Flash marriage sweet wife: Mr.Mu, hard to serve

Wenjing naturally noticed that some of his hands didn't know where to put them, so he almost ran to the bed and covered himself with a quilt.

However, Mu Yuxing is approaching step by step in the next moment.

Wen Jing bit his lip and looked at him with innocent eyes.

Mu Yu line Adam's apple rolling, the invasion of the eyes more and more spread.

With a long arm extended, Wen Jing, who wanted to escape, was caught in his arms.

"Mu Yuxing, let me go..." Wenjing struggled, "take a bath, take a bath!"

"No way." Mu Yuxing is like a beast now.

Wen Jingte Want to cry without tears!

You can't push him away, you can't escape.

Can only be pressed in his arms, the movement became uncontrollable

They haven't done such shameful things for a long time. Wen Jing is a little afraid.

But mu Yuxing is very gentle, coax her, gentle just gradually put down the guard.

As she relaxed, she closed her eyes and gripped the sheet tightly.

But the next moment, she felt some warm liquid flowing out

The hand immediately resists Mu Yuxing, she curls up the leg.

"I Here comes the one She dare not look at Mu Yuxing's face.

It's very dark.

Take a deep breath, Muyu change and embrace Wenjing, kiss her eyebrows.

"Is there one here?" Wen Jing asked.

"Which one?" Mu Yuxing frowned and didn't understand.

"Sanitary napkin..."

"I'll ask Sisi."

Musi was already asleep. She was a little angry when she heard the knock at the door in the middle of the night. She came to open the door and saw her brother's tense face, but she couldn't say it again.

What kind of dissatisfaction?

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Borrow the sanitary napkin." Mu Yuxing's tone is a bit awkward.

"Poof!" Musi couldn't help laughing, then showed a sudden expression, "it seems that it's really desire dissatisfaction!"

Mu Yuxing's face is more heavy, "don't talk nonsense."

"All right, take them all." Mousse threw him a big bag.

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The next day, Wen Jing woke up in Mu Yuxing's arms.

His hand was close to his chest, and his temperature was within reach.

Her face was slightly red, and she was embarrassed when she remembered the scene of last night's gun fire.

Chin was raised, Mu Yuxing woke up earlier than her, looking at her sleepy eyes, thin lips slightly raised.

"Will it be uncomfortable?" A man's voice is low and sexy in the morning.

Wen Jing shakes her head. She seldom suffers from menstrual pain. In the past, she occasionally suffers from menstrual pain. Mu Yuxing will also take care of her.

Such a day, did not expect to come back.

After breakfast, Mu Yuxing sent her to Linhai University.

"Wait for me in the office tonight." He exhorted.

Wen Jing nodded, "please remember to get the report from your grandfather. Tell me something."

"Well." Mu Yu xingban over her shoulder, and fell a deep kiss to leave.

Back to mu, Gao Qian had been waiting.

"Mr. mu, Qi got the financing." Gao Qian reports.

Smell speech, the facial expression of Mu Yu line is very gloomy, "who gives financing?"

"No way."

The identity of this investor is very mysterious. Gao Qian has been investigating Qi Shen's whereabouts, but there is no clue at all.

Mu Yu line tired ground pinched to pinch eyebrow heart, "continue to check."

In the afternoon, Wen Jing left class early and went to the hospital to report on her health.

The one she got before should have been replaced by Mu Yuxing for a long time. She can only do another check by herself.

Seeing the doctor, Wen Jing was uneasy and uneasy.

Although probably know their own physical condition, but now personally face, she is still very nervous.

"Miss Wen, I read your report and film. In fact, the tumor in your brain can be resected. It's just because of the special location. If it is resected, it may hurt the nerves and cause a series of symptoms. It's immeasurable. I also suggest that it should not be resected, otherwise it may be very dangerous during the operation." The doctor said.

Wen Jing sinks her face. She is a neurologist, and she knows the danger of it. But she hopes others will tell her the truth.

So it is.

Her face went white inch by inch.

"How much time do I have."

"In terms of drug treatment, according to the current clinical cases, the lucky ones can live over five years, but generally only three years."

Calm nod, want to adjust their emotions, can be too difficult.

She didn't know how she left the hospital. The cold wind was blowing outside. She squatted around her shoulders and her eyes became more and more red.

It's really freezing.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came closer. Ling Yu took off his coat and covered Wenjing."Gentle and quiet." He called her.

But she never recovered.

Ling Yu stood beside her, blocking the cold wind for her.

When Wen stood up quietly, his legs were completely soft and he could hardly stand.

Ling Yu held her steady.

Lift Mou, see Ling Yu, Wen Jing is obviously very surprised.

His coat slipped down and became stiff.

"Thank you. I'm not cold." Wenjing hands him his coat.

But Ling Yu didn't take it.

Deep eyes have been looking at her.

"What's the matter?"

"Why are you crying?" Ling Yu still stubbornly covers her with her coat.

"I didn't cry." He turned his head quietly.

But her red eyes and pale face could not be concealed.

"Do you need my shoulder to lean on?" Ling Yu asked.

Wen Jing shook her head. "I'm really OK."

"Then I can always take you back?"

"Good."

Get in the car, calm and absent-minded, full of doctor's words.

and she heard as like as two peas outside the office.

Three years.

She has only three years.

Wenjing was full of sadness, and Ling Yu felt it clearly.

Frowning, instead of driving back to school, he drove to a shopping mall.

Wen Jing came back and looked at him suspiciously.

"Get out of the car and take you to a place."

Ling Yu took her to a mini K room. Wen Jing sat down and became more confused.

"I want to cry here."

Then Ling Yu helped her put on the earphone, and the music was tuned to the maximum.

With a gentle blink, listening to the music playing in the earphone, you can relax and feel better.

The microphone was handed to her, and Ling Yu's eyes were smiling.

"I sing It's not nice. " Gentle and quiet, slightly embarrassed.

She has been disyllabic since childhood.

"It doesn't matter. I'm your audience all the time."

Wenjing took the microphone and simply sang a few words. Tears moistened her eyes. She didn't fall down.

After sniffing, she finally felt better.

Leaving the mini K room, Wen Jing looks at Ling Yu, "thank you."

"Going to dinner?" Although Ling Yu asked, she had already taken her to a restaurant.

It's a hot pot shop. It's very popular, but the manager seems to know Ling Yu. There are many people waiting outside. Ling Yu has already got a seat.

"Eat spicy food and cry if you want."