Bai Xiao fell to the ground, her knees bleeding from the friction. Amidst the panicked shouts of passers-by, some ominous premonition made her turn her head to look at where she was standing just now. She was surrounded by passers-by who had gathered. She seemed

I smelled a strong smell of blood.

Next to the bus stop was a construction site. There was a steel scaffolding bouncing around somewhere that made Bai Xiao's face turn pale and her heart sank.

"Call the police! Call an ambulance, hurry up!"

Bai Xiao endured the pain in his feet and rushed over to squeeze through the crowd. What he saw was Pei Qiyou lying in a pool of blood.

"Pray for blessings..." Bai Xiao was stunned, feeling cold and trembling all over his body.

Bright red blood seeped out from his head, his face was as pale as paper, and he completely lost consciousness. Bai Xiao wanted to go over and help him hold down the bleeding wound, but was squeezed away by the medical staff who got off the ambulance.

In a moment, Pei Qiyou was already carried on a stretcher.

Bai Xiao couldn't hear clearly what the passers-by were saying around her. She just grabbed the medical staff's hand and asked, "How is he? How is he?"

"Miss, please let go. We have to rush back to the hospital immediately to rescue the patient."

While Bai Xiao was pushed away, Pei Qiyou was put into the ambulance. His left hand hung weakly from the stretcher, and a wrinkled photo fell out of his palm. On the blood-stained photo, she smiled shyly with a red face.

, head to head with him, holding a marriage certificate in his hand.

That was a photo they took after registering in Las Vegas when she just turned eighteen.

Bai Xiao picked up the photo. She stared at the big boy with eyes full of joy in the photo, and then slowly turned the photo over.

——Honey, I know I was wrong, please forgive me once, okay?

The words gradually blurred in her vision. Bai Xiao squeezed the photo tightly and pressed the ambulance door to close, "I am his wife."

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At 8:30 in the morning, various cars were parked in front of the primary school, and parents were leading their children in one after another.

Yu Jingxi was wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket and fluffy earmuffs outside a yellow hat. She was holding an exquisitely packaged cheese cake in her gloved hands. She stood at the edge of the school gate with a pair of big black eyes looking at people as they came.

People were milling around the house.

"Mr. Yu, do you want to ask the young master to come in? It's winter, how cold it is outside." Jing Xing discussed with the man in the back seat.

Yu Shaoting read various reports attentively, "If it gets cold, he will get in the car himself."

Jing Xing glanced at Yu Jingxi outside the car again, and heard Yu Shaoting's voice in his ears, "What time is it now?"

Jing Xing looked at the notebook on Yu Shaoting's lap. Isn't there a display on the lower right side of the computer screen? But he still looked at his mobile phone, then turned his head to tell the time: "It's eight forty, and the parent-teacher meeting will start in twenty minutes.

."

Yu Shaoting glanced sideways at the lower right corner of the notebook, then glanced at Jing Xing, and then continued to look down at the document.

"Tuk tuk." There was a sudden knock on the car window.

As soon as the window was half lowered, a cold little head poked in: "Dad, what time is it now?"

Yu Shaoting's eyes fell on Yu Jingxi's right hand holding on to the car window, "Didn't you bring a watch?"

"Aren't I afraid that the time will be wrong?" Yu Jingxi said, feeling worried, "Dad, do you think Xiaobai won't come?"

"Didn't you tell her that the parent-teacher conference starts at nine o'clock?" Yu Shaoting asked while reading the report.

Yu Jingxi lay languidly on the car window: "How could I make such a stupid mistake?"

Yu Shaoting had already handed over his mobile phone: "Then give her a call."

In fact, Yu Jingxi had just hidden in the security room behind Yu Shaoting's back and made a call with his small mobile phone, but Bai Xiao's mobile phone was always busy. In order to prevent Yu Shaoting from becoming suspicious, he still took the phone and took out the wrinkled photo.

A small slip of paper to enter the number in a formal manner.

As a result, as soon as I entered the fifth number, "Kiss Xiaobai" and a mobile phone number popped up on the screen.

Yu Jingxi looked at the man in the car in surprise: "Dad, didn't you say you had deleted Xiaobai's number?"

Yu Shaoting glanced at him with a very majestic cold look, and Yu Jingxi shut up obediently, thinking that his father might have asked Xiaobai for it when he wasn't paying attention.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently on a call. Please call again later, sorry..."

Yu Jingxi held the phone and glanced at Yu Shaoting cautiously, "Maybe Xiaobai is also calling us."

Yu Shaoting quietly looked at his son's embarrassed look. He rarely said anything to hurt his young mind, and just looked at the report.

Yu Jingxi returned the phone to Yu Shaoting, said "I'll wait for Xiaobai" and ran away holding her cheesecake.

