Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

With a cry, she rolled over uncomfortably and suddenly came to her senses.

The orange light shone on her eyelids. She squinted her eyes slightly, and she blinked and her eyes gradually became clear after she blinked before she could adjust to the sudden light.

Into the purpose, it is a white wall.

Lan Xiao sat up suddenly, because the movement was too fierce, the wound on her neck was involved, and she took a breath of pain.

He quickly covered his neck, but his tentacles were rough and felt like cotton.

The wound has been bandaged.

Lan Xiao was startled slightly, and immediately swept around.

The white walls and the smell of potion filled the air.

The cabinet by the bedside was full of medical machines. She moved her wrist, but there was a tingling pain.

Following his gaze, the transparent tube tied to the back of his hand was dripping potion.

There was no one in the ward, only the ticking sound of the machine reverberating everywhere.

Lan Xiao felt a panic for no reason. She eagerly wanted to know the current situation of Wen Muchu.

She gritted her teeth and pulled out the tube from the back of her hand, completely ignoring the blood splashing on the back of her hand from the torn needle.

She opened the quilt without wearing any shoes, and ran to the door.

Opening the door, just taking a step, two people in black suits suddenly appeared.

Lan Xiao was startled, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Where is Wen Muchu?"

"Miss Lan, please go back to the ward first..." One of them did not answer Lan Xiao's question, but made a gesture of please.

Unsmiling, cold and expressionless, it's not like the group of people in black who arrested her before.

It's like a bodyguard.

The door was blocked, and two tall men blocked Lan Xiao's way. Even though Lan Xiao was anxious, he had to retreat into the room.

The door was closed again, and Lan Xiao circled the room anxiously.

She also ignored the cold floor and walked back and forth in the room with her bare feet.

She was worried about Wen Muchu, she didn't know whether his leg was abolished when the stick went down.

About ten minutes later, a conversation sounded outside the door, and then the door was pushed aside from the outside.

Lan Xiao saw Wen Muchu wearing a blue and white medical gown standing at the door against the light, leaning on a cane.

Lan Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and the whole person was stunned.

Immediately, she rushed to Wen Muchu without thinking about it, and threw herself into his arms.

Because of too much momentum, he almost didn't throw Wen Muchu down.

Lan Xiao heard a muffled hum from his throat, and she was startled, like a scared rabbit, and suddenly retreated from his arms.

She caressed the wound on his shoulder blade anxiously, sweating on her forehead, and nervously asked: "How? Did I touch your wound? I... I am damned, I should pay attention to it."

Wen Muchu embraced her shoulders with his backhand, Yu Guang saw her barefoot, and his voice sank softly, "Why get out of bed without wearing shoes?"

Lan Xiao only noticed that she hadn't worn shoes for so long.

She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, and looked up and down Wen Muchu's physical condition with her eyes unblinking.

Checked the wound on his shoulder blade, it was bandaged there and no more bleeding.

Except for the large and small wounds on his body, his leg was tied with plaster.

Lan Xiao's eyes shrank slightly, and slowly squatted down, trying to touch his calf.

Wen Muchu's eyes were faintly cold, and he quickly took her arm and lifted her with one hand.

"what are you doing?"