had. I haven't slept well.

No one spoke in the car, only the shallow breathing of the two of them. He Yiting didn't say until the car stopped, "Get out of the car."

Mo He looked at He Yiting, then picked up his small backpack and opened the door to get out of the car. He remembered this place, this is the place he would come to every year, where Grandpa Mo He lived.

Mo He's grandma died of illness a long time ago. At that time, Mo Bocheng and He Yiting wanted to bring him to live in the city so that he could take care of him, but the old man refused because he and Mo He's grandma had been here since they got married. address.

"Xiao Ting..."

An old voice came from the house, followed by a shambling silver-haired old man, with wrinkles mercilessly leaving traces of time on his face, the old man walked slowly towards He Yiting, his eyes were crooked, and the corners of his mouth were also hooked up.

"Dad..." He Yiting took a step forward to support Mr. He, "Why did you come out? Didn't you just wait for me to come back?"

Mr. He looked at Mo He who was standing beside the car, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, "Xiao Ting..."

He Yiting knew that Mr. He had seen the clues. After all, Mo He always stuck by her side every time she came back. He had never stood there obediently waiting for her. He Yiting looked down at Mr. He's wrinkled face. When he raised his head again, there was a painful smile on his face.

"Dad... I might need to adjust..."

"It's okay." Mr. He patted his beloved daughter's hand, then let go of her and walked slowly towards his grandson, "Mo Xiaohe, what are you doing standing there? Come and show grandpa."

Mo He looked up at Old Man He who was as kind to him as usual, suddenly felt his eyes were inexplicably sore, he took small steps and walked in front of Old Man He and looked up at him.

"Grandpa... Where is Dad?" Mo He expressed the doubts in his heart. When he was in the hospital, he saw that He Yiting was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to ask, but he knew that at the last moment when he lost consciousness, he saw He Yiting was in a bad mood. Go to Mobo City and run to yourself.

A soft and waxy voice came out of Mo He's mouth, and Mr. He looked at him with a puzzled expression, his heart seemed to be hit by something.

He knew that He Yiting had told him before coming here, but he didn't know that the situation was worse than he imagined. He didn't expect He Yiting to be so cruel that he didn't even care about his son, and Mo He seemed to be ignorant of the truth.

Mr. He didn't know how to help them better. He knew that his daughter loved Mobo City very much, and he also liked Mobo City very much. From the first time he saw Mobo City, he loved Mobo City. The impression of the city is very good.

But God always likes to forcibly deprive people of things they like, and no one knows that this kind of thing will happen. Mr. He turned his head and looked at He Yiting who was walking home, feeling very sad.

"Come in first." Mr. He held Mo He's hand, and the two walked into the house slowly.

When Mr. He knew that He Yiting was going home to live, he tidied up the room, so when they came back, they only had to put their things away and they could move in.

Although He Yiting is not as usual, as a mother, she still helps Mo He take care of everything, but she doesn't smile at Mo He like before, and doesn't play with Mo He like before.

He Yiting tidied up the things, Mr. He also prepared the dinner, and Mo He also sensibly helped to set the dishes. He Yiting who came out of the room looked at Mo He who was running back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table, her heart seemed to be caught. She imagined treating Mo He the same way as before, but she found that she was afraid that Mo He would leave her when she grew up, and that she and Mo Bocheng's only son would also leave her.