Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

"The doctor said it was a high fever caused by inflammation, and asked her if she was hurt on her face. Why didn't she wrap it up?" Gu ziyao came over from the other end of the corridor, frowned and handed the bill to Mu Yanchen. "Fortunately, she's back now."

The mobile phone was removed from his ear. Mu Yanchen's eyes glanced at the list and didn't answer.

"I'll go to the company," he said in a low voice, "and I'll pick her up when she wakes up."

Turning his eyes, his long leg was just about to cross Gu ziyao to the elevator next to the corridor, but he was stopped. When he raised his eyes, he saw Gu ziyao's face slightly embarrassed. He smiled, raised his chin towards the ward, and mu Yanchen paused. Then his deep and indifferent eyes swept through the ward and saw that the people on the hospital bed had woken up. At the moment, he was looking at them with dark and clear eyes.

He lowered his eyes, filled the air, and said in a deep voice to Gu ziyao, "wait."

Seeing the tall and straight figure pacing slowly from a distance, Lanxi covered his forehead with his small hand, his face was slightly hot, a little dizzy, and he felt that he was still burning.

"Still uncomfortable?" he leaned over, put his arms on the bed, and asked indifferently.

"Well," she found herself hoarse.

He nodded, "then have a rest."

"Did you send me?"

He paused and slightly frowned: "your father is not in good health and should not go out. I'll drop you off."

Lanxi's long eyelashes drooped, and she didn't want to think about the truth of his words, but in fact she had seen clearly that since Mo Ruqing entered the door of Mu's house, she had lost her position in Mu Lanxi, whether in her father's heart or in that big mansion.

"Oh." her eyes were clear and indifferent.

It seems that everything has been explained, and mu Yanchen's tall and straight figure is about to get up.

A soft little hand suddenly climbed up his cuff, with a trace of hasty but sincere taste, slid down his silk shirt, held his wrist exposed in the air, and the cool temperature wrapped him delicately.

Mu Yanchen's body gave a meal.

Lanxi's small face was burning red, and her palms were sweating, but she bit her lips and stubbornly grabbed him. Fortunately, he also maintained such a posture. She waited until she was angry, she tried to summon up the courage to lift her eyes, and whispered softly, "Mu Yanchen... Thank you."

thank you.

When I felt that the whole world hated me and cold me, it gave me a strange but ironing warmth.

The long eyelashes shook like butterfly wings, and the crimson on her face faded. Bei teeth gently bit her lower lip: "I didn't like you before, but I should just don't like your mother. It has nothing to do with you."

"Don't blame me, will you?"

"You're still a nice person. Even though I'm good for me, I won't call your brother because... I haven't called before. It's strange. I'll try to change my mouth in the future. Is that ok?"

She then raised her eyes. In her clear water eyes, there was an undisguised desire for warmth and kindness.

Like a small and clear clam, it quietly opened its defense and exposed the softest part to him.

The hand wrapped around the wrist is soft and tight.

Mu Yanchen a pair of deep and indifferent eyes on her eyes. For a moment, it was like an electric current ran from his heart to all parts and bones. A trace of cold appeared in his eyes, and his thin lips were cold. It seemed that he had to maintain a trace of soberness, so that he could still have some sense in her hot eyes that melted people so quickly.