Chapter 710

I don't like it, but I don't hate it much. Because so many days of getting along with each other, Yun's poems are modest and have no sharp points.

Once, Yang Mi nearly fainted in the heat stroke. However, Yun Shishi found out her abnormal state in time and sent her to the infirmary.

On the way, she vomited because of heatstroke and soiled yunshishi's clothes, but she didn't show a trace of disgust on her face.

Maybe from that day on, Yang Mi changed her mind completely, but because of Yan Bingqing, Yang Mi can't show how close she is.

Compared with Yun's poems, Yang Mi hates Yan Bingqing a little more. She bullies other actors in the group by virtue of her excellent backstage.

The hype way of holding high and trampling low and unscrupulous means is disgusting to the heart.

But Yang Mi dare not fight Yan Bingqing.

She is not Yan Bingqing's opponent.

However, just now, when Yang Mi saw that mu Yazhe looked at Yan Bingqing's murderous eyes, Yang Mi suddenly understood how heavy Yun's poetry was in the heart of this powerful man.

Is Yun's poetry a man of Mu Yazhe?

For so many years in the circle, she saw not many faces of muyashen, but for the first time in her life, she saw expressions other than indifference and coldness on this man's face.

Before that, she even thought that there was nothing that could change the color of the man.

Yun poetry is one.

Yang Mi then took the opportunity to take advantage of the position of cloud poetry in the heart of Mu Yazhe to eliminate Yan Bingqing, the thorn in the flesh.

She was determined that Yan Bingqing would hurt Yun's poems to such an extent that she would never let her go.

……

In the Murdoch private hospital.

The doctor's office is lifeless and tense, like a taut bow string, which is on fire.

Yun Shishi lies on the diagnosis and treatment bed, with his eyes closed, still not awake. The whole person is almost silent.

On one side, the nurse stood trembling, looking at the cold man sitting on the chair.

The doctor held the examination report and looked back and forth. Even though he pretended to be calm, the hand holding the report was still slightly shaking.

Muyazhe stared at him expressionless, his thin lips curled into a cold and proud arc. Just sitting there without saying a word, the aura was enough to frighten people.

A nurse came in with the medicine. As soon as he made some movements, his sharp eyes stabbed him. He ordered coldly, "be quiet!"

That look, still like a sharp sword, cold, not yet sheath, but enough to be feared.

"Sorry! Sorry, young master, I didn't mean to! "

The nurse apologized nervously.

Mu Yazhe's eyes are bright and cold: "don't you want to be quiet? Shut up. "

"Yes." The nurse immediately clenched her lips and dared not make any more noise.

He turned his eyes again and looked at the doctor, who was horrified by his cold eyes. The man's aura was so terrible that he sat in front of him, some could not be indifferent.

"How is it? Is the injury serious? " The voice of muyazhe was tense.

The doctor raised his head, cleared his throat and said, "it's serious, but it's not serious."

"I don't want an ambiguous answer." There was a trace of displeasure in Mu Yazhe's eyes.

The doctor immediately said: "the bruise on Miss cloud's face will disappear in time. As for the blood in her eyes, it is because of the external force, the damage and bleeding under the conjunctiva, but there is no big problem. I have given her a cold compress first, and I can recover myself in a few days. "