The President's Exorbitant Wife

Mu Nuanxin returned to the hospital ward, Yang Peijie had already woken up, but at this time she was like a wooden man without a soul, her eyes were like a dry well, without a trace of popularity and light...

Mu Luozhong is her heaven, and now that he has been sentenced to death, her heaven is falling...

Mu Qiqi was also there. She was sitting on the edge of the bed crying. Her neatly combed ponytail had been pulled in a mess. Her clothes were also dirty and messy, and there were obvious scratches on her face and neck.

"Qiqi, what's going on here, you fought with someone else?" Mu Nuanxin hid her sadness and walked to her sister, pulling her up from the chair distressedly.

"Sister... They say that my father is a corrupt person... Dad is not corrupt at all, he is wronged... They are all bad people... woo woo..." Yu Qiqi cried and stood up, her eyes were red, and she looked stubbornly elder sister.

"You're right, Dad was wronged, we can't allow anyone to slander Dad!" Mu Nuan hugged her sister tightly in her arms, and said in a firm voice.

"Sister, what should we do? Dad was sentenced to death. I don't want Dad to die. I don't want to lose Dad." Yu Qiqi cried and hugged her sister tightly.

"There will be a way, there will always be a way..." Mu Nuan murmured, as long as Dad has not been executed, they will have the opportunity to vindicate Dad and save him.

Yang Peijie saw Mu Nuanxin, her eyes that were like stagnant water suddenly lit up, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Nuanxin's hand and said, "Nuanxin, you must have a way to save your father, right? Otherwise, you can go again. Brother Qiuxiong... doesn't he like you, you can accompany him one more time, you go to beg him again..."

"Mom, what are you talking about? Brother Xiong? What do you like about elder sister? Why do you want to accompany him again?" Although Mu Qiqi was only ten years old, she could hear something in her mother's words, so she could not help but adjust her tone a little, her eyes stained with a trace Sullen.

"If you can't help your child, don't care so much... Warm heart... I beg you to see that I have raised you in the Mu family for ten years, and Luo Zhong treats you like his own daughter. Can you save him? I can't just watch him die..." Yang Peijie said in pain, covering her face and crying again.

Mu Nuan's chest felt tight again, why didn't she want to save her father, but what her mother said was to let her go to bed with the man again.

There was a sudden grief in her heart, if she was her mother's biological daughter, would she still be willing to treat herself like this?

The answer is self-evident...

"Mom... please let me think of a way..."

"Okay, warm heart, Mom believes you will definitely find a way."

"Sister..." Mu Qiqi took her sister's hand anxiously.

"Go to the nurse's place to put some medicine, it's not good to leave scars, Mom, you can rest for a while, we will go back." After Mu Nuanxin finished speaking, she left the ward with Mu Qiqi...

When they arrived at the nurse's station, Mu Nuanxin asked the nurse for medicine for the wound, and then took Mu Qiqi to the bench outside the ward to sit down and began to administer medicine for her.

"Sister, how did you get your face?" Mu Qiqi looked at her face worriedly, her cheeks were swollen, and the corners of her mouth were cracked, obviously being slapped on the face.

You don't need to ask to know, it must be because of my father...

"Sister, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged..." Mu Qiqi reached out and stroked her sister's injured cheek, tears couldn't help falling.

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