Mu Shao's favorite: sweet wife, you have to be good!

Chapter 118 Mu Yijue's Rage

It was late at night, and the ghostly wind outside the window was blowing, as if someone was roaring.

"Ka——" Xu Muci closed the window in the room, and the noise instantly became quieter.

She was sitting in front of a white desk with some peeling paint, and the dim yellow light warmed the whole room.

Xu Muci picked up the pen and seriously drew the design drawing that he was going to participate in.

After going out with Gucheng today, she suddenly had a lot of inspiration.

She found that every match on Gu Cheng's body was ingenious.For example, a black bow tie with black leather shoes.A dark black suit is paired with a pure white and silk shirt.

Although these are very common aristocratic outfits, Gucheng sewed a few folds on the white shirt.

In an instant, the style of the whole dress is different.

Xu Muci held a silver pencil in his hand to outline the lines, and skillfully danced his hands on the paper.

Perhaps because of the burst of inspiration, and the fact that there was still a day or two before the competition, the lights in Xu Muci's room were on all night, and she stayed up all night.

At the same time, the VIP ward in a certain hospital in City F was also brightly lit and sleepless at night.

On the pale face, the sharp-edged features are as perfect as a godsend.He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, with an infusion pillow stuck in his hand.

Mu Yijue was sitting on the bed, with the back of his head pressed tightly against the wall. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but it seemed more like he was meditating on something very important.

The whole body exudes a gloomy and cold atmosphere, making the air-conditioned room extremely cold.

After a long time, he finally opened his eyes.

It can be clearly seen that Mu Yijue's eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, and it can be deduced that he has probably not had a good rest for several nights.

"Om—" the phone vibrated the moment Mu Yijue opened his eyes.

Mu Yijue picked up the phone, and his eyes, like pools of stagnant water, regained a little clarity in an instant.

He unlocked the phone with his fingerprints and scratched the screen.

(Dear Imperial VIP users, you have received an email, open it now.)
A big hand with sharp bones covered the phone screen, gently touching that (yes)
An email pops up instantly.

Mu Yijue looked at the email carefully, his expression was calm and cold at first.The more he looked back, the darker his complexion was, and the coldness in his eyes flickered, as frightening as if he was going to kill.

"Boom!—" A violent voice sounded, and Mu Yijue clenched his hands into fists, and the precious mobile phone in his hand fell miserably to the ground, torn apart.

The needle in his hand gradually oozes blood, and Mu Yijue held it firmly with both hands as if he couldn't feel the pain.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and said a word through the gaps between his teeth: "I just left me, and then I threw myself into someone else's arms. Xu Muci, you are doing well!"

The already icy temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few more. When the nurses and bodyguards outside the door heard the movement in the room, they were too frightened to move, for fear that Lord Hades inside would do something that would make the hair tremble. move.

"Ah Choo! Ah Choo, Ah Choo!..."

Xu Muci was concentrating on drawing the design when he suddenly sneezed three times.

Stretching out his hand to rub the tip of his nose, a trace of uneasiness crossed his mind inexplicably.

Obsessed with design drawings, getting thinner day by day.

This is probably Xu Muci's current state.

From midnight to four in the morning, Xu Muci finally completed the design he was satisfied with.

(End of this chapter)