After the divorce, the domineering ex-husband was slapped in the face every day

Chapter 573 Is Chi Gui so important in her heart?
Chi Gui had an oxygen mask on his face, and his exposed face and arms were bloodless, like a cold sculpture.

Gong Chengye left his assistant here, responsible for recording Chi Gui's various indicators and responding to emergencies.

He looked at Mu Jinhuan looking at Chi Gui in despair. Although he couldn't bear it, he still reminded him.

"The patient's condition is not stable now. Please don't speak loudly or touch him."

Tears fell from the corners of Mu Jinhuan's eyes. She looked at Chi Gui on the bed silently, feeling self-blame and heartache on her brows.

Mo Huainan stood half a step away from her, and of course he didn't miss her sad look.

At this moment, his heartache was no less than Mu Jinhuan's.

Is Chi Gui so important to her?She would actually be so sad that she cried because of a man.

Mo Huainan left the room, walked to the corridor, and lit a cigarette.

He has not smoked since being injured and hospitalized.

But today, it seemed that only the misty smoke could hide the bitterness in his eyes, making him temporarily forget Mu Jinhuan's tears that were not shed for him.

The door behind him opened, and he heard the sound of Mu Jinhuan slowly moving out.

Mo Huainan stubbed out his cigarette in a panic, then reached out and fanned it around a few times to make sure the smoke dispersed before turning around and walking over.

"where to?"

Mu Jinhuan's face had returned to its usual calmness. She raised her head slightly and looked into Mo Huainan's eyes.

"SD's pursuit of the Mu family should be related to our blood and genes. I don't know much about my mother's childhood, and I want to go back to the old house to find the answer."

Mo Huainan nodded, "Okay, I'll get the wheelchair."

Mu Jinhuan looked at his back as he hurried downstairs and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word.

The two drove back to the Gu family's old house. Mu Jinhuan's grandparents had passed away. Except for the death anniversary of the two elders, the Gu family's uncle would come back to stay for a few days. Most of the time it was empty.

After ringing the doorbell, after waiting for a long time, an old butler walked out sleepily.

After he saw the person at the door clearly, his eyes widened in surprise.

"It turns out the eldest lady is here!"

He scratched his head in embarrassment, "Look at me, I'm no longer useful at my old age. I can fall asleep even in broad daylight."

Although Mu Jinhuan's surname is Mu, she is loved by everyone in the Gu family, so everyone calls her "Miss".

The old housekeeper opened the door and Mo Huainan pushed Mu Jinhuan in.

The old housekeeper looked at the wheelchair under Mu Jinhuan with concern, "Are you injured?"

Mu Jinhuan smiled gently, "I just fell down accidentally, it's nothing serious."

The old housekeeper sighed distressedly, "You have to be careful."

Several people walked inside together, and the old housekeeper specially brought a small soft pillow and placed it behind Mu Jinhuan so that she could sit more comfortably.

The house is very quiet. Only the old housekeeper lives here all the time. In addition to looking after the house, he just takes care of the flowers and plants in the back garden.

After a few pleasantries, the old housekeeper finally couldn't hold it back and asked, "Is this gentleman your new boyfriend?"

As soon as the two entered the door, the old housekeeper kept an eye on Mo Huainan.This man seemed to have a good temperament and was careful when pushing the wheelchair. He seemed to care for the young lady.

Just as Mu Jinhuan was about to deny it, Mo Huainan responded first, "Yes."

Mu Jinhuan turned back to glare at him, but unexpectedly, Mo Huainan blinked at her ambiguously and whispered in her ear.

"Is it possible that you want to tell him that I am your ex-husband? Wouldn't that be even weirder?"

Mu Jinhuan pursed her lips and revisited her old place with her ex-husband. It seemed that it was indeed not something a normal person could do.

Who makes her have no one around her now and can only rely on Mo Huainan?

Mu Jinhuan thought for a while and didn't explain any more.

Anyway, he is just a coolie pushing a wheelchair, so let him enjoy his life.

When the old housekeeper saw the two of them rubbing each other's ears and temples intimately, he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth.

"This gentleman looks rich and elegant, and he is so attentive and thoughtful. He seems to be a good man."

The old housekeeper smiled and bowed, "Old Yan would like to congratulate the eldest lady on finally getting rid of her last bad marriage and finding a new destination!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Huainan, who was in a good mood just now because of the old housekeeper's praise, suddenly drooped the corners of his mouth.

Mu Jinhuan glanced at Mo Huainan's depressed expression, and said with a smile, "Uncle Yan, you go and have a rest. I'll take a stroll here."

Uncle Yan nodded, "Then you can call me anytime if you need anything."

After Uncle Yan left, Mu Jinhuan glanced at Mo Huainan and said jokingly.

"Isn't that what you wanted to answer yourself?"

She pointed to the second floor. "Go up and have a look. My mother's room is on the second floor."

Mo Huainan asked Mu Jinhuan to stand holding the handle of the stairs. He first lifted the wheelchair up, then came down and picked her up, and walked up the steps step by step.

Lin Wanru's room is at the end of the corridor. Although no one has lived here since she got married, the Gu family still sends people to clean the room regularly.

When I opened the door, there was a faint scent of aromatherapy in the room, and every corner was spotless.

Mu Jinhuan's eyes scanned all the furnishings in the room inch by inch, as if she saw every detail of her mother's life here when she was a girl.

On the bookshelf on the left hand side, several layers of original books of foreign literature are neatly stacked, and the handwriting on them is beautiful and neat.

There is also a rag doll that Lin Wanru made by herself, wearing a lace gauze skirt, just like the one Lin Wanru made for Mu Jinhuan when she was a child.

Thinking of her mother, whose whereabouts are still unknown, Mu Jinhuan was a little stuck in emotions and her eyes were red.

Mo Huainan still remembered the purpose of the two coming here, but he did not wake up Mu Jinhuan, but quietly looked around himself.

He was tall, and at a glance he saw a small box on the top of the bookshelf.

The small box is well hidden, and there is a potted plant in front.

Perhaps the position was too high and the servant who came to clean it didn't notice it, so the potted plant had completely withered by this time, and the small box was exposed.

"Jinhuan, there is a box here. Do you want to take it out and take a look?" Mo Huainan turned around and asked.

(End of this chapter)