Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

After mobilizing the whole village to dig together, most of the guest house was soon dug up. Han Xiu looked sullenly at Mu Wan'an's room, which was gradually revealed in sight. If it wasn't for this woman...

Fortunately, God was merciful. In the early morning, the rain stopped and finally stopped, and the excavation work became much easier.

After a kick, only the mud sticking to the surface remained. Han Xiu jumped down from the broken floor first. The villagers digging below did not dare to touch the things in this room. He looked around for a week, and finally cast his eyes on The long wardrobe fell to the floor.

Li Nian and Xu Shuo also came in, and they all held their breath, staring at the wardrobe.

Is it life or death?
Taking out a long knife from the hand of the person next to him, scraping off the dirt floating on the surface, Han Xiu opened the door of the closet, and everyone present was shocked.

There were two people lying in the narrow long wardrobe. The man was covered in blood, but the wound bandage on his abdomen and chest was temporarily wrapped, and a piece of bloody, dry cloth was applied to his forehead;

The woman curled up in his arms had a long gash on her left hand, and the blood that flowed out soaked a large area, like a flower of blood blooming in a desperate situation.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you quickly lift him out?"

For this scene, Han Xiu never expected, he suppressed his anger and ordered his subordinates to carry him out:

"Doctor Li, please take a look for our president."

For Mu Wan'an, Li Nian managed to stop the bleeding on his hands, so Li Nian was called to Song Bingjue's place. He peeled off the cloth strips to stop the bleeding layer by layer, and took out a thermometer from his medicine box for him to breathe. in the mouth:

"The wound was open, there was a lot of blood loss, there was a high fever before, but it was brought down."

Listening to Li Nianyan's succinct words, Han Xiu still didn't quite understand Song Bingjue's current situation, and asked:
"Is it life-threatening? Can this situation be on the road now? I want to take the president to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Can't die."

Seeing Han Xiu's dissatisfaction with Good Night, Li Nian's attitude was also very cold, he smiled coldly:
"I don't know how Song Bingjue would feel if he knew that the person he held dear to you was so despised by you."

"I'm doing all this for the good of the president."

Right now, Han Xiu could only hold back his dissatisfaction with Mu Wan'an, and said slowly:

"Before I met Mu Wan'an, the president had never been injured so seriously... If it wasn't for her, how could the president be so sleepy?"

"If it wasn't for her, the president you talked about would have died in the closet."

Pointing to Song Bingjue's bloody lips, Li Nian smiled coldly:
"She cools him down with her blood and feeds him with her own blood. She will only lose more blood than he does."

"Who is the cause of all this suffering?"

Now Han Xiu, who already hated Mu Wan'an very much, showed his dislike for her unpretentiously, and his expression became more and more cold:

"Doctor Li, you and the president also grew up in the same compound. For such a woman, do you want to die?"

"Attributing all these to a woman, is this the attitude of Song Bingjue's subordinates?"

Having already visited Mu Wan'an next to him for his injury, Xu Shuo pushed his wheelchair with displeasure on his tired face:

"If you really think about your master, you should help him protect his beloved, instead of asking him to save people himself."

"Late night."

"Ok?"

"Are you afraid?"

"A little."

"I will accompany you."

"it is good."

……

In a daze, Mu Wan'an heard a conversation between a man and a woman. Her body seemed to be no longer her own. Driven by an inexplicable force, she walked towards a ward.

Seeing this familiar scene, she raised her eyes suspiciously and looked into the room. Sitting on the hospital bed was a girl with a protruding stomach and slender hands and feet.

With her back facing her, she seemed to be looking at the scenery outside the window, her long loose hair hanging behind her, with a lingering feeling of loneliness and helplessness.

The pain in her heart couldn't help, Mu Wan'an couldn't explain how she felt, she just felt that she also felt that feeling of being alone and at a loss.

Just as she was about to open the door and walk in to see who she was, she suddenly opened her eyes—it turned out to be a dream.

This dream is too realistic.

The scene in this ward had already appeared twice in her dreams.

Supporting the bed and trying to sit up, the pain from her hands caused her to collapse on the bed instantly. Mu Wan'an looked at her hands that were tightly wrapped in bandages, and gradually recalled what happened yesterday in her mind.

The cramped space, the lingering smell of blood...

She sat up suddenly, and after a while of dizziness, she finally stabilized herself.

Just as she was about to get out of bed and put on her shoes, the door opened. She looked at the person in surprise, and then asked:

"How is Song Bingjue? Is he okay? He had a high fever and was bleeding..."

"Good night, don't worry, he's fine."

