Chapter 1201
Muyazhe was relieved to untie the gauze and apply the medicine again.
His movements were very serious and gentle, and his technique was very professional. There was a cold touch on the wound. She could not help shivering.
"Pain?" He raised his eyes and was nervous.
Cloud poetry lips, but silence, speechless.
Muyazhe continued the movement on her hand, bandaged the wound for her, then stood up suddenly, just turned around.
Yunshishi reaches out his hand and encircles his waist uneasily.
Muyazhe was stunned by his body.
"Don't go..."
She was afraid
Really scared
"Don't go, muyazhe I didn't mean to stab you... "
Her throat choked, her voice broke, and her embrace of him grew tighter.
"Don't go..."
She looks helpless, like a boat drifting on the sea, floating and sinking, stormy and rainy, uncertain.
Muyazhe sat back to the bedside and held her in his arms. He gently stroked her trembling back with his big hand and said in a deep voice, "they will be OK. Don't be afraid! With me, I won't let them go wrong! "
"Really?" She was suspicious, but her face was still uneasy.
"Well! Poetry, I, you, xiaoyichen, Youyou, four, one will not be less. "
Muyazhe hugged her a little.
Yun Shishi pursed his lips, held back his tears and uneasiness, and instead surrounded his waist, burying his face in his chest, but he could no longer contain the fear in his heart.
The hot tears ironed his skin.
More like a knife, mu Yazhe hung his head and kissed her on the brow.
"Don't be afraid."
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps at the door.
Yunshishi was surprised and looked up, but saw Mu Sheng let the nurse help him and came in.
Overnight, the old man suddenly aged a lot, white hair hyperplasia, the wrinkles on his face is a lot of deep.
He went into the ward and stopped by the bed to look at her.
Previously, when he learned that he had always been a thief as a daughter, mu Wanrou was not the real flesh and blood of Mu Qingcheng, but in his eyes, the cloud poetry that he had always hated was actually the daughter of Mu Qingcheng!
After learning the truth, Mu Sheng was shocked for a long time and couldn't accept it.
In this way, he has been regarded as an intruder and a woman who is not clean. The cloud poetry is the child he has been searching for for for more than ten years?!
And mu Wanrou is just a fake who takes her identity away!?
The fact was too much for him to accept for a moment.
On that day, when he was walking in Xiangdan, he was so angry that he couldn't see the appearance of Chu Yunshi's poems. In his anger, he even started to deal with her!?
At the thought of it, anger, doubt, regret, self reproach, pain In a flash.
I don't know what it's like!
As soon as yunshishi saw him, he was very angry. His face suddenly sank. He asked coldly, "what are you doing?"
"I......"
Mu Sheng choked for a while. He was silent for a long time, but his face was no longer sharp. There was some fragility in the old voice line: "let me see you..."
He was careful in his tone.
He looked at her, the remorse and remorse in his eyes were no need to hide.
Mu Sheng looks at the beautiful features of Yun's poems. The more seriously he looks at them, the more he can find the shadow of Mu Qingcheng on her face.
Yes, it is.
Especially between the eyes and eyebrows, it is the same with the charm, and you can easily see the shadow of moqingcheng from her face.
His movements were very serious and gentle, and his technique was very professional. There was a cold touch on the wound. She could not help shivering.
"Pain?" He raised his eyes and was nervous.
Cloud poetry lips, but silence, speechless.
Muyazhe continued the movement on her hand, bandaged the wound for her, then stood up suddenly, just turned around.
Yunshishi reaches out his hand and encircles his waist uneasily.
Muyazhe was stunned by his body.
"Don't go..."
She was afraid
Really scared
"Don't go, muyazhe I didn't mean to stab you... "
Her throat choked, her voice broke, and her embrace of him grew tighter.
"Don't go..."
She looks helpless, like a boat drifting on the sea, floating and sinking, stormy and rainy, uncertain.
Muyazhe sat back to the bedside and held her in his arms. He gently stroked her trembling back with his big hand and said in a deep voice, "they will be OK. Don't be afraid! With me, I won't let them go wrong! "
"Really?" She was suspicious, but her face was still uneasy.
"Well! Poetry, I, you, xiaoyichen, Youyou, four, one will not be less. "
Muyazhe hugged her a little.
Yun Shishi pursed his lips, held back his tears and uneasiness, and instead surrounded his waist, burying his face in his chest, but he could no longer contain the fear in his heart.
The hot tears ironed his skin.
More like a knife, mu Yazhe hung his head and kissed her on the brow.
"Don't be afraid."
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps at the door.
Yunshishi was surprised and looked up, but saw Mu Sheng let the nurse help him and came in.
Overnight, the old man suddenly aged a lot, white hair hyperplasia, the wrinkles on his face is a lot of deep.
He went into the ward and stopped by the bed to look at her.
Previously, when he learned that he had always been a thief as a daughter, mu Wanrou was not the real flesh and blood of Mu Qingcheng, but in his eyes, the cloud poetry that he had always hated was actually the daughter of Mu Qingcheng!
After learning the truth, Mu Sheng was shocked for a long time and couldn't accept it.
In this way, he has been regarded as an intruder and a woman who is not clean. The cloud poetry is the child he has been searching for for for more than ten years?!
And mu Wanrou is just a fake who takes her identity away!?
The fact was too much for him to accept for a moment.
On that day, when he was walking in Xiangdan, he was so angry that he couldn't see the appearance of Chu Yunshi's poems. In his anger, he even started to deal with her!?
At the thought of it, anger, doubt, regret, self reproach, pain In a flash.
I don't know what it's like!
As soon as yunshishi saw him, he was very angry. His face suddenly sank. He asked coldly, "what are you doing?"
"I......"
Mu Sheng choked for a while. He was silent for a long time, but his face was no longer sharp. There was some fragility in the old voice line: "let me see you..."
He was careful in his tone.
He looked at her, the remorse and remorse in his eyes were no need to hide.
Mu Sheng looks at the beautiful features of Yun's poems. The more seriously he looks at them, the more he can find the shadow of Mu Qingcheng on her face.
Yes, it is.
Especially between the eyes and eyebrows, it is the same with the charm, and you can easily see the shadow of moqingcheng from her face.