A stream of fishy-sweet blood surged out of his throat. Long Qingyue resisted spitting it out, but the pain in his body tore at him a thousand times. His vision gradually turned dark, and his tall body suddenly fell to the ground...
Mu Nuanxin looked at the man who was slowly falling in front of her, and her heart stopped beating at this moment...
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Inside the hospital!
Long Qingyue was lying on the hospital bed, her body soaked with sweat. His brows were furrowed tightly and he kept mumbling something, as if he was dreaming of a very terrible dream. Ai Sui Chuan Xing
"How is he?" Feng Siye stepped forward and touched his forehead, looking worriedly at Ling Shaobai who was taking his temperature and asked.
"The wind and cold entered the body, the rapid fire attacked the heart, and the high fever refused to go away..." Ling Shaobai put down his pen and said, stepped forward and adjusted the speed of the drip on his hand for him.
"This guy wouldn't have been standing under Mu Nuanxin all night last night!" Feng Siye's eyes widened in surprise. It was windy and snowy yesterday, the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees, and he was wearing thin clothes.
Even a tough guy can't stand it!
Ling Shaobai sighed and nodded, "When I rushed over, he was already in a coma. It seemed like this was the first time he was sick since he returned to Long's house."
The two of them turned their attention to the man on the couch at the same time. Perhaps due to the effect of the medicine, he finally calmed down a lot, but he was still mumbling something. Feng Siye quickly put his ear to him and heard him clearly.
Keep repeating that sentence.
I don’t want a divorce…
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Because Mu Qiqi was against anyone who had anything to do with Long Qingyue, Mu Nuanxin had no choice but to ask Tang Xiu for help.
On the day of Mu Luozhong's cremation, Mu Qiqi cried until she fainted, and Mu Nuanxin also cried uncontrollably. Watching her father being pushed into the crematorium, the scene after she was taken back to Mu's house by Mu Luozhong was like a movie.
Flashing through her mind like this, such a vivid person was now separated from her!
Tang Xiu had been accompanying her, and the waiting process was long and painful. She sat on the ground as if she had lost her soul, staring closely at the door of the cremation room.
Mu Qiqi was rescued and immediately rushed over. As if she couldn't accept it, she rushed to the door of the cremation room crazily, kept beating it, and cried out for them to return her father to her...
Fortunately, Tang Xiu had already taken care of everything. Otherwise, given their situation, they might have been kicked out long ago...
When Mu Luozhong's ashes were sent out, Mu Qiqi once again cried unbearably and passed out. Mu Nuanxin held the urns of her sister and father and burst into tears...
The funeral was the next day, and the funeral hall was decorated at home. The Mu family didn't have much money, so the decoration was relatively simple.
Although Tang Xiu wanted to make it more grand, he decided to forget it after thinking about it. The people were already gone, so there was no point in making it more grand.
Moreover, if he did that, Mu Nuanxin would definitely feel uncomfortable, so she kept everything simple according to her wishes.
Among the yellow and white chrysanthemums is a photo of Mulo when he was alive. The photo was from when he was young. He was wearing a snow-white shirt, with black hair, a smile on his face, and he was full of high spirits.
Mu Nuanxin knelt down in mourning clothes and looked at her father in the photo. She couldn't stop crying. In just half a year, the Mu family was ruined. It all happened so suddenly that she still can't believe it.
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Mu Qiqi knelt beside her. Her already thin face was now even thinner. Her originally shining black eyes had long lost their former luster. At this time, she was like a rag doll.
, without a trace of anger...
The Mu family has few relatives and friends. Since Mu Luo Zhong was wronged, all friends have stopped communicating with each other, so no one comes to worship at all...
The deserted hall was so sad...
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In the hospital, Long Qingyue slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the snow-white ceiling above his head and sat up suddenly.
"Yue, you finally woke up, I was scared to death by you!" When Rong Donger saw him waking up, she immediately stood up and supported him, with obvious tears on her beautiful little face.
"Why are you here? Where is Mu Nuanxin?" Long Qingyue covered her head in pain. Her head felt like it had exploded. It hurt like hell and she didn't have any strength left in her body.
Rong Donger's face froze, she quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to him, saying, "Don't talk so much now. You must be thirsty after having been burning for so long. Drink some water first."
Long Qingyue's throat really hurt as if it was on fire. He took the water glass she handed and drank it, which made his throat feel better.
He handed the water cup back to Rong Dong'er, lifted the quilt and was about to get down. Rong Dong'er saw this and quickly stopped him and said, "You just woke up and you still have a fever. You can't move around."
"I'm fine, please get out of the way." Long Qingyue wanted to push her away, but her hands were limp and powerless. He frowned, not expecting that he was so weak.
"Yue, don't be like this, your health is important." Rong Dong'er looked at him distressedly and said.
At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, Ling Shaobai walked in and quickly came to the bed. When Long Qingyue saw him, she immediately asked, "Shaobai, how is the situation over there at Mu Nuanxin?"
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"She's fine over there, don't worry too much." Ling Shaobai replied.
"Yes, now the eighth son of the Tang family is by her side every day, taking care of her." Rong Donger finally couldn't help being ignored by him and said sourly.
Ling Shaobai's dark eyes hidden behind the lenses flashed with sharp light. Then he glanced at the woman aside and asked, "How did Miss Rong know that Tang Xiu was at the Mu family?"
Rong Dong'er secretly screamed in her heart that it was terrible, she almost exposed herself in order to punish her. However, who she was, she didn't show it at all on her face. She said casually, "It was published in the newspaper, saying that the eighth son of the Tang family is in love."
After falling in love with Cinderella, now he and Mu Nuanxin are making headlines every day."
"Haha, really!" Ling Shaobai smiled coldly, ignored her, and began to check Long Qingyue's body.
"How long have I been sleeping? What happened to Mu Nuanxin?" When Long Qingyue heard that Tang Xiu was beside Mu Nuanxin, not only was she not angry, but she felt relieved.
Although he and Tang Xiu are love rivals, and he really doesn't like that man, Mu Nuanxin's current situation requires someone to help her by her side, so that he can rest assured.
"It's been three days. Today is Mu Luozhong's funeral. The little girl from the Mu family is extremely repulsive to me and Feng Siye. We went several times but she kicked us out..." Ling Shaobai felt helpless.
To put it bluntly, the real situation is that both he and Feng Siye were beaten like crazy by that little girl with a stick.
It is estimated that in the eyes of the little one now, anyone related to this matter is her father-killing enemy.
