Married but heartbroken, Young Master Mo's little wife

Chapter 283 Painful Nightmare

"No, Dad, don't." Bai Zhufeng watched his father walk towards him, with flesh and blood falling off his hands, and said vaguely, you hate me, hate me!
"No, I didn't!" Bai Zhufeng screamed in pain, but no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't stop his father's scolding, and his sharp eyes seemed to see through Bai Zhufeng's heart.

"No, no..." she shouted vigorously.

"Bamboo wind, bamboo wind." Mo Jingshu didn't notice Bai Zhufeng's strangeness at first, but suddenly saw her raising her hand desperately trying to push something away, and hurried forward, only to hear her murmuring in pain.

Father?

Of course, Mo Jingshu knew about Bai Zhufeng's father. He was a drug addict and died a miserable death. Her childhood was even more miserable. Her mother was beaten to death by her father. If it wasn't for her father who took her away and said Maybe she will also be...

The two eyebrows were tightly knit together, "Zhufeng, wake up..."

Mo Jingshu gently shook Bai Zhufeng's arm.

It was like an invisible force pulling Bai Zhufeng back to reality from that bloody dream.

"what!"

"Don't be afraid, he's not here, but I'm here." Mo Jingshu hugged Bai Zhufeng into his arms.

Listening to his strong heartbeat, Bai Zhufeng suddenly felt something overflowing from his heart, unable to restrain himself, tears fell down uncontrollably, she was suffering, she was in pain, she blamed herself and felt guilty.

She had never thought about her father's situation. Before she met Luo Minghui, she only had hatred for him!
She thought that she had no weakness and that nothing could be hurt by others. In fact, in the bottom of her heart, the greatest pain was her father, the father who personally destroyed her entire childhood.

She hated him when she was little, and at that time she thought, how nice it would be if he died!Could it be that the life of himself and his mother would be much easier, but he didn't die, but his mother died.

In this life, Bai Zhufeng will never forget the scene she saw when she came home from school. Her father was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by debris, the TV on the coffee table, her mother was lying in a pool of blood, and the large piece of glass on the coffee table came directly from her. His back pierced through, and a sharp blush appeared on his chest...

The father stood there, his eyes glazed over, and the red part of his hands was his mother's blood.

The neighbor called the police, but in the end the case was closed by accident. The father was not jailed and was released soon after.

On the day of her mother's burial, Bai Zhufeng cried and tugged at her mother's sleeves to prevent people from sending her in for cremation. She shouted over and over again, "Mom, what should I do if you leave me alone? Mom, I can't live without you, I can't!"

All the people wept, they sympathized with Bai Zhufeng's experience, but no one could save her.

Grandma Bai Zhufeng's family doesn't have any relatives, so naturally no kind relatives will take her away.No one knows what life will hold for a young girl living with her drug-addicted father.

So she repeated her mother's previous life, went to school, and was beaten by her father after returning home.

When the drug addiction did not occur, my father would occasionally talk to her gently like a normal person, but this kind of situation was really rare. Almost every day when I came home, my father would scream in pain, holding Towels or boards whipped her body.

At that time, Bai Zhufeng went to school almost every day with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The naughty classmates in the class always like to call her little cat.

Until that day, when she hid in the corner and endured her father's severe beating, Mo Heting walked in, and the man beside him firmly grasped his father's hand, and he gently waved to himself.

At that time, in Bai Zhufeng's heart, Mo Heting was a god, a god who could help her escape from the sea of ​​suffering!
So, without hesitation, she followed Mo Heting and left her home without warmth.

Bai Zhufeng thought, would his father be in pain when he was awake? He lost his wife, lost his daughter, and lived the rest of his life on his last breath. What was the reason for it?
When she received the notice of her father's death, Bai Zhufeng was completely blinded. She forced herself to forget that she had such a father. He was the shame of her life and the source of her pain.

But at the moment when she saw his dead body, Bai Zhufeng still clearly felt the pain in her heart. She built a fortress in her heart, only mother, no father, but at that moment she thought of many family together beautiful picture.

She thought that it was impossible for her to shed tears for him, but she couldn't restrain her emotions and cried until she couldn't make a sound.

"Bamboo wind..." Mo Jingshu never knew that a woman crying so helplessly in his arms would make him feel at a loss.

At this time, Bai Zhufeng couldn't hear any sound from the outside world at all, she was completely immersed in her own memories and regrets, she didn't know how long she cried, she finally stopped her tears slowly.

"Zhufeng, are you okay? Would you like a glass of water?" Mo Jingshu asked tentatively with a gentle voice.

Bai Zhufeng suddenly came back to his senses, just now she hugged Mo Jingshu and cried bitterly?
"En..." He sat up straight awkwardly, his eyes fell on the folds of his chest, "Sorry."

"Drink." Mo Jingshu got up and poured a glass of water, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, without saying anything else.

