After dinner, Mu Qingchi went to wash the dishes very consciously. Seeing her obediently washing the dishes, He Ma's face looked a little ugly.
After Mu Qingchi finished washing the dishes, she took Mu Qingchi upstairs again.
"You stay here with the young master at night. The doctor said that it is not good for the young master to lie flat like this all the time. He has to turn over every two hours. Please watch the time and don't be lazy."
Mu Qingchi nodded and agreed one by one, and then Mother He left.
The room became quiet, except for Mu Qingchi and the man lying on the bed. Their breathing could be heard clearly in the quiet room.
Mu Qingchi sat quietly by the bed and looked at the motionless man on the bed, as if he saw his mother.
She missed her father and mother so much, but she didn't dare to call or send messages to her father. The masked man told her that she couldn't contact her family.
I don’t know how my mother is doing now. Will she wake up?
I really hope she can wake up! Thinking of his mother and looking at the unconscious man on the bed, the sympathy in Mu Qingchi's heart deepened.
He was still so young, and although she didn't know him, she sincerely hoped that he would wake up.
After He Ma left the room, she went to the next room, knocked on the door gently, and called the young master respectfully in a low voice.
Only dim wall lamps were lit in the room. The tall man stood by the window with his back to the door, his voice cold and clear, "She didn't say anything?"
"No, she is very docile. She doesn't object to anything I ask her to do."
"Haha, this woman is not simple. She is as good at disguise as Jiang Yuru. I underestimated her!"
"Yes, I also think she is as despicable as Jiang Yuru. Women in the Jiang family are not good people. What will the young master do next?"
"You don't have to worry about it, I will arrange the rest." He Ma agreed and backed out gently.
The man by the window stood quietly for a while, and then turned around.
The silver mask on his face shone dimly under the light of the wall lamp, and his expression could not be seen clearly. He could only vaguely see the eyes behind the mask, which were deep and indifferent, with an indescribable coldness.
Mu Qingchi waited in the room for two hours, then got up and helped the person on the bed turn over.
The man lying on the bed was completely unconscious. She used a lot of effort to help him turn over. When turning over, her hand accidentally touched the mask on the man's face.
Mu Qingchi's hand paused. How could Ji Zhanbai wear the same mask as the masked man?
What is his relationship with the masked man?
Now that there is no one, should she take off the mask on his face and see what he looks like?
Mu Qingchi thought in his mind and stretched out his hand, but suddenly retracted it after touching the mask.
Mother He just made it very clear, don’t ask questions that shouldn’t be asked. Since you can’t ask questions, you shouldn’t be able to move around, right?
She is here to celebrate now. People in the Ji family obviously don't like her, so she should be honest and not do anything to make others unhappy.
Thinking like this, Mu Qingchi sat back on the sofa obediently. She didn't know that the man with a silver mask was staring at her at the monitor in the next room.
Seeing Mu Qingchi raise his hand, a cold light flashed in Ji Zhanbai's eyes, thinking that he would see Mu Qingchi take off his mask soon, but Mu Qingchi gave up taking off his mask in just a moment.
Seeing Mu Qingchi give up taking off his mask, Ji Zhanbai showed a disappointed expression.
Mu Qingchi stared at the time and helped the man on the bed turn over again, then sat back on the sofa.
It was already midnight, and because he didn't sleep well last night, Mu Qingchi on the sofa began to feel sleepy.
She set an alarm on her phone, leaned on the sofa and took a nap.
Seeing Mu Qingchi lying motionless on the sofa and falling into a deep sleep, the door of the cloakroom in the room opened quietly.
