Chapter 730

Confused, the only thing mujiutian can believe now is Sheng huainuan and bunier. When they call and send them to the emergency room, they choose the hospital under the name of Gu group, which mujiutian can control.

When Gu Shaoqing arrived in a hurry after receiving the news, Mu Jiutian squatted at the door of a ward. When he held her up, her feet were cold, her eyelashes were thin and trembling, and her reaction seemed to be slow. When his kiss fell on her forehead, she blinked slowly, His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Shaoqing..."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm late."

That pair of black-and-white apricot eyes, even if it is to glare at his face, also lax empty, lean on his arms, after a long time to speak again: "he saved me, but he really can't endure for long..."

More than half an hour has passed since the end of the operation.

But mujiutian couldn't forget what Niebuhr said to her when she stood in front of the operating room and took off her mask. Every word was very meaningful and heavy: "he really didn't have many days, no more than two years at the most. The original gunshot wound hurt his lung, and he didn't pay attention to it all the time. He should have been smoking cigars without any restraint. I also noticed that he recently suffered a new stab wound to his lung, which resulted in new and old injuries. The endurance of his lung can't meet the normal requirements. If he doesn't take good care of it, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for two years. "

"Two years..." even the breath became heavier, and the long eyelashes covered the look at the bottom of my eyes. No wonder, no wonder what was put on the table in the box was cigarettes, not cigars

Mujiutian listened to his almost silent voice: "is there any way to prolong the time?"

"I still need to study it."

Research

"What are you going to do?"

Gu Shaoqing's voice sounded above her head. Mu Jiutian's whole body was cold. Even if she absorbed the heat from him, she could not ease it. She shook her head slowly. The whole person was so flustered that she was so cool and calm that she didn't know what to do: "I don't know, I really don't know..."

"Have you ever thought about forgiving him?"

"Why forgive?"

Suddenly the mood swings, mujiutian opened a pair of apricot eyes, straight at: "he bullied my mother, but also indirectly killed her, if not, I'm afraid I won't bear so much right and wrong, just because he saved me once, can't I forgive him?"

VIP The corridor of the area is so quiet that there is no sound.

Overhead close to the pale light, fell on their faces, plain outlines a desolate taste.

Gu Shaoqing felt her hair for a long time, and then slowly said: "but you... Didn't want to choose to forgive him long ago?"

Otherwise, they will not accept his approach, his kindness, and integration into his life.

It's just that mujiutian is never willing to admit it.

When entering the ward, Gu Shaoqing didn't accompany her. She was the only one. When entering the ward, Bartley had already awakened, or he had already awakened. He was lying on the head of the bed in his hospital uniform. At the moment he saw her, her eyebrows softened, and her low alcohol magnetic voice called her: "sweet wine, you're here."

"Yes." She dropped her eyes and said in a low voice, "don't smoke or cigar in the future."

Bartley was stunned at first, and then he began to laugh: "it's OK. It's hard to change my habits for so many years. Let's talk about me..."

With the glare of mujiutian, he didn't need to say a word, so Bartley immediately raised his hand and surrendered: "OK, you say I quit, I quit." He stopped and said, "don't believe what Andre said. I'm fine. I'll wait for you to take Solomon back to see me in the future."

I just don't know whether it will be people or graves.

"Mr. Andre said..."

Before she even finished speaking, she was interrupted by Butler: "by the way, little Solomon's Chinese name seems to be Wangshu, right?"

Mujiutian pursed her lips and nodded, because what Niebuhr had just said had already been confused.

Bartley laughed. "What's your last name?"

In a moment, she didn't react. She raised her eyes subconsciously and looked at Bartley. Then she slowly spat out two words: "surname Yu."

Her mother, Yu Peili.

Mu Jiutian doesn't want Xiao Wangshu's surname "Mu", let alone his surname "Wayne". After thinking about it, Yu finally decides.

No matter what kind of mentality her mother had in mind when she was born, and what mentality she had in mind when she finally died in front of her, her mother gave her life and everything.Yu... Yu Peili.

In a trance, Bartley seemed to recall the woman who had been resisting from beginning to end for seven days. Her beautiful face coincided with her sweet face in reality. In a hurry, he was old, but she stayed in such a beautiful age forever.

That kind of smile in the throat: "well, surnamed Yu Hao, Yu Wangshu, if your mother has a spirit in heaven, she will be happy."

If it wasn't for this accident, maybe the two of them couldn't discuss the past affairs so calmly in their life.

Mujiutian sat by the bed, picked up an apple and slowly cut it with a knife. Her face didn't change much. As always, she was cool and calm, but there was a layer of obedience in silence. Her voice rang quietly in the quiet Ward: "well, she will be happy, If you see that I also have children... After you get well, you can go to the western suburb cemetery with me to see her. I buried her there. "

"Xicheng District is the place where she was born and raised, so she should not like to go to Paris with me, so this is the first time you see her, and it should be the last time."

"No way." Butler tentatively put his big palm on her wrist: "if you like, we can fly back to see her every year and bring her the flowers she likes."

Mujiutian can see her reflection from Bartley's pupil, a pale and embarrassed face with makeup. So much right and wrong has passed. She is willing to use time to smooth everything as long as there is no one to uncover the scar at the bottom of her heart.

The big palm on her wrist was warm enough to make her smile and nod: "OK."

"Well, I'll arrange it here..."

"Bartley." She suddenly called his name: "you should know that I came back to accompany huainuan. We have already made a reservation to leave in three days, so we don't have to trouble you any more."

The expression on Bartley's face stagnated for a few seconds, obviously spreading layers of hesitation, but still smiling: "OK, you can decide these little things." Then she helped Mu Jiutian lift the hair on her cheek. At the moment of contact, she could even feel the slight tremor of his fingertips: "then I'll be waiting for you in Paris."

"Good." She rolled up her lips and stopped for a few seconds. "And that document... If it can make you feel at ease, you can ask Andre to give it to me, and I'll sign it."

She doesn't mind whether it's on the Wayne family tree or the klesters.

His face immediately filled with a smile: "well, good."

"Then you eat apples."

In fact, if you calm down, mujiutian finds that it's not very difficult to really get along with Bartley. He has experienced a lot of people in his life. No matter what he says, he can always catch up. Until Gu Shaoqing knocks on the door, they still maintain a harmonious atmosphere.

The well-defined palm naturally reached her waist, nodded to Bartley as a courtesy, and lowered her voice: "hungry or not, I'll take you back to eat first. If you want to come again, I'll send you back."

Even Butler advised her: "well, you go back with Mr. Gu first."

But mu Jiutian shakes her head and raises her face in a natural and common tone: "if it's OK, I won't go back. You can ask aunt Yu to send some digestible food to the ward later. I'll be here with my father tonight. You remember to have a rest early and don't read the papers too late."

I said a lot.

But no one can ignore one of the most gentle and natural words.

My dad