Chapter 32

Liao Zhenbo lives on the top floor of Shuzhen hospital, which is not open to the public. Only the top leader of the municipal government, or after Liao Zhenbo's special arrangement, will arrange to live here.

Today, it's a coincidence. There are only two of them on this floor, and each of them has a room.

The room is equipped with a full-automatic wide bed, a wide screen somatosensory control TV, a small luxury reception hall, a luxury bathroom, and a small kitchen, not to mention the small household appliances of air humidity regulation and automatic air sterilization.

People who live here enjoy the treatment of God.

But for those who have long been used to luxury life, these are necessities of life.

It's like Muyun lying in the next ward.

People are still lying on the bed and can't move. The person with his right hand still in plaster holds a charming woman tightly with his left hand and makes her lean down to kiss herself, which makes the woman pant.

The door was kicked open from the outside in a very rough way.

When we catch a glimpse of the people coming, we not only don't restrain ourselves, but also intensify our efforts.

Freeing up her left hand, she pinched her plump.

The woman who has been frozen in bed for a long time can't see the shame just now. A small face hidden under the thick powder has already presented colorful colors.

"Get out." Come and have a drink.

"Stay here with me, and no one will drive you away." Muyun pressed down the woman's waist and hissed, which caused a burst of heartbreaking pain. There was no compromise in his eyes.

"Stinky boy, are you going to fight me to the end?" It turns out that Mu Qingyu, the official leader of Mu family, came in. The first time to update

"ah." Muyun hummed softly. He lifted the chin of the woman beside him with his left hand again. He was not stingy in spitting out praise words, but his eyes were agitated with anger. "You see, the skin is so tender that it drips out of the water quickly. The little mouth is like a peach. I really want to bite it hard. This eye is almost catching my soul away."

"Say, is not you Nuo to gas run away?" The light words spit out from his son's mouth make Mu Qingyu, a father, feel that there is no place to put his old face.

He pointed to Mu Yun, a little annoyed.

"Run away? I don't think it's a wild man, is it? " Muyun's long arm swung, which was strong enough to overturn the woman sitting on the bed.

"Go away." Just now the gentleness disappeared, the anger suddenly appeared. The scarlet blood is instantly full of eyes, and the veins on the forehead are jumping.

The woman sitting on the ground, stunned by the sudden change, quickly got up from the ground and ran out of the door.

She thought that she was different. It turned out that she was just an object for these rich children to play when they had nothing to do.

Eyes suddenly red circle, but dare not easily in front of these people's face fell down.

"If you don't strive for success, do you want to charge others?" Mu Qingyu finds a sofa to sit down and straightens the corner of his custom-made suit. Just now, he must have been mad at the boy in front of him. That's why he loses his image in front of outsiders.

"What? Did she give you any special advantages? Are you going to help her talk like this? "

Son's words, once again challenged the limit of Mu Qingyu, he brush to stand up, a lunge forward, to the son's face is a slap.

"You bastard." Voice mixed with hoarseness, carrying a strong sense of disappointment, "how can I raise you such an unfilial son." Bear the tears in my heart.

"What? Speaking of your pain? "

Muyun thinks that only when he works against his father can he relieve some of the pain in his heart.

But he was wrong, wrong thoroughly, the pain is like poison, deep in the heart, can't see, can't touch, but is wantonly growing, deeply trapped him, can't escape.

Tears, in the corner of his eyes, but he stubbornly trapped in place, dare not easily flow down.

This drop of crystal, also deeply touched the heart of Mu dad, he has never seen such Mu cloud, even if the sky falls down, he also disdains Mu cloud, unexpectedly will mention song Nuo Nuo, so emotional.

He knew that Muyun didn't ignore song Nuo as he did on the surface. He loved her, but he didn't know how to express his love.

It was himself and his mother who owed him. Thinking of this, he was softened.

"Did you quarrel with nono?" The voice softened as well. Mu Qingyu thought, can't use violence to run through the conversation between father and son.

Muyun didn't answer, but turned his back.

"She's gone, nothing left, nothing taken." Mu Qingyu continued, knowing that his son was listening.

"What does that mean? Does it mean that she has finally found the man who can bring her a better life? Does that mean she doesn't need the asset you gave her any more? " Pain, again hit with more violent posture. He felt that his heart was being peeled away from the wall of the meat and pulled out of his throat.Numb, make him unconscious.

Are you dead? If you don't die, why don't you have a little consciousness and can't feel your heartbeat?

It must be dead, maybe it will be better!

He thought so.

It turned out that the agreement was the real thorn in his son's heart, and it was with this thorn that he deeply hurt the woman who loved him.