Jing Xing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, checked his phone. It was already 8:57, and Miss Bai probably wasn't coming back. But he looked at the young master standing at the school gate looking around, and then looked in the rearview mirror.

Seeing the bad-tempered Mr. Yu, he didn't show a trace of impatience and swallowed the words on his lips.

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As soon as Jiang Yingmei got in the car and was about to go home, she received a call that her son had been injured and was sent to the operating room.

As for Mrs. Pei, she learned that the only grandson of the Pei family had suffered a head injury and fell into a deep coma. She fainted immediately.

Jiang Yingmei rushed to the hospital with the support of Aunt Rong. When she saw Bai Xiao with blood-stained hands outside the operating room, her body shook involuntarily.

"Madam!" If it weren't for Aunt Rong's quick eyesight and quick hands, Jiang Yingmei might have fallen to the ground directly.

"Xiaoxiao, what happened?" Jiang Yingmei's eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs. "He was fine when he got up in the morning."

Bai Xiao leaned against the wall absentmindedly, still holding the photo firmly in her hand, staring at the red light above the operating room, and her ears seemed to echo his soft whispers over and over again: "Honey, I know

I was wrong, please forgive me once, okay?"

In the bag on the public seat, the phone vibrated over and over again, but no one noticed.

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"Mr. Yu," Jing Xing turned his head and hesitated to speak. The other parents had all come out after the meeting.

Fine snow like catkins slowly floated in the sky.

At the school gate, Yu Jingxi was holding a cake, with a layer of snowflakes falling on her body, like a naive snow doll.

Yu Shaoting closed his notebook and said, "Call him up."

Jing Xing got out of the car and ran over despite the snow that was coming towards his face, "Young Master, it's almost time, let's go home."

"No, I haven't waited for Xiaobai yet."

Yu Jingxi carefully wiped off the snow on the cake box, "What if I leave now and she can't find me when she comes?"

Jing Xing looked at his phone, it was already ten forty, it would be strange if Miss Bai would still come.

Yu Shaoting got out of the car at some point. Holding a black umbrella, his tall figure walked step by step in the snow. He looked at Yu Jingxi who still refused to give up and said, "Get in the car."

Yu Jingxi shook his head and said seriously: "I'm waiting for Xiaobai. I can't break the appointment."

Yu Shaoting frowned and his tone became cold: "Yu Jingxi, are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? She won't come at all."

"She will come. She may be late due to something else." Yu Jingxi retorted unwillingly.

Yu Shaoting looked at Jing Xing: "Hold him into the car." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the car.

"Young Master...ah!" Jing Xing cried out in pain.

When Yu Shaoting turned around, he saw Yu Jingxi bit Jing Xing hard, broke free from Jing Xing's hands, ran into the school holding the cake.

"Young Master!" Jing Xing pretended to catch up.

"Let him go." Yu Shaoting said coldly, "Since he likes to stay here, then he can stay here as long as he wants."

After saying that, he got into the car and lowered the window, revealing Yu Shaoting's unhappy face, "Do you still want me to invite you in the car?"

Jing Xing turned back step by step and got on the bus, still uneasy and wanted to persuade Yu Shaoting. When he turned his head, he found that Yu Shaoting was leaning on the seat with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes closed, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his face was cold and hard. He was always in a bad mood.

Yu Shaoting's cold voice came from the car: "Drive."

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After the Rolls-Royce at the school gate drove away, a small red figure emerged from a corner.

Yu Jingxi walked to the security room and said, "Grandpa, can you send me a text message?"

The security guard is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He has been working here for several years. Naturally, he has heard of the little Tai Sui in front of him. He usually looks at people with his nose and bullies his classmates. Why did he suddenly do that today?

So polite?

Despite his curiosity, the security guard took a small cartoon phone and started editing text messages for Yu Jingxi, "What should you write?"

"Just write, 'Xiaobai, I'm waiting for you in the classroom. Remember to call me if you arrive and I'll go out to pick you up.'"

After waiting in the security room for a while, the phone still didn't respond.

The security guard looked at this beautiful little boy: "Yu Jingxi, no one from your family seems to be coming to today's parent-teacher meeting, right?"

Yu Jingxi glared at the security guard who suddenly became ignorant, snatched his small cell phone, and left the security room with the cake in his arms.

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The door of the operating room was pushed open, and Mother Pei, who was sitting in the chair, seemed to wake up from a dream, staggering towards her and grabbing the doctor's hand.

"Doctor, how is my son? Is he still alive?"

After experiencing the pain of losing her husband in middle age, and now her son is dying, Jiang Yingmei seems to have aged more than ten years in an instant, with a look of sadness and despair on her face.
To be continued...