My forehead is so hot! Is Mu Shiqin having a fever? I was suddenly startled and stood up quickly, but his hand grabbed me tightly without knowing when. "Don't go." The voice was soft, but I heard it clearly.
I turned around in shock, but he still frowned and his face turned red. Was he in his sleep? Looking at the hand holding mine, I sighed.
Sitting next to him, I pressed the alarm bell in the hospital and waited for the arrival of nurses and doctors. This hospital is Mu Shiqin's exclusive hospital, and this room is an absolute VIP room. From the previous attitude,
It can be seen how much the nurses and doctors attach great importance to Mu Shiqin's safety. But that's right, money can make ghosts go around, let alone people.
The door was pushed open with great force, and the doctor in white coat rushed over. Before I could speak, he saw Mu Shiqin's red face. Then he turned to look at me. I knew what he meant, but I couldn't move.
The hands holding mine were so tight that they didn't even look like the hands of a patient. When several nurses came over and saw this situation, their eyes flashed with disdain.
"This is inflammation caused by the wound. Prepare disinfectant and intravenous drip." The doctor ordered, and several nurses ran outside.
I have to say that this hospital is very efficient. Mu Shiqin's emergency situation was dealt with in less than a moment. The doctor looked up at me and smiled: "Don't worry, Mu Shiqin only has a slight fever, take good care of him.
"
I nodded, looked at my clasped hands, and smiled at him.
Unexpectedly, this smile made him stunned.
"Uh? What's wrong? What's wrong?" I looked at his reaction and subconsciously covered my face.
The doctor seemed to have just woken up and showed his white teeth again: "Sorry, I was distracted just now. But, Miss Ye, you have a pair of pure eyes."
I reflexively wanted to express my gratitude, but he had already opened the door and left. Touching my eyes, I smiled softly. If a ten-year-old girl was praised like this by others, she might reply with a smile, "Me too.
feel."
When a twenty-year-old girl is praised like this by others, she may smile and say: "Really? Thank you!" But now when I, a woman in my late thirties, hear this sentence, I can only have a helpless smile and pure eyes.
What? I thought that I had already been crushed by the secular world, and my heart was already gray. How could my eyes still be pure?
"Ruoxi, don't go!" Rapid breathing interrupted my thoughts. I turned around and didn't know when that handsome face had become distorted. I grabbed Mu Shiqin's hand, felt his disordered breath, and whispered: "
Shiqin, Shiqin, wake up?"
"Ruoxi, come back, I said you will be mine for the rest of your life and you can't leave."
"Ruoxi, where are you? The wisteria flowers are blooming, have you seen them??"
"Ruoxi, where have you been when you come back!"
"Ruoxi, don't try to escape from me. Even if I can't get your heart, I still want to get your person."
His words were rapid and strong, but I laughed sarcastically. When a person looks back on the past and thinks of the love that passed through his life like a shooting star, he often blames the miss on fate. This is actually wrong.
This beautiful lie that regards mistakes as providence is just self-deception. In the final analysis, fate is too
Ethereal, what really affects us is often the moment or two of meeting and falling in love. The interactions between men and women are full of uneasy uncertainty and hesitant reserve. A small variable can completely change the situation.
Change the direction of your choice, so if you miss it, you will always pass by and go further and further away.
Yes, if you miss it, you will always pass by. I am not the wisteria flower that waited for you a few years ago, dazzling and brilliant. I once abandoned my dignity, just to get your sincerity. I once did not hesitate to carry it on my back
I got a reputation just to be with you. But what did I get? Your betrayal and your so-called responsibility have made the distance between you and me farther and farther.
"Brother-in-law, we can't go back." I whispered in his ear, my tone soft and ethereal. Why don't I want to? Why don't I want to go back to that romantic and innocent era, feel your warm breath, and feel your boundless
My love. Waiting for you to stand in the center of the stage and accept the worship of the whole world. Or if you feel tired, you can grow old together with me, then die together, and go to heaven or hell together, or the six reincarnations.
together!!!
But Mu Shiqin, this world is not your stage. It will not exist because of you or die because of you. Unless you are a woman who regards you as the whole life. Now to me, you are no longer worthy.
As if he sensed my emotions, his hand tightened even more. I was unable to resist, so I lay softly on his chest and looked at the flowers blooming and falling outside, and the clouds rolling and relaxing.
"Ruoxi, I love you!" Like an oath, when the low and bitter voice fell from my ears, I looked up at him blankly. The man who controlled the national group world had a tear falling on his cheek.
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The bangs flowed softly, and the clear tears brought back memories related to the past. I hugged his arms, held those generous hands, and carried the colorful fallen flowers in my memory to find the one we had promised.