Mrs. Waste Wood Exploded Again

   Chapter 396 Mo Qianqiu will lie too (4)

   Feng Xun pushed him back just now, but he just endured it, not daring to show the slightest in front of him.

   Now that Feng Xun is no more, he no longer has to endure.

   He can express all the pain without having to endure it again.

   "Young Master, are you here for Miss Feng?"

   "Well," Mo Qianqiu smiled and hooked his lips, "I want her to know that I can walk to her side as long as she needs it."

   The ink is a little distressed. The son can stand up at any time, but every time he stands up, he will have such painful sequelae.

   Therefore, the son will never leave the wheelchair.

   Now it's just to prove to Miss Feng that he can do it to such an extent...

   "By the way, Young Master, I seem to have seen Shi Wushuang today. He seems to be looking for Miss Feng."

   Ink hesitated for a moment, but still said this sentence.

   He originally thought that the young master should be anxious again, but he had waited for a long time before a dull voice came.

"Oh."

Oh?

   Ink widened his eyes abruptly.

  This is... gone?

  Shi Wushuang is here, shouldn't the young master try his best to stop him, why is he acting so calm now.

   Is it because he is too confident, or does he no longer care about Miss Feng?

   "You don't have to worry about this."

  Mo Qianqiu's eyes turned to the door: "If he wants to come, let him come anytime."

  “…”

   Ink was stunned.

   It seems that the son is too confident.

   This kind of confidence is not a good thing. Maybe if you are not careful, Miss Feng will be taken away by someone.

   It seems that he must help the son to watch a little.

   Ink was a little worried. It was not easy for him to be a bodyguard. Not only did he need to help the young master follow a **** a daily basis, but he also had to make suggestions for his happiness...

   "If you have nothing to do, go down first, I don't need anyone to take care of me."

   "Okay, son."

   Ink knew that Young Master never liked to show his most painful side in front of anyone, so he walked out without thinking, and closed the door along the way.

  When the ink left, the sweat on Mo Qianqiu's forehead overflowed again, his face was pale, and his fingers tightly gripped the wheelchair handle.

   His legs were usually unconscious, but at this moment, they kept shaking.

   His fingers were tightly pinched in the wheelchair handle, pressing a deep fingerprint on the handle.

   This pain gradually disappeared after an hour.

   At this moment, Mo Qianqiu was soaked all over. He looked at his sweat-soaked robe and smiled helplessly.

   "It seems that in the future, this method will not be commonly used, and I must find another way to stand up."

  Only in this way can he be better...to protect her...

  …

  The night came to an end.

  Feng Xun was just about to fall asleep when a piano sound came from outside the hospital, and the familiarity made her face darken.

  Nipao looked at Feng Xun in surprise: "The sound of the piano is somewhat familiar, it seems to be..."

  The unparalleled world?

  Feng Xun put on the dress she just took off again, picked up the milk bag, and walked towards the night.

   At night, the man was holding a long harp. He was gentle and smiling.

   Wearing a snow-colored gown, he is as handsome as a fairy.

A man like    is something that no one can refuse. He is so beautiful that it makes one's heart palpitate, and he is as gentle as a gust of wind, gently touching the hearts of others.

   Even though the man couldn't see his eyes, he still seemed to be able to know the direction Feng Xun was going. Facing her, his voice was soft: "Miss Feng, long time no see..."

   (end of this chapter)