President's Single-minded Love

The bright red blood flowed down along the shoulder of Mo Xi Jue, and the long arrow was half shorter.

Yan xiaonuo stood there and said nothing.

Mo Xi Jue's face was pale, his black eyes were still deep, and his voice was faint: "Yan xiaonuo, are you satisfied with this?"

Yan xiaonuo's tears began to fall, one by one.

Mezzi raised her hand and helped her wipe away her tears one by one. Her voice suddenly softened: "well, don't you call a doctor for me? Do you want me to die of bleeding?"

Yan xiaonuo shook off his hand and called for help.

The supervisor was so frightened that he called to send him to the hospital.

"Back to the castle." "I'm not going to the hospital," he said

The supervisor didn't dare to disobey. Before sending mexichi back to the castle, Fu Jingchen came with the medicine box.

"Messier, what are you looking for?" Fu Jingchen couldn't help shouting when he saw the decision.

Yan xiaonuo stood by, his head slightly drooping, and his face was complicated.

Mo Xi never paid attention to him. Fu Jingchen cleanly helped him deal with the wound and frowned: "do you want to die if you pierce so deep?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Said mercy coldly.

Fu Jingchen snorted coldly and pulled out the arrow with a strong hand.

Moxi decided to face as white as paper, Yan xiaonuo looked at want to go forward, but stopped.

Fu Jingchen said to Yan xiaonuo: "you come here to help."

Yan xiaonuo went to hold moxijue. From her point of view, the wound of Moxi Jue had been blocked by blood and began to come out.

As soon as her eyes were sour, her tears were about to fall. She quickly turned her head and blinked her eyes vigorously.

Fu Jingchen kept on helping Moxi stop his blood, applying medicine, and bandaging his shoulder tightly.

Yan xiaonuo asked low, "is he OK?"

Fu Jingchen nodded: "it's OK, but he may have a fever tonight. Take good care of him."

Yan xiaonuo bit his lips and said after a while, "I know."

"Go back quickly."

Yan xiaonuo helped Moxi decide to get on the car. He brought her by himself. She helped him to the back seat and drove in front of him.

The speed is very fast, Yan xiaonuo doesn't know what happened to mexicheng's injury. She just wants to go back to the castle early, so that she can feel at ease.

Vader housekeeper saw that Moxi definitely was injured and came back scared. He ran over and called the medical team.

"Fu Jingchen helped me deal with it," said Mo Xi lightly

"Young master, you'd better let the doctor come and have a look." Vader was scared to death when he saw the thick bandage.

Messi never spoke. He was always patient with Vader, who had been in charge of his affairs when he was very young.

Yan xiaonuo helped Moxi to go upstairs.

To the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, to Yan xiaonuo said: "you are here, where do not go."

Yan xiaonuo sighed. Moxi was really cruel. Where else could she escape?

Her conscience alone was hard on her.

The medical team is in a hurry to come, Yan xiaonuo found a corner to stand, so as not to hinder.

Messi was already in bed, and the doctor gave him a drip, told him something and left.

After all, Fu Jingchen's medical skills are very exquisite.

Yan xiaonuo took a long breath, looked at the pale face of Moxi Jue, and looked at his thin face, she said: "I'll go down to cook porridge for you."

"Let the maid cook, and you'll stay with me," he said

Yan xiaonuo thought about it and walked slowly.

"Sit by my bed." Messi would speak like a robot.

Yan xiaonuoyi sat down and her hand was firmly held by Moxi. She felt a little cool.

"Don't go, will you?" mursey said softly

The voice is gentle and infinite, with a supplication look that is soft enough to drip out of the water.

Yan xiaonuo couldn't stand the way of Messi. She was silent for a moment and didn't know what to say.

After a long time, she lowered her eyes: "Moxi, you have a good rest, so that you can recover quickly."

Mercy looked at her for a moment, tightening his hand, but closing his eyes.

Yan xiaonuo wants to put his hand back in the quilt, but he holds it tightly, and she can't break it.

Helpless, had to help him pull up the quilt.

At that moment, she saw that his face was almost transparent, and there was no blood color. She remembered that when they were sweet and honey, he was rich and handsome, and his rosy thin lips could always show a smile.

Since his identity was revealed, for such a long time, he has never laughed, but people are gradually becoming thin.Yan xiaonuo can't bear to think about it any more. The heating in the room is enough. Mo xijue's eyes are closed tightly. He is really asleep.

She raised her hand to help him brush the broken hair falling in front of his forehead, and her fingertips touched his forehead inadvertently.

Fortunately, it's warm. I haven't got a fever yet.

And Moxi never had any reaction. His thick eyelashes were like butterfly wings standing still.

Yanxiaonuo knew that when Messi decided to sleep, his eyelashes were trembling slightly.

She let go of her heart and gently pulled her hand out of his hand and put it back into the quilt.

