Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

Mu mother finally couldn't help but uncover and get out of bed.

"You are this..."

"I am going out for a walk."

She slipped out of the bed and slipped out of the hospital bed. She saw the bed opposite the diagonally open door. A three- or four-year-old boy was crying in his arms, and his mother kept licking him softly. The voice was very gentle.

Putting this scene in his eyes, Mu mother couldn't help but think of herself in the past, remembering that when the nose was sour, the tears fell.

"Mrs?" Lin Zifan held her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Oh!" Mu mother turned her face to the side and wiped her eyes. "Nothing, just... the light in the corridor is too bright and the eyes are a little uncomfortable."

This turning face, the eyes caught at the end of the corridor, the two familiar figures who are coming, it is her husband Qin Zhaoyang and assistant Julie.

Ms. Mu was busy adjusting her mood and turned back to the ward.

Far away, Qin Zhaoyang has already seen her, subconsciously speeding up the pace, but seeing the other side turned back to the ward, and the forward footsteps suddenly seemed to be heavy.

The child in the ward was still crying, and the cry made him irritated.

Stopped and looked at the crying child in the mother's arms in the ward. Qin Zhaoyang frowned and turned to walk into Mu's mother's ward and immediately ordered it to Julie.

"close the door."

"Mr."

Lin Zifan came forward and said hello politely.

Qin Zhaoyang nodded and walked to the side of the bed, his eyes sweeping over Mu’s palm.

After these days of treatment and cultivation, Mum’s scald has already improved a lot. The pale gray sputum at the wound has begun to take off, revealing some tender pinkish skin inside.

Mu mother leaned on the pillow, her fingers gently stroked the wrinkles on the thin quilt, did not look at him, did not speak.

Qin Zhaoyang coughed softly and sat down on the chair at the bedside.

"The doctor said that your situation has improved a lot. We will return to M next Monday."

go back?

Isn't he still buying a real estate company in City A?

Is it...

Ms. Mu raised her face and asked a pair of eyes to fall on Qin Zhaoyang’s face.

Seeing the problems in her eyes, Qin Zhaoyang licked his lips slightly.

"There is a project in New York, I have to be personally responsible."

He did not answer her question positively, but this statement has already indicated that he will not intervene in the acquisition of A real estate company.

Mum's mother's eyelashes trembled, and a bright color appeared in her eyes.

Captured the bright spot, Qin Zhaoyang's expression was slightly loose, and then frowned.

Sure enough, her son is more important in her heart!

Seeing her on the palm of the hand that was burnt outside, the man's eyebrows tightened a bit, but his eyes softened and he felt a little bit distressed.

"You go out."

Julie and Lin Zifan were busy exiting the door. Qin Zhaoyang grabbed her hand on her knees and finally lifted it up. She gently supported the joint of her injured right hand with the tiger's mouth - carefully avoiding her injury and turning her The palm turned over and looked.

"Is it still hurting?"

The tone of the man is very low and gentle, wrapped in concern.

Tilting his fingers on his hand, he felt his fingertips gently rubbed through the skin, and Mu's mother's tone softened.

"Nothing."

The fingers reached into her palm, the man's fingers clenched slightly, then gently moved over and landed on her wrist, her thumb gently stroking her slender wrist.

She seems to be thin again!