Sweet Wife, be Good!

The young master has always been indifferent, and Chen Qi knows that he doesn't bother to use emotions to anyone. Xia Jiu is the person he uses the most emotions, so Chen Qi begged Xia Jiu.

Xia Jiu's voice froze slightly: "Since he doesn't like people around him, then I don't need to go there."

Chen Qi said: "Then Miss Xia, go get your shawl back. I have already cleaned it just now, so I won't have to send it here next time."

This is true.

Although the shawl is not a very valuable thing, it doesn't seem like a thing to stay on Shen Muhan's side.

Xia Jiu nodded and said, "Okay."

"Miss Xia, please follow me." Chen Qi led the way.

The shawl was placed in Shen Muhan’s ward, Xia Jiu stepped into it. Although his ward was large, the bed was placed in a clear position. At a glance, he could see the man lying on the bed, the whole body was filled with instruments, and the screen beside him The digital signs of the body are displayed on it.

The man still closed his eyes and mouth tightly, looking bored.

He was not wearing any clothes. Xia Jiu had never looked at it carefully before. Every time his eyes touched his abdominal muscles, he would subconsciously avoid it.

Now that he was not in his gaze, Xia Jiu didn't have any burden to see. She only discovered that the skin on his body was mottled with all kinds of old and new scars.

It looks like some scars, it's obviously a few years old, but it hasn't disappeared. On the contrary, it is hideous and abnormal, looking a little dazzling and terrifying.

"Your young master, is often hurt?" Xia Jiu lowered his eyes and asked faintly.

"It's much better now. I used to get injured frequently. There were many and heavy tasks in the past, so naturally it was inevitable." Chen Qi said casually.

Xia Jiu walked a few steps closer, and saw that Shen Muhan's expression was extremely pale. Although he was not dead, it seemed that he was not far from death.

Xia Jiu remembered that when he was injured, wearing a special uniform, his mission should be to defend his family and the country?

Then I shouldn't have cursed him for dying earlier. Although he was very harsh on himself, his life seemed to have great significance to other people.

Well, Xia Jiu took back the feelings of looking forward to his death, and he was still alive.

What's more, it seems that as long as he doesn't show up in front of him, he really hasn't come to provoke himself.

Chen Qi handed the packed shawl to Xia Jiu: "Miss Xia."

Xia Jiu reached out and took it, holding it in his hand, the shawl was soaked in blood stains, now it has been cleaned with a new look, and there is nothing left on it.

"Then I'm leaving." After Xia Jiu put the shawl in the bag, he turned and left.

But the wrist was suddenly grasped, holding her with great force.

Xia Jiu turned around and found that the person holding him was not Chen Qi, but Shen Muhan.

With that strength just now, she subconsciously thought that Chen Qi wanted to let herself stay, but she didn't expect it to be Shen Muhan.

Isn't he still unconscious? Where did the strength come from?

Chen Qi was also taken aback.

Xia Jiu's delicate eyebrows frowned, and he stretched out his hand to break Shen Muhan's fingers. His fingers just unconsciously grasped her wrist. When they held it down, they seemed to be burned together, and they couldn't break apart at all.

On the hospital bed, Shen Muhan didn't open his eyes, and the physical signs on the screen beside him were very stable, and there was no change in sight.

Chen Qi hurriedly brought a chair to Xia Jiu, and said, "Miss Xia, why don't you stay here for a while, I think the young master...seems like you really need you."

"I said I'm very busy." Xia Jiu didn't plan to stay at all. Wouldn't it be possible to stay here, and when he wakes up, throw a check on his face?

She had no intention of continuing to deal with this man.

"But this young master's hand can't be broken, nor can we saw off his fingers or your wrist." Chen Qi was also helpless.

Xia Jiu had to sit down first, she seriously suspected that the man on the bed was deliberate, the unconscious person, where did such a lot of energy come from.

But after sitting down, she also discovered that the man hardly moved, except for the hand that grabbed his wrist, the rest of him was still calm.

Potion and oxygen continued to enter his body in an orderly manner, but the look on his face did not recover.

Xia Jiu looked at him boredly. When he didn't play hooligans and didn't take money to hit people, he was actually pretty decent, and his prettiest eyebrows were less arrogant and a little more childlike.

And she found that his eyelashes are very long and thick. No wonder he always feels that his eyes are as deep as the sea and the color is like ink. These long eyelashes probably add luster to him.

If he had such thick long eyelashes and such a pair of eyes, no matter what kind of face he put on, it would be difficult to look ugly.

Just looking attentively, those eyes with slender tails suddenly opened, dark as ink, before Xia Jiu could react, Shen Muhan jumped up from the bed and turned Xia Jiu over and pressed it on the bed.

His arm was placed under Xia Jiu's neck, and a standard backhand grappling motion that could be used as a template caused Xia Jiu's sore throat to make a squeamish cry: "It hurts!"

Xia Jiu was stunned by this sudden change. Not only was the throat, but there was no pain in other places. There was also a faint pain in the scalp of his wrists, arms, throat, and the long hair that he was involved in.

In Shen Muhan's ink-colored pupils, a trace of clarity and sanity was restored, and the consciousness came closer, as if he remembered that this was not a mission or a time of life and death.

He lowered his eyes, the girl who was captured by himself, her face was deformed in pain, but still could not conceal her exquisite charm, even if it was blown away by the rain and wind, the beautiful flowers still could not conceal her beauty.

Shen Muhan let go.

Xia Jiu coughed silently, the moment her throat was held down by his arm, she really almost thought she was going to die, it was because his hand was slightly loosened that she was able to blurt out the pain.

She coughed and choked Xia Jiu's tears. She had never been beaten like this before. Just now, it seemed that all the bones in her body were broken.

She was really full and she was going to pass here to get some shawl.

She has a lot of shawls, and she has lost one or two. What's so great about it? She knew she should make a detour instead of passing here.

Xia Jiu was aggrieved and pained, and her tears slid down from her discomfort.

Tears are brought by both physical pain and psychological grievances. Once a drop is dropped, the rest will continue to come out like opening the gate.