CEO Above, Me Below

Chapter 445: Mu Qianchu's eye disease recurrence

Chapter 445: Mu Qianchu's eye disease recurrence

He seems to be more resistant to treatment than before, and he will not insist on it.

Besides, there are no doctors in the world who dare to make sure that they will be cured, except for the Lancaster Mona, but they are not likely to ask her now.

She only needs to stabilize him by herself, accompanying him 24 hours a day, letting his temper converge.

"Say it again."

Miyao likes to listen to her.

"I love you, Miyako."

When Xiao Nian said.

"Uh huh."

Miyau proudly raised her eyebrows and carried her forward and stepped into their car.

Italy.

The sun shines, but the light in the bar is dark, like the night, the lights are dazzling.

The big bar is empty, the air is full of alcohol, but no one.

The corner sofa in the corner, a slender figure sitting there, the slender fingers holding a glass of wine, a short hair under the hair, the facial features are outstanding, deep eyebrows, narrow eyes, noses stand up, lips slightly, is an excellent oriental Human face.

He sat there, drank the wine from the cup, and then put the glass back heavily.

The coffee table in front of him was filled with all kinds of wine.

The eyebrow doctor came in from the outside and walked to him in front of him. He lowered his head and lowered his head. "Mu Shao, I have already handled the official affairs that Mr. Xi has confessed."

"Ok."

When Mu Qianchu sat there, he should be indifferent, and poured a glass of wine and drank it.

"Mu Shao, your physical fitness is not as good as ordinary people, or drink less as well, and Xi Lao is not very satisfied with your recent work efficiency." Doctor Brows bent down and took the glass from his hand.

Mu Qianchu leaned on the sofa and looked at him coldly and coldly. "You don't forget to talk to the old man. You were just a person who was chased and killed. I transferred you to the side to train." of."

"Mu Shao has a good understanding of me, of course I remember, so I will remind Mu Shao, the old man is still important to you."

The eyebrow doctor stood there respectfully.

"He will not marry the little thoughts to others when he is heavy."

Mu Qianchu sneered a little, and took a glass of wine and handed it to his lips. The taste was like burning. "After Xi Xi’s death, the old man was unhappy, and I slowly took the hand of Xi Xi. This time, How many things did I do for my family? As a result, when they married Xiaonian to others, they had a little hesitation."

Hearing, the eyebrow doctor sighed, "Mu Shao, there are so many girls in the world, there is no need to spend so much time on one person."

As soon as the voice fell, several dancers who were exposed to **** entered the stage and began to dance hot steel in the fierce music.

There is only one guest for him.

The dancers flirted at him while dancing.

Mu Qian took the bottle and poured a glass of wine into the cup. "What do you know."

"Mu Shao, drinking something wrong."

The doctor said.

"Yes, it is very wrong." Mu Qian began to drink the glass, a pair of narrow eyes stared at the liquor inside, and the corner of the lips evoked a self-deprecating arc. "Original, Xiao Nian was awkward to me, and the result was drinking, she was wrong. Now I enjoy her love with peace of mind. I don’t remember that there is such a person as me."

There is no phone call.

Even when he called his parents, he did not mention his name.

How many times he was sitting next to Xu Bingxin, watching Xu Bingxin and Shi Xiaonian calling, from beginning to end, he was like a person who had never appeared before, and her life disappeared.

He has forgotten that this is the first time she has been hurt by her skin.

How can a woman be so unrequited?

"Mr. Mu."

The hotel's dancers serve a bucket of chilled wine. The wine does not use ice, but is made of special snow.

The bottle is placed on the snow in the bucket.

Mu Qianchu looked down at the past and looked at the bucket of white snow, which touched the color into his eyes.

He can't remember the snow, but he remembers how to hold the snowball together with the little thoughts. At that time, there was no palace, no power, and no one was the one who was alone.

"Thousands of early, this is snow, ice, and cool."

"The hand of Xiao Nian is as cold as it is."

Mu Qianchu looked at the snow in the bucket, reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the bucket, and browed the doctor's eyebrows, "Mu Shao."

""

Mu Qianchu spread his palms and watched the white snow slowly melt in his hands and slowly turned into water.

Really ruthless, little thoughts.

