After lunch, Yan An took the two little ones out for a walk.
On the bench, Yan An sat in the middle, and Chu Qinuo and Bo Zimu sat on his left and right respectively.
Looking at the roller coaster not far away, Yan An smiled slightly, then turned his head to look at Bo Zimu and asked: "How is your mother awake?"
Bo Zimu shook his head slightly and replied, "Not yet." ” "Hmm."
Yan An pursed his lips, just nodded, and didn't say anything more.
Chu Qinuo couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't my mother wake up after sleeping for so long?"
Yan An rubbed her hair and chuckled: "She's just tired, don't worry, she'll wake up sooner or later." ” Yan Yanqi was seriously injured in the head, and the doctor was not sure when she would wake up, but the doctor said that if she could wake up, it would be considered lucky, but there must be sequelae.
Temporary blindness, temporary amnesia, impaired intelligence, and more.
It was a blessing in misfortune that she could be pulled back from the ghost gate.
It's not like Lu Jiushu, who was already dying when he was sent to the warship.
Probably just arrived in the imperial capital, Lu Jiushu didn't hold on, and he didn't have time to send him to the hospital.
Lu Jiushu was shot, although the wound was not a fatal wound like the heart or the head, but he lost too much blood, and his death was just an instant.
He is Lu Jiushu, and he is not an immortal with an immortal body, and he is not afraid of bullets and bullets.
He's also human, he's going to be wounded, he's going to bleed, he's going to cry, he's going to die An ordinary teenager.
In the evening, Bo Qichen had been in the Bo family's old house because of some things, and after being busy, he found that it was already night.
He pushed open the bedroom door, and it was dark and the curtains were tightly drawn.
He turned to close the door, then turned on the light in the room as he walked in.
The warm light sprinkled down, and Bo Qichen subconsciously looked at the big bed while taking off his coat.
On the empty big bed, the quilt was a little messy, and there was not a single figure in sight Bo Qichen pointed his fingers, and he didn't remember to put down his coat, so he hurriedly ran over, and then looked around for something.
The bathroom was also empty.
What about people pressed the inner line, Bo Qichen called the servant on an errand, and the servant shook his head and said that he didn't see anyone going downstairs.
Nan Yi and several people also rushed over when they heard the sound.
"What's the matter, Seventh Master" looked at the maid who was being reprimanded and cried, Nan Yi raised his hand and motioned for them all to go out.
Ouyang Zuo looked inside and found that the bed was empty, and couldn't help but wonder: "What about Xiao Qi?"
Bo Qichen took a deep breath, "It's gone." ” Ouyang Zuo's eyes widened.
Suddenly, a wind blew in behind him, and Bo Qichen subconsciously turned around and saw the shaking curtains.
Striding over, he pulled open the heavy curtains, and then found that the doors of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not closed, so that the wind blew in.
It's winter and it's cold.
How could the door of the floor-to-ceiling window be open.
Walking to the balcony, Bo Qichen saw the rope tied to the fence.
"Xiao Qi ran away" Several people came over, Ouyang Zuo swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but say.
Obviously, it was run.
Bo Qichen rubbed his forehead with a headache, turned around and pushed a few people away, and hurriedly walked out of the bedroom.
Although more than half a year has passed, the injuries on Yan Yanqi's body are almost healed.
But just running out like that, without saying a word, it was hard for him not to wonder if something was wrong with her
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