Bai Zhufeng hugged the cup, his palm was warm, and his heart also warmed up.

Mo Jingshu looked at Bai Zhufeng, and moved his lips a few times. He wanted to ask her what she dreamed just now, but he clearly read the pain in her eyes, and finally said nothing.

However, Bai Zhufeng was wondering if she should tell him about this if Mo Jingshu asked, she could feel that Mo Jingshu really cared about her at this moment.

But in the end Mo Jingshu didn't ask, he missed an opportunity to know what was on Bai Zhufeng's mind.

Bai Zhufeng waited for a long time but did not wait for Mo Jingshu to speak. For some reason, she felt a sense of loss in her heart. In fact, she also hoped that someone would let her talk about her thoughts, but...

Bai Zhufeng stayed in the hospital for three days, and Murong Zhuoxia naturally reported to the hospital on time every morning, noon and evening, and prepared Bai Zhufeng's favorite dishes every time he showed up.

Mo Jingshu was stunned, she took a look at the things he brought, and barely ate a few mouthfuls, but Murong Zhuo Xia would eat most of the things he brought.

It's obviously her favorite food, but her taste has changed even after being hospitalized.

Murong Zhuoxia has been with Bai Zhufeng for so many years, he knows her habits and tastes very well, so he naturally knows what she wants.

In the evening, Murong Zhuoxia left after get off work.

Mo Jingshu sat down on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Bai Zhufeng asked.

"I've asked the doctor. Your injury is fine, but you can't move your hands. It doesn't matter if you don't move your hands. Just raise your hands." Mo Jingshu said seriously.

"Ah?" Bai Zhufeng was confused.

The shoulders sank, and the whole person was directly pressed on the bed.

This time, if Bai Zhufeng didn't understand what Mo Jingshu meant, he could really be called Xiaobai.

"Here, this is the hospital!" Bai Zhufeng blushed deeply, but someone might come in the ward at any time, if they were... they would be ashamed to see others.

"You are my wife!" Mo Jingshu directly kissed Bai Zhufeng's lips, and carefully tied her hands on top of her head with his big hands. The kiss became more and more gentle, as if trying to stir up the fire in her heart.

The large hospital gown was somewhat wrinkled, and he could already vaguely see her plumpness, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Wife!" Mo Jingshu called softly, tearing away the last bondage between the two, and entangled each other.

Bai Zhufeng slowly fell into his gentle attack...

At dawn, the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

Originally, they could be discharged from the hospital after completing the formalities in the morning, but the two of them slept until ten o'clock.

Murong Zhuoxia knocked on the door, and the two woke up.

Bai Zhufeng woke up in minutes, neither he nor Mo Jingshu were wearing clothes, there were quilts and pillows on the ground, if someone saw it, why not find a crack in the ground and never come out again.

"Who is so early?" Mo Jingshu frowned and sat up, just as he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Zhufeng's panicked face, his little face was flushed, he was pulling his shirt to cover his chest, and he could vaguely see her chest The mottled marks on the front are all his own masterpieces, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised.

"Laugh, you're still laughing." Bai Zhufeng glared at Mo Jingshu, and quickly ran to the bathroom with his clothes on.

A mess and a naked Mo Jingshu were left behind.

Murong Zhuoxia knocked on the door a few more times.

Mo Jingshu came back to his senses, "Wait a minute."

Picking up his trousers and putting them on, um, shirt, Mo Jingshu remembered being blocked by Bai Zhufeng on his chest just now, and brought them into the bathroom together.

Embarrassed, he put on his suit and opened the door.

Murong Zhuoxia was stunned.

Mo Jingshu went into battle in a vacuum?There were still a few scratch marks on his neck, everyone was an adult, Murong Zhuoxia naturally knew what he had gone through, his eyes were shining with fire.

"Zhufeng's body hasn't fully recovered yet, so you can't control yourself!" The scolding words blurted out.

Mo Jingshu raised his eyebrows, and looked at Murong Zhuoxia with the attitude of a winner, "Oh, they are all men, I thought Dr. Murong would understand."

"you!"

"There is no need for ward rounds today. Zhufeng and I will go through the formalities and leave after we pack up. Thank you very much for Dr. Murong's special care these days." Mo Jingshu emphasized the word "care".

"Don't tire her out!" Murong Zhuoxia managed to squeeze out a few words, turned around and left in embarrassment.

He knew that they were husband and wife, and that there would definitely be love in bed between them, but why did his heart hurt so much after seeing it with his own eyes?
Zhufeng, are you really in love with Mo Jingshu and can't extricate yourself?

Zhufeng, how can I completely forget you?

The room finally fell silent.

Bai Zhufeng also changed his clothes, poked his head out of the bathroom, and looked around.

"Come out, give me back my shirt." Mo Jingshu said carelessly.

(End of this chapter)