How can I not even give him a link? She said that he is her most important friend. As a result, is the friend used to forget?

The snow is too cold, making his hands cold.

Mu Qianchu looked at the snow in his own hands and turned it into nothingness. He picked up a bottle of wine and poured it directly into his mouth. The doctor stood up and looked at it. He could only frown and could not do anything.

The dancers danced on the stage.

Mu Qianchu was drunk, and the man slowly fell down on the sofa. The slender hand pressed the wooden barrel, the wooden barrel fell, the bottle inside fell, and the white snow fell.

He fell there and quickly reached for the snow.

"Don't fall, don't fall."

He said anxiously, and quickly reached for the snow, and the snow fell to the ground and gradually turned into water.

The snow is full.

How to be full.

Stupid, Mu Qianchu felt like he was returning to a teenager, when Xiao Nian pinched a snowball in his hand and let him feel the coldness of the snow.

melted.

Mu Qianchu reached out and took out his mobile phone. The line of sight was a little fuzzy to press the number, dial the phone, put the phone to the ear, muttered whispered. "Small thoughts, snow, and you give me another one." ”

The music in the bar was very loud.

When Mu Qianchu thought that Xiao Nian must not hear his voice, he screamed out angrily. "Turn off the music and be noisy."

The stage was very close to him, and the dancers were shocked and stopped.

The music in the bar quickly stopped and there was no sound.

Mu Qianchu was satisfied with the quiet now. He was lying on the sofa and his legs were picked up. He held the phone tightly and looked at the phone. "Small thoughts, snow, and really, you see, the snow is really It is."

It is not the voice of Xiao Nian who responds to him.

It is a female female voice.

The female voice reminded him that no one answered his phone, and Xiao Nian refused to pick up his phone.

As soon as she returned to Miyao, her world was left with him.

She didn't want to remember the memories of her youth. He did not want to save her to accompany her. He, she did not want to.

She only wants to go to the palace.

No matter how long, she only wants to go to the palace.

It is only him who keeps his memory and commitment when he is young.

"boom"

When Mu Qianchu slammed his mobile phone out, his head suddenly became painful. He reached out and held his head and opened his eyes to look around. Everything in front of him shook in his sight and shook him.

The line of sight is blurred.

Mu Qianchu fell on the sofa and looked at the blurred lights in front of him. He was really easy to get drunk.

Also drunk.

It’s so drunk, so his heart won’t hurt.

He doesn't have to think about her anymore, and he doesn't have to taste the pain he lost once and for all.

Mu Qianchu slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep on the sofa.

At the moment when the eyes opened again, Mu Qianchu was particularly uncomfortable with the whiteness of the wall. He sat up fiercely and looked at the front with a slight blur.

This is not a bar.

It is the hospital, the ward of the ward, and the doctor is talking with two doctors wearing white coats.

The headache is splitting.

Every time I wake up his head, it hurts a lot.

Mu Qianchu reached out and pressed his head, closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, and his eyes were still a little fuzzy, like a layer of shallow fog.

He closed his eyes hard, rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes again.

This eye opened, and the face of Mu Qianchu’s beautiful face passed a touch of paleness.

No change.

His vision didn't become clear, or that, like a very thin layer of yarn in his eyes, everything in front of him was not clear.

Mu Qianchu was shocked and wide-eyed, and immediately extended his hands and looked down.

It is visible, but it is not clear.

Why is this?

"Mu Shao."

Doctor Brow walked in from the door of the ward and bowed his head toward Muqian.

"Why did you send me to the hospital?" Mu Qianchu sat on the hospital bed and his eyes glared at him.

"Mu Shao, after you drunk at the bar last night, said that the eyes hurt, said a headache, so I sent you to the hospital." Doctor Brow stood there and said.

He doesn't remember.

He was too drunk, he didn't remember at all, he only remembered that he wanted to find a small thought, he called her, but she ignored him.

Since he recovered his memory, he has been watching the back of his thoughts every time, again and again.

"And then," Mu Qian asked coldly, "I want results."

"Mu Shao did not have craniotomy before, and it is because of eye diseases."

Asked the doctor.

"How is it?" Mu Qianchu opened the quilt and got out of bed. He walked to the window wearing a blue sick suit. The voice was indifferent. "How is the result?"