C405 It's about the manhood

Did Mu Qinghuan think he was dead?

Moved... What does that mean?

Feng Cheng didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

However, Hei Juesi knew that being moved meant that it was not love.

Hei Juesi stared fixedly at Mu Qinghuan, his eyes were extremely empty.

Could three years of care and company be worse than another man's pain?

Hei Juesi was very disappointed, and completely disappointed in Mu Qinghuan!

Lowering his eyelids, Hei Juesi gave a cold laugh and never looked at Mu Qinghuan's expression again. He extended his leg and stepped on the gas pedal, "I was just playing, I didn't hear anything …"

Then, the car drove away.

No matter how Mu Qinghuan thought, no one was more satisfied than him.

At least, Mu Qinghuan did not follow Hei Juesi!

Ha, Feng Cheng stood up on his tiptoes and waved his hands towards Hei Juesi: It's best if we don't meet again!

Mu Qinghuan stared at the injuries on Feng Cheng's body, "How are your injuries?"

"It hurts everywhere …" Feng Cheng's expression dropped in an exaggerated fashion as he continuously rubbed against Mu Qinghuan's body, like a giant dog.

"Serves you right." Mu Qinghuan felt that his sentence was too harsh and quickly corrected herself, "Hold on a little longer, the hospital is right in front. Let's go and check it out."

Along the way, Mu Qinghuan had always supported Feng Cheng.

In order to get along a little longer, Feng Cheng rubbed his wound and cried out, "Take it slow, my waist isn't good."

However, he suddenly realized that the waist was not only a part of the body for a man, but also an important feature of his manhood …

"You're wrong, my legs aren't good." Feng Cheng changed his words.

"…" Mu Qinghuan struggled to support him, but he had never seen such a person. One second he was on the ground shouting for pain, and the next he was pestering him.

"Speak!" Based on Feng Cheng's personality, talking to himself alone was simply too boring.

He stared intently at Mu Qinghuan!

The look in his eyes made it seem as if she had committed a grave sin!

Mu Qinghuan could only remind her in a low voice, "Go slowly, just in case your waist really gets injured."

"Mu, Qing, Huan!" Clenching his fist, Feng Cheng pressed down on Mu Qinghuan's head and explained in a serious tone, "Don't worry, my waist is very good. I have been exercising since I was young, and like to play basketball.

As for how good it was, she could tell by trying.

Under Feng Cheng's boasting, they finally arrived at the hospital.

Feng Cheng was not willing to do the inspection, he only bought some anti-inflammatory medicine, "Let's go."

"No, I have to check." Mu Qinghuan persisted.

"There's really no need …" Feng Cheng rubbed his nose. Didn't he just fall on the street and then come over for an inspection?

"Are you going to do it? "If I don't, I'll go home." Mu Qinghuan waved her sleeves and left.

Feng Cheng walked up quickly, tightly holding Mu Qinghuan's hand, and nodded heavily. "Alright, alright, alright.

"…" Was she worried about him? No!

After that, the doctor checked Feng Cheng's body and did a few more tests.

With his good physique, coming to the hospital to check on him was simply too embarrassing. It would be best if he did not meet any familiar faces, otherwise, where would he put his handsome face?

The doctor did not make a sound, so Mu Qinghuan took the initiative to ask, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor glanced at Feng Cheng indifferently.

Feng Cheng turned his head and gave Mu Qinghuan a charming smile, "Of course I'm fine."

"Don't speak, listen to the doctor!" Mu Qinghuan rolled her eyes at Feng Cheng.

The doctor still didn't speak!

Just when Mu Qinghuan was depressed to the extreme, the doctor finally opened his mouth, "Sir, there's nothing wrong with you. You can just go home and drink some water."

"Doctor, his legs are a bit bad." Mu Qinghuan opened her eyes wide, and quickly reminded her.

Feng Cheng interrupted Mu Qinghuan, "I'll just break some skin wounds and buy some medicine."

This was probably the reason why the doctor was speechless...

It was just a cut to the skin and a little blood. Was there really a need to ask an expert to be a doctor?

"You don't need to be hospitalized?" Seeing Feng Cheng's injuries, Mu Qinghuan recommended for him to be hospitalized.

