Mu Nuanxin returned to the hospital ward, and Yang Peijie had woken up, but at this time she was like a wooden person without a soul, her eyes were like a dry well, without a trace of popularity or brightness...
Mu Luo Zhong was her sky. Now that he was sentenced to death, her sky fell...
Mu Qiqi was also there. She was sitting by the bed crying. Her neatly combed ponytail was torn into a mess, her clothes were dirty and messy, and there were obvious scratches on her face and neck.
"Qiqi, what happened? Did you get into a fight with someone else?" Mu Nuanxin hid her inner sadness and quickly came to her sister, pulling her up from the chair distressedly and asking.
"Sister... they said dad was a corrupt criminal... dad was not corrupt at all, he was wronged... they are all bad people... wu wu..." Yu Qiqi stood up crying, her eyes were red, and she looked at him with a stubborn expression.
elder sister.
"You are right, dad was wronged. We cannot allow anyone to slander dad!" Mu Nuan held her sister tightly in her arms and said firmly in her voice.
"Sister, what should we do? My father has been sentenced to death. I don't want my father to die. I don't want to lose my father." Yu Qiqi cried and hugged her sister tightly.
"There will be a way, there will always be a way..." Mu Nuanxin murmured, as long as her father has not been executed, they will have a chance to vindicate his father and save him.
When Yang Peijie saw Mu Nuanxin, her originally stagnant eyes suddenly lit up. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Nuanxin's hand and said, "Nuanxin, you must have a way to save your father, right? Otherwise, you go again
Brother Qiuxiong... doesn't he like you? You can accompany him again, and you can beg him again..."
"Mom, what are you talking about? What about Brother Xiong? What about liking my sister? What about accompanying him again?" Although Mu Qiqi was only ten years old, she could hear something in her mother's words, so she couldn't help but soften her tone, and there was a hint of color in her eyes.
Angry.
"If your child can't help, then don't worry so much... Warm-hearted... Please see that I have raised you in the Mu family for ten years, and Luo Zhong treats you like his own daughter, can you save him? We
We can't just watch him die..." Yang Peijie finished speaking in pain, covered her face and started crying again.
Mu Nuanxin's chest felt tight again. She didn't want to save her father, but her mother's solution was to ask her to go to bed with the man.
Suddenly there was a trace of sadness in her heart. If she were her mother's biological daughter, would she still be willing to treat herself like this?
The answer is self-evident...
"Mom...please let me think of another way..."
"Okay, Nuanxin, Mom believes you will find a way."
"Sister..." Mu Qiqi held her sister's hand anxiously.
"Go to the nurse and apply some medicine. The scar will not heal. Mom, please rest for a while and we will go back." After Mu Nuanxin finished speaking, she left the ward with Mu Qiqi...
When she arrived at the nurse's station, Mu Nuanxin asked the nurse for some medicine. Then she took Mu Qiqi to sit on a bench outside the ward and began to give her medicine.
"Sister, what happened to your face?" Mu Qiqi looked at her face worriedly. Her cheeks were swollen and the corners of her mouth were cracked. It was obvious that she had been slapped.
You know without asking, it must be because of dad...
"Sister, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged..." Mu Qiqi reached out and touched her sister's injured cheek, and couldn't help but shed tears.
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