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Su Luan did not come back from his astonishment.

A man's voice began to ring above his head, and the deep voice line brought out a trace of incomprehensible meaning, "Su Luan, we meet again."

Can't you pretend you don't know?

Su Luan speaks in her heart.

"Miss Su, you know Mu Shao."

It was the dean who spoke.

In front of Muyu City, he is like a humble little Valet, who has the prestige of the president.

Su Luan was a bit shocked. Looking at the respectful attitude of the president, she was shocked again at the man's identity.

Muren hospital is the industry of Mujia.

And the man in front of him, surnamed Mu!

Su Luan stares at his delicate and three-dimensional facial features and carefully guesses his identity.

Thinking of some possibility, Su Luan's face suddenly turned pale. It's hard to say that this man is Mu's successor.

The man who has been said to exist as a God - muyucheng.

"Luan Luan, don't stand in the door. Let them come in."

On the hospital bed behind her, Ling Shuwei's voice wakes Su Luan. Her body steps back to let him in.

Mu Yucheng stepped into the ward, and did not immediately go inside.

But to want to leave Su Luan said, "a few minutes later, there will be an expert group to come to the ward, consult aunt, you do not leave."

Su Luan's low head suddenly raised again.

Straight into Mu Yu City, dark as a pool of deep pupil.

Who's his aunt? This man is killing himself.

She didn't want to have any relationship with him. What kind of eyes he had, as if he knew her very well.

A slight consternation flashed on the president's face, and Mu Shao said, as if it was different from the original arrangement.

But he did not dare to say anything.

One hour later, the consultation was over.

Because during this period, Mu Yucheng has been present. When she leaves, Ling Shuwei asks Su Luan to send him out.

Just out of the ward, I heard a familiar cry from the other end of the corridor, "a Luan!"

It's Mu Ziyang.

He quickly came to the front of him, "a Luan, I want you to go to the poetry ward, why do you What's on your neck

Mu Ziyang's voice suddenly changed its tone and his eyes were sharp.

Next to him, Mu Yucheng looked calm and cool and stood there, enjoying the turning of Mu Ziyang's face.

Su Luan's heart was smothered.

Instinctively block Mu Ziyang to extend the hand, "what words we will talk about later, don't disturb my mother to rest."

"Remember my phone number and call me if you need help."

Mu Yu city suddenly inserted the voice, like a lightning split in Mu Ziyang's heart, saw his eyes suddenly sharp, "a Luan, how do you know him?"

When did she meet Mu Yucheng.

Just now, Bai Shi Shi's words popped out of his mind, and Mu Ziyang's face became more and more gloomy. "A Luan, what the poems said is not true, right? Tell me, you don't have a kiss mark on your neck..."

"What did Bai Shi Shi say?"

Su Luan did not answer questions.

The voice suddenly became cold.

"Don't disturb my aunt's rest."

Muyu city adds fuel to the fire.

In front of Mu Ziyang's face, he deliberately leans toward Su Luan and whispers softly to her ear.

Mu Ziyang's eyes burst out cold sharp knife shot at Muyu city.

Su Luan frowns. This man is intentional.

"Mu Yu Cheng, a Luan is my girlfriend, you stay away from her."

What Mu Ziyang thinks of them is dazzling.

"Poetry is still waiting in the ward. You can go to the ward with me now."

Su Luan was caught by Mu Ziyang.

After a few steps, she began to struggle, "muziyang, you let go, I will go myself."

Just outside her mother's ward, she didn't want her mother to worry.

Mu Ziyang is not tight, but also has been pulling her into the elevator.

Entering the elevator, Su Luan is pushed against the elevator wall by him.

Mu Ziyang's eyes swept the kiss marks on her neck, and his eyes were red with jealousy. "A Luan, who is that man?"