Moxi never means to wake up. Yan xiaonuo looks at the medicine in the bottle and walks out of the room gently.

At the stairway of the corridor, Butler Vader is waiting there, and Yan xiaonuo walks over.

"Messi must be sleeping." Yan xiaonuo's voice is very light, "I'll cook some porridge for him."

Seeing that she did not say a word about the process of Messi's injury, housekeeper Vader knew that he could not persuade him.

If we can't achieve many goals, then we can't achieve them.

He nodded with a smile: "the young master is willing to have a good rest, and I will be relieved."

Yan xiaonuo had a shallow smile and said to housekeeper Vader, "I'll cook a little more. Butler Vader has been very hard recently. You can also eat some."

It's not polite, it's caring from the heart.

Vader sighed in his heart and had to go downstairs.

Yan xiaonuo hasn't cooked a good meal for a long time. She uses the best glutinous rice, which adds red dates and longan, which are blood tonic things, and slowly boils in the pot.

Until the smell of porridge overflowed, she turned off the fire and put the porridge in the heat preservation bucket.

Yan xiaonuo does all this well. She goes upstairs to see the situation of mexijue. Just as the hanging bottle is almost finished, she is busy calling for the doctor.

Changed a bottle of medicine again, the doctor looked at Mo xijue's face and nodded.

When Yan xiaonuo sent the doctor to the door, he asked, "doctor, will he still have a fever at night?"

The doctor said, "according to this situation, it should not be."

"That's good. How long will it take for his wound to heal?"

"At least a month."

Yan xiaonuo stayed there for a month She'll be here for another month.

One month is enough to change a lot of things.

Yan xiaonuo bit her lip, but she was a little agitated when she thought of the pale face of Messi Jue.

Turning down the stairs, she drove to grandma's tomb.

This is the first time yanxiaonuo came here after grandma was buried, and her grandparents were sleeping here together.

Yan xiaonuo found a bunch of white lilies in front of her grandmother's tombstone, with dew on the fresh petals.

She stood up and waited for a while. Sure enough, she saw Lu Ting.

"Lu Ting, when did you come back?" Yan xiaonuo said to Lu Ting, "didn't you go to Germany?"

"I just came back yesterday." Lu Ting's voice is very gentle, "listen to Fu Jingyao said, when I was a child, she was often taken care of by mother-in-law Lin. I also came to see her."

He put a bunch of brand-new lilies beside him.

Yan xiaonuo looked at it and arranged two bundles of lilies.

Lu Ting's voice was full of heartache: "are your eyes OK?"

Yan xiaonuo nodded, "it's all right now."

Lu Ting pulls out the incense hidden under the tombstone and gives Lin Nanyin a stick of incense respectfully.

The weather was fine, and the smell of sandalwood curled up. Lu Ting said, "Xiao Nuo, I'm sorry, but I'm not with you when you're most upset."

Yan xiaonuo shook his head, "you don't want to say that, no one can think of such a thing."

"The most important thing is that you have a good life so that Granny Lin can rest assured." Lu Ting helped to arrange the flowers hanging on the tombstone, "can I take you to a place?"

Yan xiaonuo was slightly surprised, "where?"

Lu Ting said with a smile: "naturally, it's a very good place. Are you worried that I will abduct you?"

Yan xiaonuo smile light: "how can."

Lu Ting drove her to a garden villa.

"The last time you suddenly said you didn't like roses, I moved these Phalaenopsis here." Lu Ting took her on the flower path. "Fortunately, you still like these."

Yan xiaonuo looks at the Phalaenopsis with pink, white and purple. It is so delicate and beautiful that it looks like a fairy tale world. She quietly follows Lu Ting behind her and doesn't know what to say.

Lu Ting walked in front of her, his voice was very light: "Xiao Nuo, do you remember? When you were in Lianshan before, you told me that there were two-story buildings where you lived. When you opened the door, you could see the flowers blooming in the garden. When you finished drawing a picture, you went to the yard to see the flowers. "

He remembers, he remembers!

Yan xiaonuo suddenly stopped, and Lu Ting turned around. Seeing that her face was not happy, he couldn't help but panic: "Xiao Nuo, what's the matter with you? Don't you like these? If you don't like it, tell me what you like and I'll change it. ""No, I like it very much." Yan xiaonuo said quickly, "I just didn't think of it."

Lu Ting put his heart down and said to her with a smile, "there are many things you didn't expect. Come on, come with me."

Yan xiaonuo follows Lu Ting around the small corridor outside the house and walks to the back.

There are six flowering trees in the backyard, two of which are Malus penduliformis. Yan xiaonuo likes the red flowers full of branches and drooping like beauties when they are in full bloom.

"I remember, you like swing best." Lu Ting stood under the swing and waved to her.

Yan xiaonuo walked past, showing a shallow bright smile.