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

She wore a soft white and fluffy chiffon shirt, her washed hair was scattered, band aids were attached to her chin, elbow and palm, her cold water eyes looked at Gu ziyao, and her clear voice said, "don't you know that you should keep quiet in the ward?"

That clear little face is full of rejection.

She couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear what people in her father's company regarded him as. It's not enough to spin like a top during the day. Now she has to complain when she is ill.

Gu ziyao looked embarrassed.

After putting away the documents, he simply asked mu Yanchen for his last opinion, motioned several people around him with his eyes and went out together. When he was in the ward, he returned to quiet and slightly infiltrated people.

In such an atmosphere, her courage disappeared in an instant, her face was slightly pale, and she stood in place and didn't even dare to approach.

What else can she say?

She rejected him in the most straightforward way and put his feelings and dignity under her feet. She even said he was disgusting

Even she felt that she was not qualified to stand here and asked him if it hurt, okay.

It was like waking up after a cocoon breaking. The smell of disinfectant in the ward also had the effect of calming and concentration. Mu Yanchen's thin lips were slightly pursed, and Junyan Yingting was still. The white gauze in front of his broken hair was slightly dazzling, but it showed a morbid beauty. The cold atmosphere slowly spread. He paused, took away the documents at hand and opened his mouth low.

"Lan Xi. Come here."

The husky voice was still soft, with an irresistible smell.

Lanxi's steps moved in the past, summoned up the courage, raised her eyes to look at him, but saw that the bottom of his eyes was still covered with bits and pieces of blood, which was so red that people were distressed. As soon as she suffocated on her chest, her eyes trembled twice, and hung down her eyelashes with a sour nose.

"Where is it hurt?" he asked in a deep voice, staring at her.

She shook her head, "it's all bruises, nothing much. Brother, you..."

"That's good."

Mu Yanchen's low magnetic voice interrupted her words. His deep and cold eyes retracted and said slowly, "if you have nothing to do today, go back to school. You've delayed your course yesterday. I'll find time to make up for it. I won't tell your father about the exam. As for the morning, I can tell them that I sent something to you at school. If something happened accidentally, I said I didn't know if I asked too many questions. I'll deal with it."

After a long pause, he seemed to feel that he had explained it and nodded, "do you have anything else to do?"

I couldn't hear anything for a long time.

Mu Yanchen frowned slightly, looked up and found that her eyes were too red. The hands holding the railing of the hospital bed began to shake. He looked at her as if someone had scolded him. He just felt that her sky was about to collapse.

Jun's face turned pale. Mu Yanchen thought that the severe pain of the car accident could temporarily paralyze people's nerves, but he didn't expect that his heart would still hurt. Seeing her, his heart seemed to be gouged out.

Thin lips pursed pale, put away the food rack in front of him, and said in a low voice, "come here."

The soft white figure approached. He took a deep breath. His eyes were bright and dark, with unfathomable love and love. He led her to hold her tightly in his arms, bent his head, and printed her soft, slightly wet hair on his thin lips.

"What's the matter? Who bullied you again, huh?" he said softly, afraid of hurting her.

There was a faint smell of Medicine on him, mixed with a fresh and clean body smell.

Lanxi couldn't help it. His hot tears fell down and choked, "brother... I'm sorry."

Mu Yanchen's eyes trembled for a moment, and there was no big reaction, but there was a wave of light flashing from Junyan's face, blurred and enchanted. He turned his head slightly and printed her ears on his thin lips: "worried?"

She choked and said nothing.

There was a trance in the corners of his eyes. He continued to ask, "so you can accept me, can't you?"

The man in his arms was really stiff. The little face that had heard of his breathing turned pale and twisted gently.

A faint smile, gently blooming on the lips, very pale.

"Lanxi, I know I forced you too hard. It's normal for you to escape. Just don't think I'm kidding you. I don't have feelings. I never play with you."

Lanxi stabbed in his heart, bit his lips, and looked up at him with his wet eyes: "but I'm not the only one who will treat you well? There will certainly be other women who will treat you well in the future. Do you... - do you like them all??

"Maybe there will be," Mu Yanchen said with a smile, "but I don't know if there will be one that makes me so distressed. Seeing that she is dangerous, she will rush up, she can't bear to cry, and she doesn't want to force when she is sad... Lanxi, do you think there will be any?"

Chest pain, hot tears fell down, she was about to lose her support.

The smile gradually dispersed. Mu Yanchen looked pale and focused on her eyes. He said in a slow voice: "what's right. You're my own sister. I also think I love you and want to hold you, kiss you and want you... Even your breath. It's really disgusting."

His tone was light and weightless, but he hit her heart one by one.

"Brother, I'm not..." she choked to explain.

"Lanxi, I'll let you go now, okay?"

It was like a heavy thunder blowing in the ward. Lanxi was shocked speechless for a moment and slowly understood it for a long time.

She didn't know where to put her hands and whether to breathe. Her long eyelashes rustled. A pair of water eyes looked at him strangely, but she saw the suffocating seriousness of his eyes.

Her eyes were scarlet. Mu Yanchen pinched her chin with his two fingers and said in a low voice, "there's only one chance. Do you want to go back to the way I used to be, good or bad?"

Lanxi reacted.

She had a pale little face and nodded in a flustered way.

Mu Yanchen stabbed her in the heart and stared at her motionless. He had expected that she would promise, but he didn't expect her to promise so simply. He hooked his lips and smiled, restrained his impulse, moved his fingers from her skin, leaned back slowly on the pillow, as if the whole heart had been hollowed out in an instant.

There is no future and hope.

The door of the room opened at this moment, and the voice of dialogue spread into the ward. Nie Mingxuan came in with a conversation with a little nurse, with a smile on his lips. When he raised his eyes to see the scene in front of him, Nie Mingxuan couldn't help but be stunned.

The figure of the people in front of the ward was slim and Yingying stood. Messy band aids were distributed on the chin and elbow, like broken dolls. The man on the hospital bed had a soft face, but his eyes were full of fatigue, just like being badly hurt.

As smart as Nie Mingxuan, he sensitively smelled out a trace of wrong strength, walked over, spread his hands, smiled and looked up at the weak girl, and said softly, "this is heartache?"