Lie Ai's newlyweds: President, admit defeat

Mo Xiaoxue has always felt that there is a feeling that can be suppressed. No matter how much she likes Shen Junyu, if she knows that she is being used, her emotions will collapse uncontrollably. If this is the case, then she What are you still doing at Shen's house?
At some point, Mo Xiaoxue fell into a drowsy sleep again, presumably because she was tired. If there was nothing else, she really wanted to sleep like this until dawn.

But what should come will always come, and she doesn't want to keep wronging herself, if she feels better tomorrow, then ask Shen Junyu what's going on.

She thought in her heart that the night was gradually coming.

Early the next morning, when Mo Xiaoxue opened her eyes, there was still no sign of Shen Junyu. She didn't know where this person had gone, but thinking about it carefully, according to what others said yesterday, the place he should go most now is company.

"Miss Mo, are you awake? You're feeling better. I don't feel any discomfort. If you want to eat something, just tell me." The servant who usually served Mo Xiaoxue threw all kinds of things at her as soon as she entered the door. Although most of the questions were for her own good, she really didn't know how to answer so many of them suddenly.

"I'm not a child, and it's not that I can't take care of myself, so I shouldn't be so careful." She laughed at herself, got up quickly, put on her clothes, and rubbed her sleeping mess Hair, went straight to the bathroom.

"Miss Mo, I'll take out the sheets and wash them for you first. Is there anything else to wash? I'll take them out together." The servant shouted.

Didn't the sheets and bedding just be washed yesterday?Mo Xiaoxue was surprised, she ran out with a toothbrush in her mouth regardless of her own image, even though the words in her mouth were a bit slurred, she still heard them clearly.

The servant patiently explained: "Miss Mo, this is the order of the young master. He said that you have been seriously ill. There must be something unclean in your home, such as quilts. If you get the virus again, if your condition worsens, don't take care of it." Very good……"

Mo Xiaoxue was speechless, she wasn't some frail and sick young lady, so she shouldn't be so troublesome.

Forget it, since he ordered it to go like this, maybe it's just a simple quilt, and it's also some kind of trap he arranged, Mo Xiaoxue really doesn't want to say anything, why bother to be hypocritical?Is there anything to say that isn't better?

She quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face, packed her things and was just about to go out, but was stopped by a servant: "Miss Mo, the young master said that your illness will recover today, so you must pay more attention and not go out."

"What?" Mo Xiaoxue completely collapsed, this is the rhythm of forcing herself to death, why didn't Shen Junyu find a big cage to lock herself up?
Oh, it's really ridiculous, Mo Xiaoxue thinks this is the funniest joke she's ever heard, not one of them.

Since she couldn't go out, she didn't resist any more, she was very calm, as if she had thought of it a long time ago, and then started to think about it in her mind.

After much deliberation, Mo Xiaoxue finally realized a problem. It seemed that she hadn't heard from Ye Ziming for a long time. Was she busy with some big business again?

She found Ye Ziming's phone number in the phone. It may be that she hasn't contacted him for a long time, and even the ranking is at the bottom. She searched for a long time before she found his number.

After struggling more or less, Mo Xiaoxue finally hit him.

After all, Shen Junyu has already used herself, and it is useless for her to think about it, as long as it can make herself feel better, why not do it.

Thinking of this, she felt a little more at ease, and Mo Xiaoxue dialed directly, but she didn't expect that Ye Ziming's weak voice was on the other side of the phone.

Lying on the hospital bed, Ye Ziming felt that he always had a feeling of powerlessness, the incision on his body was still aching, and there were those small cuts that were scratched at unknown times, one or two, although they were the same as the wound on his leg. Compared with the scars, they are nothing but a drop in the bucket, but they still hurt people's hearts just looking at them.

Since he was injured, he only called him about work matters, and he concealed his injury from the outside world, because he didn't want his relatives and friends to know about it.

Due to inertia, he knew that it was not someone else who was calling, and it must be a problem at work, so he connected directly without even thinking about it.

"Hi, hello, what's the matter?"

The other side of the phone was silent for a while, and then said in surprise: "Ye Ziming, you don't even know me?"

At this time, the nurse who had been taking care of him came in and saw him on the phone again, advising him: "Sir, you should try to keep your phone as little as possible, after all, the current condition..."

"Hush—" Ye Ziming made a silent gesture.

Hearing her voice, the pale man hesitated for a while, as if he hadn't expected it, but he quickly realized: "Ah, it's Xiaoxue, why didn't you go to filming today? How are you doing recently? , You see, I was so busy that I forgot to look for you."

