Chapter 220

Looking at Murong yuan like a helpless child, he wanted to find a place to hide in the room. This tall figure looked almost humble at this time.

Everyone said that his highness King Jing was a bloodthirsty and cruel God of war, but in Su Yunchu's view, he was just a normal man, a man who had just told her that he would never let go of her again, an ordinary man who was afraid of her seeing him in front of her.

Murong yuan couldn't find a place to avoid Su Yunchu. He just wanted to go outside the door. He was staggering out.

But Su Yunchu was faster than him. She just walked up quickly and hugged his waist from behind. "Huaiqing, I'm not afraid if I don't go!" there was a sob in her voice.

His soft body, after all, blocked Murong yuan's steps to go out to avoid, but the pain of headache attacked him wave by wave. The green veins on his forehead were raised and trembled. With those terrible blue eyes, his appearance was really terrible at this time.

Su Yunchu hated his pain, but there was nothing he could do. The huge pain had already let Murong yuan break away from Su Yunchu's arms and crazily held his head in the house to destroy what could be destroyed.

Su Yunchu looked at his heart and saw that Murong yuan was about to get dirty. However, she pulled out the hairpin on his head and took out the silver needle inside. At the moment Murong yuan had a headache and fell to the ground, she stabbed the faint hole in his head.

Murong yuan finally calmed down in the frenzy.

When Su Yunchu entered, several people outside naturally heard the movements and sounds inside, but they frowned and only pursed their lips.

At this time, hearing that it was quiet inside, Yan Yishan and Murong Zecai reacted and rushed in.

As soon as I went in, I saw Su Yunchu sitting on the ground at this time. He held Murong yuan's head and turned his back to them at the door. His tone was calm, "put him in bed."

However, Murong Ze and Yan Yishan clearly felt that Su Yunchu, who was backlit, seemed to have great sadness in his petite figure at this time.

How could su Yunchu not be sad? She saw her beloved man with her own eyes, but there was nothing she could do in such pain. She clearly told her that she was powerless. She saw with her own eyes the unbearable and embarrassed man who should have been proud and Clank in this pain.

Yan Yishan and Murong Ze looked at each other and went forward to put the unconscious Murong yuan back on the messy bed.

Su Yunchu got up and went to the bed.

At this time, Zhou Zong also rushed in to feel Murong yuan's pulse.

Su Yunchu only sat on the edge of Murong yuan's bed, stroking his hair on his head with one hand, watching Zhou Zong feel his pulse.

After a long time, Zhou Zongcai let go of Murong yuan's wrist and pondered a little, but he shook his head slightly and pursed his lips.

Murong Ze and Yan Yishan, the two acute sons, couldn't see the scene at first, and said in unison, "how about it?"

Zhou Zong shook his head, "the situation is even worse."

When they heard the speech, they frowned one after another, but looked at Su Yunchu, "how's it going?"

Su Yunchu stroked Murong yuan's head with the same frequency. "The toxin is deep. If it continues, I'm afraid it won't last for five years. Not only does it, but it even needs to endure the pain of frequent headache."

Zhou Zong was a doctor who had followed Murong yuan for many years. Su Yunchu's medical skills didn't need them to doubt. When they heard her say so, they were all silent. However, Zhou Zong looked at Su Yunchu a few more times. In addition to the voice he heard outside the house, he silently recognized Su Yunchu in his heart.