She still wanted to die, it was difficult to get a car here, and she didn't want to bluff like a police car, so she didn't refuse Jiang Bei to send her away.
Jiang Bei looked back at Mu Mu, stunned.
Mu Mu smiled, obviously he didn't know what happened between her and Lu Yifan, and it was also obvious that it was not Lu Yifan who asked him to pick her up.
She said calmly: "I'm fine, I just bled a little, it's not that pretentious."
Jiang Bei immediately guessed what happened.
I wish I had the guts to call the sponsor and scold him.
Master, master, haven't you heard the saying that if you don't do something, you won't die?
He had seen Mu Mu's stubbornness before, and he did not dare to send her to the hospital, so he sent her directly to the military compound.
The car stopped at the door. Mu Mu did not invite Jiang Bei to sit in. He only bowed to him and thanked him before turning and walking into the house.
Jiang Bei followed her, "Miss Mu Mu, you haven't been back for a long time. How about I go in and help you clean up?"
I'm really anxious, but the young master's phone call can't be reached at this time.
"No, thank you." Mu Mu declined.
When I opened the door, there was still a faint musty smell that hit my nostrils. When I looked up, I saw the fixed smiles of my parents.
She tugged her lips and shrugged, "Very timid, right?"
I dug out Ms. Jiang's medical kit in the study room, which contained Yunnan Baiyao and gauze. I didn't care whether the disinfecting alcohol had expired or not. I'd use it later.
The wound was simply treated and gauze was applied, but the pain caused her internal organs to swell.
The coffee table was left in a mess by her.
The bed was unmade, and it wasn't cold anyway, so she simply lay down on the sofa and stopped moving. There were big beads of sweat on her forehead. She kept wiping them with paper towels, and the wet paper towels were wiped by her one after another.
Throw it to the ground.
At midnight, the sports channel was broadcasting a football match live, and she listened to the exciting football commentary in a daze.
"It's so hot," Mu Mu muttered in a low voice. He turned over and touched the wound. He frowned and whispered softly, "Oh, it hurts."
It's so hot and it hurts. She kept mumbling these two words in her mouth.
A big hand touched her forehead, giving her a slight cooling feeling. She grinned like a child and giggled, "Haha, it's so cool."
"Mom..." She hugged that hand, trying to get more coolness, "Mom, I seem to have a fever."
"No medicine, no intravenous drip, just iced watermelon."
"I want to eat iced watermelon."
"Uh...you are not allowed to complain to Lao Mu."
She held that hand tightly in her arms and kept chattering.
The big hand twitched back hard, and she tightened it in panic, "Mom, I was wrong, I shouldn't let you go. I will spend every Lantern Festival with you from now on, okay? Don't leave, don't leave."
"Wuwu...don't go, I was wrong, don't go, don't go..."
Suddenly, her arms were empty and the big hand disappeared. She started crying, "Mom, Mom."
"Be good, open your mouth and drink some water."
Her head was held up by someone, and a cold object was pressed against her lips, a familiar tenderness and a familiar voice.
Mu Mu opened her mouth obediently and poured the room-temperature water into her throat. One cup was not enough. She greedily grabbed the water cup and raised her head.
"No more, more." She threw the cup aside in frustration.
The cup was thrown to the ground, and she said angrily: "I want to eat watermelon, eat watermelon, iced watermelon, Mom."
