Chapter 947

With that, Jin Shixun blinked at Mu Qingqing, with a look of success.

Mu Qingqing now understood what the stinky boy was about. He was helpless and funny. Together, he was cleaning up the "roadblock" for himself! Speaking of it, this matter is enough to make Mu Qingqing headache. This younger brother is not willing to accept Mo Liancheng. Instead, he endlessly matches himself with song Yanshu when he gets the opportunity.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy did song Yanshu give Jin Shixun. He was so devoted to worship that he looked like a real fan.

Mu Qingqing gave Jin Shixun a look and yelled in a cold voice, "Stinky boy, where's my coffee!"

Jin Shixun was stunned, and then he pointed to the direction outside the door with a smile, "sorry, sister, I bribed the enemy!"

"Stinky boy, if you do this kind of boring thing again, I'll be rude to you!"

"Oh, hey, don't do it. It hurts!"

"Do you dare to make fun of your sister?"

"No, don't pull my ear. I'm wrong. I'm wrong. Can't I have my coffee for you?"

Mu Qingqing twisted Jin Shixun's ear root and taught his younger brother a lesson in the ward. The two were playing with each other like this, and the atmosphere seemed happy. Song Yanshu sits on the edge of the hospital bed, looking at the scene in front of her, but she smiles and shakes her head.

After struggling in the ward for a long time, Mu Qingqing and Jin Shixun left the ward. After all, song Yanshu wanted to have a good rest, and they didn't want to disturb for too long. What's more, Mu Qingqing has to calculate the account with Jin Shixun.

It is really too much to pull himself to the hospital, or in the face of Molian city.

When she walked out of the ward, Mu Qingqing hesitated for a moment. She wanted to ask song Yanshu about the injury on her shoulder, but she thought about it and forced her doubts down. It's just a bruise. It won't make such a fuss.

Out of the ward, Mu Qingqing's face was cold, and her tone was full of warning, "Hello, stinky boy! I warn you, don't match me up with song Yanshu. We are just friends, now is and will be! "

Just in the ward, Mu Qingqing jokingly taught her younger brother a lesson. She was also deliberately speaking to song Yanshu. It is impossible for them to have any different turning point in their feelings. Mu Qingqing is also worried that the embarrassment of the cold shoulder is not easy to deal with, and it will be difficult to deal with the strange atmosphere created by Jin Shixun, the stinky boy.

Jin Shixun put his hands in his pocket and looked disapproving. He was full of ruffian and swayed to the elevator. "Cut, who can tell the future, you are not a prophet..."

"you..." Mu Qingqing really couldn't do anything with Jin Shixun. A sentence choked in his throat, causing pain.

Before she could say the accusation, Mu Qingqing's Yu Guang happened to see the little nurse who had just helped song Yanshu change his dressing in the ward. So she turned to Jin Shixun and said, "you go to the parking lot to get the car first. I have something left in the ward. Wait at the door!"

Jin Shixun nodded and walked into the elevator.

It was not until the elevator door was closed that Mu Qingqing went to the nurse station. Fortunately, at this time, she was the only one on duty at the nurse station, which also avoided unnecessary worries about too many people.

"Hi, Hello, er... I'm..."

Mu Qingqing is a bit of a huff and puff, and she doesn't know how to introduce herself. The little nurse first recognized Mu Qingqing with a smile and said excitedly, "Oh, I know you. We just met in the ward. You are Mu Qingqing. I've seen your movies and TV plays. It's great! I also know that you are the sister of that handsome young man just now, aren't you? "

The handsome boy in the mouth of the little nurse is Jin Shixun. When he is mentioned, the nurse's face is flushed. Mu Qingqing was not only shocked, but she turned her face and left quietly. Her charm was not bad, but her sense of responsibility needed to be improved.

Mu Qingqing smiles awkwardly. She is not here to clean up the mess for Jin Shixun. She just wants to solve her doubts.

So he casually made up a reason and said, "by the way, I want to ask Yan Shu's shoulder injury, is there any big obstacle? I'm worried, will you hurt your muscles and bones? "

"Oh, that's it!"

The little nurse quickly waved her hand and explained, "no, no, you don't have to worry. Mr. Song's shoulder is just a skin injury, which will naturally recover in a few days."

"Oh, I'll rest assured. Why is he so careless? I should really scold my friend. Probably for fear of my worry, he just refused to say where he was hurt, really, like a child... "Mu Qingqing glanced at the little nurse without a trace, and sighed deliberately to herself.

The little nurse scratched her head in embarrassment and whispered, "on Wednesday, I went to change the dressing for Mr. Song. I saw that he was injured, so I paid attention to him. He said that he fell down in the yard and hit the stone stool. He also said it was a disgrace and told me not to tell others about it. "

"Miss mu, don't blame him, man. I don't want other people to know about this kind of disgrace. Don't blame him, you know. I promised to help Mr. Song keep his secret. "The little nurse may have really taken a fancy to Jin Shixun. Now she is buying it with Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing laughed. The little nurse was young and had no heart. She cheated him of the truth she wanted to know in three or five sentences. It was much simpler than she imagined, "I know. Don't worry, I won't betray you!"

Finally, Mu Qingqing left her phone number to the little nurse and told her to tell her what she had to say to herself. Of course, it must be in the spirit of worrying about song Yanshu.

All the way from the ward to the downstairs, Mu Qingqing was always a bit out of her mind. She suddenly remembered that the day on Wednesday was the day when she and moliancheng went up the mountain to save Bai Xiaoxi. Because there were a lot of accidents that day, Mu Qingqing sighed on her v-bo trumpet in the evening. It was a Black Wednesday, so she was particularly impressed.

So coincidentally, song Yanshu was injured that day. There should be no relationship between these two things.

Mu Qingqing thought to herself in her heart that she finally gave up the idea of suspecting song Yanshu, because she had just checked the ward round records three times a day. From the hospital to the mountain where the accident happened, it would take two hours at the fastest time, let alone do something.

Maybe it's because I think too much...

too much