Mu Shuiling breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could cheer, she saw Mosjue again and said, "In this regard, I like to fight protracted wars. So, take good care of your body!"
For a moment, Mu Shuiling didn't want his wound to heal.
She had a premonition that one day in the future, she would be eaten and wiped away by Moscow without leaving any trace.
***
The next day, Mosjue got up early because of something, and she slept until after ten o'clock until Xiao Mu brought her food.
"Miss, when will you be discharged from the hospital?" During the meal, Xiao Mu sat in front of Mu Shuiling and chatted with her.
"It's probably going to take another week." Mu Shuling continued complaining, "Moss-Just will not let me be discharged from the hospital early."
She was originally worried about Mosjue's refusal to release her early, but after last night, she thought that she would be safer to stay in the hospital now.
"I think Mr. Mo is important to you, Miss. I am afraid that your wound will not heal completely and will have sequelae, so I will not let you be discharged from the hospital early." Xiao Mu couldn't help laughing.
Mu Shuiling put down his chopsticks and pinched Xiao Mu's face without hesitation, "Stupid girl, just make fun of you."
"No, I'm just telling the truth." Xiao Mu touched his pinched face and looked at Mu Shuiling with a little aggrievedly.
"Go, ignore you, my meal is still delicious." I have been used to eating light food these days. Aunt Pei felt sorry for her and was afraid that she would become thinner, so she secretly added some braised beef to her.
Although it was very rare, she was very satisfied.
Mu Shuiling was eating her meal voraciously, while Xiao Mu held her chin and stared at her.
Looking at the scar on Mu Shuiling's face, Xiao Mu suddenly said, "Miss, have you noticed that scars on others are like disfigurement. If you have scars on your face, it's a bit more attractive."
Mu Shuing stroked the scar and made a face, "If two more are up, they will become three swords."
Seeing that Mu Shuiling had completely let go, Xiao Mu turned back to her former optimistic one, she couldn't help but smile with relief.
After dinner, Mu Shuiling wanted to go to the garden with Xiao Mu, but as soon as he left the door, he saw Mo Qingxue walking towards him.
Seeing this, Xiao Mu packed up his things and left first.
"Can you be discharged from the hospital?" The two of them walked in the garden with a smile on their faces, completely losing their anger when they met.
Mu Shuling shook his head, "Mosjue insisted that he would stay for a few more days."
Mo Qingxue chuckled, "This hospital can suffocate people to death, so let you stay for a few more days!"
"That's it!" Mu Shuiling also protested, "No one comes to accompany me every day. No matter what, you have to come to see me every day for the rest of the time."
Regardless of whether Mo Qingxue agrees or not, Mu Shuiling is determined.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, how long has it been? I really learned my brother's domineeringness." Mo Qingxue's smile became more obvious, "Okay, I reluctantly agreed."
Mu Shuing nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Actually, I'm very curious, are you a mixed race or a British?"
"I am the same as my brother, both of them are mixed-race. My mother is Chinese and my father is British."
The first time she met Mosjue, she thought he loved beauty, and with a contact lens, her eyes would be blue. But in the end she realized that she didn't slap her face and pretended to be fat. Sometimes she often listened to her in the villa
Mossor spoke fluent English and realized that his identity was not simple.