The person who came was Xu Shuo who was sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes were dark blue, and it seemed that he had never closed his eyes.

"Where is he now? I'm going to see him!"

Wearing slippers, she wanted to rush over to find him, but she was a little dizzy after only two steps. Xu Shuo wanted to catch her, but he was unable to do so, and even he almost fell to the ground.

"Good night, don't worry. He's out of danger. Don't try to be brave if you haven't taken care of your own body."

"I, I want to see him...Xu Shuo, can you help me?"

Couldn't help but sighed, Xu Shuo felt so bitter in his heart, he called Xu Peng who had been guarding outside, and helped Mu Wan'an onto the bed:
"If you walk over by yourself, I'm afraid you'll fall on the road again. Do you have to be so impatient to see him?"

"I can't rest assured unless I see that he is safe and sound."

After a moment of silence, Mu Wan'an had no way to deceive him, she raised a pair of full eyes:

"is it okay?"

With her current physical condition, she really couldn't walk by herself. Xu Shuo asked someone to get a wheelchair and asked Xu Peng to push her to Song Bingjue's ward.

Still far away, Mu Wan'an saw the people guarding the outside of the ward, a huge area, it looked like something serious had happened.

"How could this be? Didn't you say that he is out of danger?"

Wanting to rush over more and more eagerly, Xu Shuo watched her anxious for another person, his brows sank:

"He is indeed out of danger, but his subordinate Han Xiu made a big fuss, that's why there are so many people around."

At the door, Mu Wan'an was about to go in to visit, but was stopped by Han Xiu who came out of the ward.

Seeing her, his face froze, and finally he replied politely:

"Miss Mu, please stop, the president just fell asleep. If you go in at this time, it will only disturb him so that he cannot rest."

"Is that so..."

Not being able to see him, she was still a little disappointed in her heart, but she smiled and said:
"Then can you notify me when he wakes up? My ward is a little far away from here."

"Miss Mu, you haven't taken care of your own body yet, let's talk about it after each of you has taken care of your body."

Glancing at Xu Shuo who was following Mu Wan'an, Han Xiu had deep meaning in his eyes, and he half-jokingly said:

"Ms. Mu and Mr. Xu are both sitting in wheelchairs. They really look like a husband and wife."

This sentence is a bit weird. In Mu Wan'an's impression, Han Xiu is not someone who would make such inappropriate jokes. She explained softly:
"Because I just woke up and couldn't use my strength, so Xu Shuo helped me find a wheelchair."

"It's just a joke, Miss Mu, don't take it seriously."

Smiling politely and distantly at them, Han Xiu said loudly to the black-clothed bodyguards guarding the door:

"Cheer up! Don't let your guard down! This is the president, don't let some dubious people get in here, do you hear me?"

This is……

No matter how dull she was, Mu Wan'an knew that his words were aimed at her, and she said guiltily:
"Han Special Assistant, I know that some of my words and deeds have hurt Song Bingjue...I just want to visit him now, and please don't be too aggressive."

"Miss Mu, what you said is a bit too much."

There was a smile on his face from beginning to end, and what Han Xiu said could not be faulted:
"You are welcome to come here at any time. Those words just now are just to tell them to do their own work well. As for now, you will not see the president."

He said so, what else can Mu Wanan do?
She smiled bitterly. Although she didn't know whether the instruction came from Song Bingjue himself or Han Xiu added it on his own initiative, she had nothing to complain about.

It was all her own fault.

"In that case, I'll go back first."

"How could you let him humiliate you like this?"

As soon as he walked out of their sight, Xu Shuo couldn't help scolding her softly. He looked at her:
"You were not like this before. Do you want to lose your self-esteem for such a man?"

"This matter, in the final analysis, I feel sorry for him."

Thinking of the fear that she almost lost him in the dark space yesterday, Mu Wan'an still had lingering fears, she laughed at herself:
"Maybe I usually take other things too seriously, and I don't want to change for him, and I can't keep up with his ideas... When he hugged me into the cabinet and woke me up, I knew, I There is no way to let this man go."

"..."

If she was the one who saved her then, would she do the same to herself now?

The hands on the blanket slowly tightened. It was the first time that Xu Shuo hated himself for being unable to walk. He looked at her sideways face in a daze, and remained silent for a long time, but he still said:

"You saved him too, good night, you don't owe him anything."

"Yeah, how can you tell about feelings?"

When he mentioned it, Mu Wan'an suddenly became enlightened, and her whole body returned to her usual vitality. She smiled slightly:
"I'll check it out later, maybe I'll meet you."