The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Mu Chenbi glanced at Ye Jiao, and replied indifferently, "I'm tired of living here."

"Is this really the reason? You are in a hurry to leave the hospital, but you actually want to go back to see her, right?!" Ye Jiao ruthlessly exposed Mu Chenbi's excuse.

"Enough!" Mu Chenbi stared at Ye Jiao with sharp eyes, a brutal touch flashed from the bottom of his eyes, and his voice was cold and frosty. At this moment, he really had a murderous heart: "You are not qualified to be here. So presumptuous in front of me!"

Ye Jiao was shocked by the man's murderous eyes, and her body froze in place. She knew that no matter what she said, she would not change Mu Chenbi's decision.

Yunci was sitting by the window, flipping through a book in her hand. Unknowingly it was dark, she heard the sound of the door being opened, thinking it was a servant who came in to deliver the food, because she did not look up, only heard A familiar call.

"Aci."

Yun Ci turned the book for a while, looked up, and saw Mu Chenbi's slender figure standing in front of her. The man's face was still sickly pale. He hadn't seen him for a month, and his whole person was almost lost. , Standing there, you can see weakness at a glance, as if a gust of wind can blow him down.

Yun Ci slowly put down the book in his hand, raised his head, and looked at him coldly, the expression in his eyes was neither sad nor happy.

Mu Chenbi raised his hand, stroked Yunci's cheek, and said softly, "Aci, it's been a long time."

Yun Ci stood up from the chair and smiled mockingly: "Congratulations, you can still come out alive."

Mu Chenbi also curled his lips and smiled, as if he couldn't understand Yunci's mockery, and said, "In order to see you again, of course I have to live."

Yun Ci stopped paying attention to him, picked up the book on the window sill, and walked over to the bedside.

Mu Chenbi followed closely, and asked, "Isn't there, do you eat well? Did you sleep well? Why are you still so thin."

"Very good." Yun Ci said with a sneer: "If you don't show up in front of me, at least I don't need to vomit every day."

Mu Chenbi followed Yun Ci, sat down by the bed, tilted his head and stared at Yun Ci, as if he wanted to make up for this month's time.

For a long time, until Yunci had begun to be impatient.

"What are you doing here? Do you want me to give you another cut?"

Hearing this threatening words, Mu Chenbi laughed instead, and said in a sincere tone: "Aci, I haven't seen you for a month, I just want to... look at you more."

Yun Ci did not respond to his emotional remarks, but said coldly: "I want to rest."

Mu Chenbi touched Mo Yunci's head: "Okay, I will see you tomorrow."

He stood up and walked out of the room.

After returning to the study, Mu Chenbi's body shook fiercely as soon as he closed the door. He put one hand on the table and tightly covered the wound in the heart with the other. The pain caused him to bend his waist and his breathing changed. He was confused, and a layer of cold sweat oozes from his forehead, which slid down his pale face.

He supported the table, walked to the chair and sat down with difficulty, and opened his clothes with one hand, and he saw that the gauze covering the wound had been soaked with blood.

in the room.

Yun Ci lay down on the bed, staring at the white ceiling, unable to sleep again.

He came back alive...

When is the next opportunity?

Early in the morning, Yun Ci faintly heard the door opening. She opened her dim sleepy eyes and saw Mu Chenbi's figure coming in and sitting down by the bed.