For the first time, muqingyu experienced the taste of regret.

He wanted to recover, but with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Child, you misunderstood her. Nono loves you. How could she run away with other men? I think there must be some misunderstanding. " Mu Qingyu pinches her eyebrows and wants to untie the knot.

"Misunderstanding? Misunderstood that she was pregnant with another man, misunderstood that she was going to run away? " Muyun spoke very slowly, every word was gnashed teeth by him.

"Pregnant?" Mu Qingyu also unconsciously raised her intonation.

"Look, even a man of your sophistication has been deceived by her pure appearance."

"No, I believe her. She won't do this behind your back."

"To believe." Muyun made a rude remark.

"Son, you are easy to support. Dad will investigate the truth for you. I believe the truth will not disappoint you That night, because her words were only one side, he believed in the girl.

When Mu Qingyu was going out, he looked back again and looked deeply at his son, who was lying on the bed and closed his eyes tightly. Some injuries need to be healed by the person who caused them.

He believed that sonnono was the man.

It's sunny outside, and summer's passion is burning everywhere. But Liao Zhenbo's ward was dark.

The flannelette curtains were drawn tightly without a crack. The overhead light is also in a state of closure.

"Is the young master asleep?" Glancing at Liao Zhenbo, who is closing her eyes, Wu Ma points to the two people who are walking to the door.

They both pouted, shook their heads, glanced anxiously at the people on the bed, held the edge of the door and went out. The first time to update

"didn't sleep." Wu Ma adapted to the darkness of the room. She put her lunch box on the table and went to the bedside. With a wave of her hand, the sun was shining all over the room.

"Wu Ma. Pull it on Liao Zhenbo subconsciously blocked his eyes with his arm. Even if his eyes were closed, he could feel the dazzling sunshine. At this time, he just wanted to hide in a quiet corner and lick the wound.

"That won't do." Wu Ma insisted, "you see, it's so good. It's such a nice day outside. The sun is warm. It's comfortable to watch, so that you can get better faster. "

"I don't want to."

I don't know. At the moment, he doesn't want to see the sun, or he doesn't want to get better faster.

Wu Ma did not rely on him. She opened the heat preservation bucket, put the soup in a porcelain bowl, and took it to Liao Zhenbo's bed. "You can recover as soon as possible by drinking some bone soup."

Scooped a scoop to the mouth.

"I don't want to drink it." Liao Zhenbo didn't open his eyes from beginning to end. He refused everything he said.

"Young master, you should know how to cherish your body. Now in addition to me, only your mother will really love you. You have to get better soon. There are many things waiting for you to figure out. " Wu Ma choked a little, raised the back of her hand and wiped it on her face.

This sentence seems to be really effective, Liao Zhenbo opened his eyelids, light brown eyes with inquiry, "what do you mean?"

He knows that Wu Ma doesn't usually talk to him like this. Now she is a little strange.

"It's the young lady..."

"Old lady." Standing on the side of the silent right uncle, timely words to stop her, "young master is healing, don't take some messy things, to disturb his purity."

"Uncle Quan." Liao Zhenbo's voice finally fluctuated. He stopped uncle Quan's good intentions and said, "I want to know."

I didn't expect that I had made a great contribution all day. When Wu Ma mentioned the three words "little lady", it collapsed.

This is his fate, and it's a life-long disaster.

This time, Wu Ma hesitated. She felt that uncle Quan was right. When the young master was hurt, she had to scratch his heart. She began to hate some of their own, hate their frank, hate their own things without brain.

"Wu Ma." Liao Zhenbo opens his mouth to urge her. He doesn't want to give her a chance to shrink back.

"Yes, just now I saw the young lady in our house." Wu Ma thought carefully.

"And then?"

With Liao Zhenbo's intelligence, he knows that there must be a story behind him. He wanted to know that the palm of his hand had been soaked with sweat and held it tightly. He was also afraid to know that after so many years in the shopping mall, he had learned to observe what he said. He knew what Wu Ma said. Then, it must be something he didn't want to hear.He forced himself to listen.

"Young master, maybe I was dazed and mistook someone. After all, I just saw my back." Wu Ma also wanted to try her best to recover the mistake she had made unintentionally just now.

"Wu Ma." Let's get to the point.

He seems to be getting impatient. But to the old man who brought him up from childhood, he couldn't scold him as hard as he did to any subordinate.

"I don't know." With Liao Zhenbo's frowning, Wu's mother unconsciously moistens her throat. She wants to find more beautiful words to organize the following language, but she finds that everything is so pale.