"Stop pretending, what's going on?" Mo Xiaoxue's ears have always been good, even through her cell phone, she could still hear what the nurse over there said.

Injured or sick?

When Ye Ziming heard what she asked, he knew that he couldn't hide it, so he explained: "The wire hanging from the wire broke when we were filming last time, and fell from the roof."

It seems to be an understatement, but in fact Mo Xiaoxue also knows that it is far from as easy as he said.

If it's really that simple, then why do I need to be hospitalized? For minor injuries and pains, a simple treatment will not be enough.

"Which hospital are you in? I'll see you."

Ye Ziming was surprised, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, there is a small problem, you don't need to come here, it's really fine."

But at this time, Mo Xiaoxue's tone became serious, and she said bluntly: "Do you still treat me as a friend? Don't tell me such a big thing, and the media won't report it. Don't let me go to see you now, Ye Ziming, you What exactly do you mean? You understand."

"No, no, no, no, Xiaoxue, listen to me, I was just afraid that others would worry, so I didn't let the outside world report it, and it's almost better now, I just don't want you to see me in a mess."

Mo Xiaoxue didn't speak, just listened to his explanation, feeling a little depressed.

Why doesn't he regard himself as a friend? Isn't it a bit embarrassing now? The two of them didn't know exactly what kind of relationship they had.

And Ye Ziming waited for a long time, seeing that she didn't say any more, he hesitated, and continued: "I'm in the Traumatology Department on the third floor of the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, when will you come over? I'll get ready."

"I'm just going, what are you going to do?"

The nurse in the hospital looked at Ye Ziming talking on the phone, with faint smiles on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and even his tone of voice was different from others. It was obvious that the person on the phone was very different to him.

Ye Ziming took it for granted: "Of course we have to prepare. Didn't I just say that you are not an ordinary guest. I am very happy that you came, and I want to leave a good impression on you."

Mo Xiaoxue was speechless. At this time, a servant who was close to Shen Junyu came over and knocked on the door: "Miss Mo, can I come in?"

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. Someone is here. You should take good care of your injuries. I'll let you know when I see you. I'll hang up first. Goodbye."

After speaking in a hurry, Mo Xiaoxue opened the door, pretending that nothing happened, and said with a smile: "It's Aunt Zhang, what's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Mrs. Shen asked me to ask you where you went after get off work last night."

Aunt Zhang had a signature smile on her face, she looked gentle and harmless, but Mo Xiaoxue could feel something was wrong as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

Doesn't this obviously install a cover for yourself to drill in? It seems that Mrs. Shen is not simple. Although she didn't say anything last night, it was to reassure Shen Junyu who had been busy all day. Mrs. Shen is really not an ordinary person. Really underestimated her.

Mo Xiaoxue hugged the same smile, and said politely: "Last night, I didn't go anywhere. Last night I finished work late, so I came back a little late. What's wrong?"

Mrs. Shen is so smart, so of course she can guess what happened. This time, she came to ask, and it was probably just a process. As for whether she wanted to tell the truth or lie, that was Mo Xiaoxue's problem.

"It's okay. The old lady asked me to ask. I'm bothering Ms. Mo. If there's nothing else, then I'll go back and tell her." The servant was polite to him on the surface, but in fact he wasn't sure what he was planning. Mo Xiaoxue knows this very well, so she doesn't dare to say anything more. Everyone here is so smart, she should be careful, don't get angry because she doesn't know when, what, and what to say. In the past, she Perhaps he also felt that the Shen family could talk to each other.

But since meeting Shen Dongcheng, everything seems to be different from what I thought in my heart.

Maybe Shen Dongcheng was really provoking maliciously, but Mo Xiaoxue was not without brains, how could she change her position because of such a small matter, she just felt heartbroken.

"Then you go back, everything is fine here." Mo Xiaoxue said with a smile.

"Miss Mo is recuperating well, I'm leaving first." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Mo Xiaoxue also returned to the room, and rushed towards her big bed, as if that feeling of depression could be shaken out all at once.

Why is everything like this? It was beautiful and smooth at the beginning, but at the critical moment, it became rough and there was no way to get out smoothly.

She is only young, who can think of her temper, and who can think of what she has experienced since she was a child?
But no matter how much trouble is in my heart, I just swallow it in my stomach. Father has his father's life, and mother will live well in heaven, and of course she will not treat herself badly.