Falling tonight

Chapter 69 Bad Mood (1)

The doctor came over and gave Zhao Fangyi a few pre-operative instructions. Zhao Shijin and Zhou Yun listened carefully and asked the doctor a few questions from time to time, and the doctor also answered patiently.

Zhao Rou pulled up a chair and sat in the corner, looking coldly at the harmonious atmosphere of the few of them, and the familiar feeling of being incompatible with them came again.

Fifteen years ago, she was also injured, even more seriously than Zhao Fangyi, but at that time, she and the nurse were the only two people in the ward most of the time.

At that time, apart from the endless worries about the boy in her heart, she was only accompanied by a long feeling of loneliness.

The man sitting next to him, typing on his notebook, sensed that Zhao Rou had been maintaining a silent posture, and her figure was almost motionless.

He raised his eyes and saw her sitting upright, her eyes staring forward, a layer of mist covering her eyebrows.

Following her line of sight, Mu Zhou saw the interactions between Zhao Shijin and the doctor beside the hospital bed.

Mu Zhou frowned and turned to look at her expression carefully. Her eyes were empty, as if she was looking at them, and she seemed to be recalling something through them, her face expressionless.

Zhao Fangyi pushed forward to the elevator dedicated to the operating room, looking at Mu Zhou standing in front of her tenderly, and said, "Brother Mu, I want you to be the first person I see when I come out, okay?"

Mu Zhou said lightly, "Go ahead."

The elevator door leading directly to the operating room closed. Mu Zhou turned around and walked towards the ward. When he opened the door, the figure sitting quietly in the corner disappeared.

He frowned, then took out his mobile phone and dialed, "Where are you?"

I just felt that something was wrong with her state. I originally wanted to wait until Zhao Fangyi and the others were away to ask her, but why did she disappear in the blink of an eye?
Zhao Rou was sitting on the bench in the hospital. The autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves, and a few scattered leaves floated at her feet. Looking at the rolling leaves, Mu Zhou's questioning voice on the phone made her feel a little dazed.

"what happened?"

Mu Zhou heard the gentle sound of wind on the other end, "Are you outside?"

"It's downstairs."

After Mu Zhou hung up the phone, he strode out of the ward and went downstairs to look around. A white figure on the bench in the center of the flower bed jumped into his sight.

Because she had finished her meal at noon, there was almost no one around. She sat alone on the bench, her back slender and lonely, motionless, as still as a painting.

Mu Zhou walked over with long legs, and as expected saw the woman's expressionless face, hiding emotions that he couldn't read, which was the same as the expression she had just in the ward.

It was hard to describe Mu Zhou's mood at this moment. He had always been sure of victory in everything, but he felt unprecedentedly powerless against the strong sense of defeat and loneliness emanating from the woman in front of him.

This feeling of powerlessness was beyond his control. What he was thinking about at this moment was that he wanted to make Zhao Rou's low emotions disappear.

A pair of high-end black leather shoes appeared in front of him. Looking up, he saw a pair of straight trousers covering his tight thighs. Looking up again, he saw a meticulous black shirt and a handsome and handsome face.

His eyebrows were deep, and he leaned close to her nose. The cold woody cedar smell enveloped her, inexplicably making her lonely heart feel like she belonged.

The eardrum was his low voice, "Zhao Rou, take you somewhere."

Surprise appeared on Zhao Rou's originally dull face. There was only a piece of paper between him and her. When she raised her eyes, she could be immersed in his black pupils, "Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you get there. Be good and follow me."

His voice was low, whispering with a cooing tenderness.

The Maybach drove along smoothly, Mu Zhou held the steering wheel with both hands, and his eyes were steadily focused on the journey ahead.

The corner of his eye glanced at the woman in the passenger seat. She tilted her head, and her soft black hair covered most of her face, blocking her beautiful face.

Half an hour later, they showed up at a boxing gym.

"Isn't this Mr. Mu?" Zhao Rou had just arrived, and before Zhao Rou asked Mu Zhou why she had brought her to this place, a lazy male voice came from not far away.

Following the sound, Zhao Rou could clearly see the man walking towards them slowly.

He has good looks, delicate outlines, thin lips curved in a careless way, and his whole person exudes a lazy and noble demeanor.

If Mu Zhou is a charming man who combines elegance, maturity and sexiness, then this man is a noble man with a leisurely and elegant attitude.

"Jiang Li, you are here too." Mu Zhou turned sideways and nodded slightly.

Li Jiangli approached, and his eyes stayed on Zhao Rou next to Mu Zhou for a few seconds. Surprise flashed across his narrow phoenix eyes, and his words were ridiculed, "Changing women? Why don't you introduce me to this beauty?"

Mu Zhou responded calmly, "Fang Yi's sister, Zhao Rou."

He didn't think too much about it, he just thought it would be easier to introduce Zhao Rou in this way, and he wasn't going to waste time introducing too much on such a trivial matter.

When Zhao Rou heard this, she inexplicably remembered what Han Zihao had called her "underground lover."

Even the friends he introduced to him had to be named Zhao Fangyi. After all, it was Zhao Fangyi who stayed with him longer.

Mu Zhou gestured to the man in front of Zhao Rou again, "This is Young Master Li, Li Jiangli."

Even though her heart was tingling, she still smiled at Young Master Li and said, "Hello, Young Master Li."

Li Jiangli was even more surprised and raised his eyebrows at Mu Zhou, "Oh, they are actually sisters. You are so good at playing now."

Mu Zhou was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, so he automatically ignored his teasing and said lightly, "I have something else to do. I'll go find Coach Song first and we'll talk later."

Li Jiangli opened a bottle of mineral water and took a sip, saying in a lazy tone, "Okay."

Mu Zhou took Zhao Rou inside and passed several venues, all of which were filled with strong men fighting in pairs.

They punched quickly and with ferocious force, bringing a passionate visual impact.

The shouting, banging, beating, all kinds of sounds were mixed together, and the visual and auditory integration made people not only not afraid, but also had an urge to try.

Zhao Rou was led by Mu Zhou, and her eyes were unconsciously attracted by the beating scene on the stage.

The anger she was holding back in her heart was very much wanted to be like those who punched, punch hard and let it out.

Mu Zhou then led her forward, observing her expression and raising the corners of his lips.

It seems like she doesn't reject those, so she's in the right place.

They entered the innermost room of the boxing gym. The man sitting on the chair inside saw him and Zhao Rou and stood up with a smile, "Young Master Mu, you are such a rare visitor. Why are you free to come here today?"

"Coach Song, I have something to ask of you today," Mu Zhou got straight to the point.

His usual coldness was gone, and his voice was soft. He put his arm around Zhao Rou's waist and said to Coach Song, "She's in a bad mood. You have a boxing match with her."

Zhao Rou was slightly surprised when she heard the latter sentence.

She turned her head and looked at Muzhou with a timid expression, "Me? Fighting with the coach?"

The Coach Song in front of her was a tall and thick man with tendon flesh. Wouldn't she give up her life if she fought with him?

(End of this chapter)