Chapter 1012

Jiang Mu raised her head in shock.

Jiang Rao evades her sight and turns to Mu Xianxu. Her eyes are full of trust. Her voice says, "clown king, I don't want them Don't... "

Since Jiang Rao woke up, Jiang's mother heard her speak to herself for the first time, but she didn't want her.

"Rao Rao, I'm mom."

Mother Jiang's eyes are red.

"I don't want you."

Jiang Rao spoke slowly, but her expression was clear. She looked at mu Xianxu, her eyes full of trust, "clown King..."

Mu Xianxu stood there for only a second, then stepped forward, "aunt, I'll come."

Jiang's mother was so excited that she pushed mu Xianxu and cried sharply, "what are you, you come here?"

The urine bag just fell on the floor and spilled all over the floor.

The faint smell diffused in the ward.

“……”

Mu Xianxu stepped back two steps, and it was not embarrassing to stand there.

Jiang Rao just looked at the pale yellow liquid on the ground and suddenly held her head and screamed, "ah -"

the three people in the ward looked at her in amazement, but saw that she was just looking at mu Xianxu, as if there was only such a person in her heart, "clown king, clown King..."

Mu Xianxu quickly walks over. Jiang Rao grabs his coat and leans toward him. His eyes are flustered. "They go, they want them to go..."

“……”

Mu Xianxu looks at Jiang Fu and Jiang mu in embarrassment.

Once upon a time, Jiang Rao's father and mother were only incidental to him. He was dismissive and even fell in love for so long. Jiang Rao was pregnant. He never mentioned going to see her parents.

At that time, he did not understand too much.

He has never been in such a comfortable relationship. It can be said that Jiang Rao has spoiled him so much that he can only scold himself in his heart when he sees his father and mother despairing.

He made Jiang Rao like this.

Seeing this scene, Jiang's mother's tears kept falling down. Jiang's father looked at his daughter in disappointment. Without saying anything, he pulled his wife away.

Their backs were bent, and they were a bit of a camel. Jiang Mu's legs were not very good, and she was leaning when she walked.

Jiang Rao sits on the bed and lowers her head. Her lips are trembling slightly. There is water in her eyes. When she raises her head again, she just looks at mu Xianxu with trust.

"It's all right."

Mu Xianxu was reluctant to scold her and patted her on the shoulder.

Jiang Rao white with a face nodded, and then pointed to the beach on the ground enough to make every adult feel ashamed of the water, opened his lips, "smelly..."

Mu Xianxu looked in the direction she pointed to and nodded without hesitation, "I'll clean it. You'll lie down first."

Mu Xianxu tilted the pillow behind her, reached for her body, and carefully put her down slowly.

His hand touched the bone on her body, which made the palm of his hand ache. He twisted his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice, "you've lost a lot of weight."

“……”

Jiang Rao half lies on the bed, just looks at him, does not speak.

Mu Xianxu picked up a package of paper towels and put them on the ground one by one. The paper towels were soaked until they were almost absorbed. He directly reached out and put all the paper towels into a ball and threw them into the garbage can.

Then, he turned into the bathroom, took some water, splashed it on the ground, picked up the mop and began to mop the floor.

He didn't wear gloves on his hands.

That's a pair of hands that used to be respectable. To what extent?

At that time, he opened his eyes. Jiang Rao had already stood by the bed with a steaming breakfast and squeezed the toothpaste for him. He finished breakfast with her smile and watched her wash the dishes. The whole process would not help.

He has a special hand sanitizer. If he doesn't use it, Jiang Rao will be upset. He won't get angry with her because he has his upbringing. But he can chill his face all day.

Now, after several years of baptism in prison, he will not be angry for a bottle of hand sanitizer. Even, he has not used it for a long time, and his hands have long been worn out.

Jiang Rao is half lying on the bed, watching him mop the floor without complaint. His movements are clumsy, but he doesn't do too badly.

Her eyes fell on his left hand, his left thumb wrapped in thick white gauze, a short section.

Thumb, parents, too.

If you break your thumb, you break your parents.

Mu Xianxu sprinkled the ground twice and dragged it twice. He was so tired that he was sweating. Subconsciously, he wiped the sweat on his face with his hands. What he met was a cold mask.

As soon as his movements stopped, he left with a mop and a garbage can, allowing his sweat to steam inside the mask. When

came back, he had a bottle of spray on his hand, and he sprayed it in the ward. He asked softly, "is there a lot of incense now?"“……”

Jiang Rao leans on the head of the bed and looks at his movements without saying anything. After that, mu Xianxu took a clean urine bag and hung it up for her. As she hung it, she said to herself, "I know you don't like this, but it's only temporary. If you get better, you won't be able to use this. Then I'll

take you to the toilet."

“……”

Jiang Rao looks at his silence.

Mu Xianxu sits down beside her, reaches out his hand to tuck in the quilt for her, and gently raises his eyes. He sees Leng in Jiang Rao's eyes.

It's as cold as ice and snow.

His heart stopped for a second, closed his eyes, and then looked at the past, Jiang Rao just looked at him with a smile.

Maybe sweat blinded his eyes and dazzled him.

"Do you want to sleep?" Mu Xianxu asked.

Jiang Rao shakes her head. Suddenly she seems to think of something. She turns her head and looks at the apple.

"Want an apple? I'll cut it for you. "

Mu Xianxu got up, took the apple and fruit knife to wash, sat back to her bedside, and began to peel the apple.

With only four fingers left in his left hand, it became very difficult for him to hold the apple. He pressed his fingertips tightly to prevent the apple from falling down, and the blade carefully scratched the thin skin.

He simply peeled the apple, making him sweat.

He was about to put down his coat and take it off first when Jiang Rao suddenly reached for the apple.

He thought that she was supposed to take the apple, but she didn't recover well, so she couldn't make a regular theory, so her hand was a fruit knife.

Mu Xianxu was surprised and quickly pulled back the knife. Jiang Rao still wanted to take it. He used his left hand to block it. He didn't know how. The tip of the knife was twisted into the palm of his left hand. The blood suddenly gurgled out and dyed half an apple red.

The pain spread in the palm.

Jiang Rao's hand finally retracted.

Mu Xianxu raises his eyes, Jiang Rao looks at him, with innocent panic on his face, "you..." "Nothing." Mu Xianxu squeezed out a smile and threw the bloodstained apple into the garbage can. "You wait for me, I'll cut an apple for you again later."