Chapter 54

"Wheel, you see today's weather is very good, cloudless, let's take a bath, OK?" "I know, mom. I'll do it right away. " Don't smile back.

In my memory, she always called his mother as mother and his father as father.

Although his parents didn't object to her on the surface, they didn't treat her as Zhang's daughter-in-law. At best, she was a free servant. She could come as soon as she called and go as soon as she waved.

But Mo Hui couldn't see it. He still cried happily every day.

Mo Hui seemed to stare at the wheel again. For a while, the wheel seemed to feel her pressure. After looking at each other for a while, she was soft and obediently allowed to lead her to the basin.

Mo Hui is an anxious person. As soon as he sees that the wheel begins to soften, he greets him with cold water. When the wheel is cold, he screams and struggles.

Mo Hui stretched out his hand to stop it, put his hands around his neck and wanted it to be quiet, but the wheel had a strong feeling of being violated and bit Mo Hui's arm.

Mo Hui screamed, quickly released, the wheels howled and ran to his mother for help.

Mo Hui's arm shed a lot of blood, his mother did not look at Mo Hui, light down a sentence, "not enough success, more than failure."

He took the wheel into the house.

Mo Hui hung his head, wet all over the body, blood constantly from the wound, looking very embarrassed. In his past memory, Mo Hui was always in a mess. He didn't clean it several times. He was either dishevelled or dishevelled, not as clean and proper as girls of the same age.

She has no time to do what these young girls should do. She is always busy with him, hoping to get his favor, or in front of his family. However, her noise does not arouse any tenderness of their hearts except their boredom.

At that time, he remembered that she looked at the study for a long time. There was expectation, prayer, desire and deep love. But in the end, she suddenly disappeared and became a black-and-white calm.

Although she knows that she can't see anything, the windows are made of special materials. You can see the outside clearly from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.

He still has the feeling of looking for something to hide.

He's the same person, that's right.

Just that silly fat woman, can't laugh, can't run, can't jump, has become a person who has almost no life heat; in the past, as long as Mo Hui stays in peace for a minute is a miracle, now she can lie on the rocking chair and quietly bask in the sun all day without making any sound.

Zhang lingshuo made a dull noise in his heart. It was the dull pain of the sharp sword piercing into the skin. The pain almost made him want to die.

Mo Hui, washed inside and outside by him, almost not like the same person.

He, when she is a brand new person in association; and she knows him from beginning to end, what is in her heart.

Is it revenge? No, no matter how a person changes, it will not be beyond the limits of nature. She does not have that IQ and EQ.

He knew why Mo Hui was so relaxed for a few days. Her smile was shallow and light. Even holding his arm was loose and she would not hold it hard. As long as he didn't hold it deliberately, she just held it politely. And she, but only a simple request, take a picture together, in the shallow stream.

Originally, she is not to revenge, not to use, she just want to leave a picture with him, let her young love have a complete.

Her love started in the stream, and now it's ending by the stream.

It turned out that she always knew that he would leave as soon as the project here was successful.

He had been trying to tie this one up all the time.

It turned out that he had never known her.

Heart, pain almost split, but the mind is more clear, she wants to escape.

Zhang lingshuo's eyebrows were startled. He whirled out of the pavilion and crossed the thorny bush. He didn't care where the thorns were on his body or on his arm. He just wanted to fly to Mo Hui's side and beg for her forgiveness.

She is so kind that she will forgive him.

Zhang lingshuo smiles, and his pace is faster and faster.

"Hello, Mr. President, can you wait for me a moment, I've been scratched by thorns!" Zhang Qing yelled in the bush. There's something wrong with the president's eyes. He passes by her, but it seems that he can't see her. He's stepping on the thorns and the ground. Is it true that the president has been with her boss for a long time and is used to the same thing.

But she had been with her boss for two years. Why didn't she learn how to step on the thorns and the ground?

Well, she thinks it's very necessary to have a good self-examination.

"Hey, wait for me. You can go. Can you leave my trolley?" Zhang Qing stares at the president's leaving on her beloved tram.

It's so poisonous. It's so poisonous!

It's so poisonous!Zhang lingshuo used the fastest speed to ride Zhang Qing's electric car to the door of the hospital, abandoned the car and ran into the back building of the hospital. Running to Mo Shun's ward, he stopped.

Began to worry, dare not open the door of the ward. Afraid to see her accusing eyes, afraid to see the cruelty of throwing her on the operating table like a rag doll two years ago, afraid to see two scars on her abdomen, new scars and old scars, all of which are his sins. She is the one who bears all the pain.

Zhang lingshuo wiped his face and pushed in, surrounded by doctors and nurses.

"What happened to her?" Zhang lingshuo asked with hoarse voice and red eyes.

"I have a fever." Old doctor Huang shakes the thermometer in his hand, but his eyes stay on Zhang lingshuo. Is this man really wrong? She sighed, and dismissed the rest of the people in the ward. "You go out first."

Until there were only three people left in the ward, Mrs. Huang said again, "people always hope to have a beginning and an end. I have been practicing medicine for most of my life. Now that I have come to the end, I want to draw a mark of perfection by myself. I'd like to make a sincere apology to you for accidentally revealing too many secrets of patients, which has caused you trouble. "

"You don't need to apologize. If it wasn't for you, I would never have had a chance to know what I had wasted or missed."

"So you have a decision in mind?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me about this eventful old man?"

"Entangle in the end, don't let go again!"

"I'm right." Old doctor Huang smiles, looks a whole, said: "she burned to 41 degrees, the situation is very serious, need to stay in hospital for careful observation. Her wound is not very well recovered. It should be a tough battle. "

"Good." Zhang lingshuo held his hand tightly, and his eyes touched the transparent rag doll Mo Hui on the hospital bed. With a bit of mechanization, he sat rigidly beside the bed, looking at Mo Hui between the beds with black eyes.

Looking at Mo Hui now, the fat and silly figure in the memory has been blurred, and can only be identified as Mo Hui by action and figure.

Zhang lingshuo stretched out his hand to hold Mo's hand on the quilt. His hands always took the initiative to hold him. Now he took it up, put it to his lips and gave it a kiss. "Mo Hui, I'm sorry, I hurt you again! I'm sorry! Never again. "

In the past, Mo Hui's body was much better than his, but now she is so easy to get sick. He can't let Mo Hui slip away from him.

Mo Hui is a very good patient. Generally, patients with a fever of 40 degrees are full of nonsense, but she is very quiet. She doesn't say a word and sleeps with her eyes closed. If I didn't touch her, I didn't know she was burning so badly. Fine beads of sweat constantly emerge from the bottom of the skin and are wiped clean by a pair of gentle hands.

However, as long as a little inattentive, her pillow towel will be wet with sweat.

"What's the matter? Has the boss got rid of his fever?" Zhang Qing asked in a low voice, asking the handsome man by the clear moon.

Originally, the light could be turned on in the ward, but the president said that too much light would disturb her boss's sleep, so he turned off the light. She wants to have curtains. The president estimates that even the moonlight will be blocked out of the window, so as not to disturb her boss.

The president was quite interesting. He insisted on taking care of her boss when he was injured. Even if she wanted to fight, she was severely rejected.

I can't see that the president, who has always been light, elegant and indifferent, has such a high profile. It seems that the introverted woman like her boss is more attractive these days. Should she ask her boss for help?