"No need …" Feng Cheng held her, and just as he walked out of the hospital, he saw Tina driving the car over.

When Tina saw that Mu Qinghuan was also there, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and then looked at Feng Cheng ambiguously: "Fourth Brother, you're not injured are you?"

As if he had received Tina's hint, Feng Cheng screamed miserably. "Ah —! "Oh no, my legs are hurting!"

Then, he embraced Mu Qinghuan and said, "Looks like I still have to go to the hospital …"

Thus, Feng Cheng was elegantly hospitalized, and yet to let Mu Qinghuan return home.

Mu Qinghuan hesitated for a while and decided to stay in the hospital.

Feng Cheng then covered up his happiness, and looked at her seriously: "Tell me, what is our relationship right now?"

"…" Mu Qinghuan blinked her eyes. That's right, what is her relationship with Feng Cheng now?

She had no love for Hei Juesi …

To Feng Cheng... She hesitated.

Feng Cheng became anxious, "Do you still need to consider?"

"Yes, I need to observe." Mu Qinghuan's words infuriated Feng Cheng to the point that he wanted to die.

Mu Qinghuan pursed her lips, feeling pleased, and took the initiative to express her goodwill, "I'll peel the apples for you, do you want to eat it or not?"

"No!" After covering himself with the blanket, Feng Cheng immediately turned around and threw Mu Qinghuan a view of her back!

Worried that Mu Qinghuan would walk away, Feng Cheng had never felt this stifled before. He immediately turned his head again and saw that Mu Qinghuan was seriously peeling the apple, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

After eating the fruit, Feng Cheng slept on the sickbed.

Mu Qinghuan read a book on the sofa for a while before sleeping on the huge bed beside him.

Don't know how much time has passed...

Feng Cheng rubbed his forehead as he woke up. He felt that his entire body was uncomfortable, his eyelids felt like they weighed thousands of kilograms.

It was only five in the morning!

Go back to sleep!

With a snort, Feng Cheng let out a breath and turned around, but found that Mu Qinghuan was not around!

She's gone?

Feng Cheng suddenly sat up, looked around to confirm that there was no one inside the sickroom.

Outside the window, the sky was slightly pale.

Feng Cheng noticed that the bulging bag by the window was Mu Qinghuan's handbag.

If she left on her own, she couldn't have forgotten her bag!

He was sleepwalking again?

Wearing only a shirt, Feng Cheng ferociously opened the ward's door and tried to search the corridor, but there was no one in front of him.

"Mister …" A nurse who was on duty was about to get off work. When she saw Feng Cheng, she looked distracted, as if she was very surprised.

"You, have you seen Miss Mu?" Feng Cheng suddenly asked.

"No, no …" The nurse was a little surprised, but she didn't think too much about it.

Feng Cheng clenched his teeth, and rushed into the elevator!

With one hand pressing on the wall of the elevator, Feng Cheng held onto his phone with the other. He tried to contact Mu Qinghuan, but no one replied him.

This was a dilapidated district!

There were two people lying outside the abandoned garbage house.

That slim woman … Her name was Wu Sisi. Her face had been destroyed, she had lost consciousness, and her body was covered in blood.

Lying beside Wu Sisi, Mu Qinghuan had her eyes closed, and was holding a blade in her hand. The blade's edge was dyed red with blood.

Mu Qinghuan looked like she did not have any consciousness, and her eyes were empty.

When Feng Cheng arrived, he was shocked by the scene before him.

Feng Cheng could not believe what he was seeing, and his face was pale.

His head was burnt for around ten or so seconds, almost as if it was made of instinct, which drove Feng Cheng to walk towards Mu Qinghuan slowly, step by step.

The sky gradually turned white, and soon, passersby would come over to see what was happening.

At that time, Mu Qinghuan would definitely recognize her as the murderer.

If this was the case, the previous three accidents would also be pushed towards Mu Qinghuan.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Cheng tried to forget what he saw. As if he had gone mad, he immediately picked up Mu Qinghuan.

As for the blade in Mu Qinghuan's hand...

Feng Cheng wiped off Mu Qinghuan's and his own fingerprints on it, then threw it at a place not far away.