The runaway wife of the president of the empire

"Third Young Master, the wound on this wrist may need a few stitches!" Jin Meina held up Mu Yiyi's cleaned and sterilized wrist with red eyes.

Lin Siquan frowned, the wound on Mu Yiyi's wrist was not long, but deep, and it was on his right hand.If you have stitches on your wrist, the wound will definitely affect the flexibility of your wrist in the future.

Mu Yiyi likes to draw, and she is also studying art painting. In the future, she may not be able to paint as she pleases.

Holding the medical needle for suturing in his hand, Lin Siquan seemed a little hesitant.

But the bloody wound reminded him that there was no time to waste. [

The towel fell from her mouth, and Mu Yiyi was drenched in sweat. She tried her best to smile at Lin Siquan. Because of the pain, the smile was a bit out of shape: "Siquan, I'm fine!"

Her voice was dry and hoarse.

Lin Siquan's obsidian-like pupils stared at her closely, and his heart hurt like being cut by a sharp knife.

This was the first time he had seen Mu Yiyi. He looked so weak, but he was so strong in his bones.

"Mu Yiyi, it must be very painful, right?" Jin Meina asked, wiping her tears.

It is said that maternal love is great, and now, she really felt why everyone said that.

"Jin Mina, didn't you say that I'm...a goblin?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of Mu Yiyi's mouth, "A goblin...wouldn't know pain!"

Jin Meina was startled for a moment, then nodded again, smiling through tears: "That was all in the past, you still mention it?"

Mu Yiyi stretched out her uninjured hand with difficulty, and touched her tremblingly: "Okay! Don't worry! I'm fine! I can hold on!"

"Really?"

"real!"

"Third Young Master..." Jin Meina called softly, and helped Mu Yi put a towel into her mouth carefully.

Lin Siquan bent down, fixed Mu Yiyi's wrist, and began to sew with concentration.

Mu Yiyi's body trembled in pain, and she couldn't hold back a few painful screams from her throat, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

After the stitching was completed, Mu Yiyi felt as if he had walked through hell, his whole body collapsed, dripping with cold sweat, painful and tired.

"Yiyi, good boy, go to sleep, I'll take you away when the sun rises!" Lin Siquan took out the towel from her mouth, and tightly held her left hand, that hand was really cool, straight Through his heart.

"Si Quan..." Mu Yiyi was a little confused, and shouted in fear.

"Don't worry, if I don't leave, I won't leave you even one step. Go to sleep!"

Mu Yiyi felt relieved and closed his eyes. [

I hope the baby is okay, I hope the baby is okay...

Before she fell into a deep sleep, this thought was over and over in her mind.

Jin Meina leaned against the bulkhead, and her eyes fell on Lin Siquan, who was still noble and elegant at this moment.

But when she helped Mu Yiyi deal with the wound just now, she rarely saw his composure, wisdom, and calmness.It also gave him a sense of mystery.

Seeing that Mu Yiyi fell asleep, she took a thin blanket from the shelf and covered Mu Yiyi.

Lin Siquan carefully let go of Mu Yiyi's hand, and let it go gently.Then he carefully wiped the sweat from her face and forehead with a towel.

"Third Young Master, how do you know that Mu Yiyi is here?" Jin Meina asked.