Chapter 134

The red light in the operating room is always on. As time goes by, the sweat on Mu Qingxuan's forehead shows her anxiety. After all, Dai Jiaoqian was injured to protect her.

Gu Nuan hugged her shoulder, trying to give her a sense of security, "don't worry, it will be OK." Because Dai Jiaoqian used to trip Mu Qingxuan, Gu Nuan didn't treat her very well. Unexpectedly, after six months, she not only changed her temper, but also suffered for mu Qingxuan.

Gao Lang also patted them, only a slight sigh, did not speak.

When the red light went out, people quickly gathered around and asked the doctor about his condition. "The patient is out of danger and will be OK after a period of rest."

After listening to the doctor's words, the stone hanging in her heart was finally put down. Gu Nuan was straightforward, "so she's ok? It's all right to dance or something, isn't it? "

I thought the doctor would respond quickly. Unexpectedly, he shook his head and said with regret, "I'm afraid she can't dance any more. Although she can walk normally after the operation, because her ligaments are squeezed, it's impossible for her to run and dance fiercely."

As soon as the words were over, the nurses pushed Dai Jiaoqian out of the operating room and went to an ordinary patient. She was still in a coma. The doctor turned and left. Mu Qingxuan looked back at him. The figure seemed to be a person.

"Come on, Qingxuan." Gu Nuan's voice pulled her back, and they entered the ward together.

Mo Yanrui sent Xiaochen back to his apartment and rushed to the hospital. As soon as he got to the door of the ward, he heard bursts of crying. He opened the door and frowned, "what's the matter?"

"Elder martial sister Dai's ligaments are seriously squeezed. She can't dance any more." Gu Nuan was full of regret when he said this.

Although Dai Jiaoqian doesn't dance as well as Mu Qingxuan, she is also recognized as a master dancer in the industry. Now she can't dance any more because of her foot injury. She must feel uncomfortable.

Smell speech, Mo Yanrui's line of sight and fall on Dai Jiaoqian, but looked at Mu Qingxuan, at this time, she is the most guilty one, angular face full of love for her.

Dai Jiaoqian sees this detail clearly because she is injured, but his focus is still on Mu Qingxuan.

Finally, Mo Yanrui looked at her, but only a glance, "the dance society is fully responsible for the accidents caused in the dance club."

Surprised at what he said, Mu Qingxuan calmed down and said, "Mo Yanrui, you mean..."

"Well, I'm the one behind the restructuring of Lingyue."

Gu Nuan and Gao Lang are shocked by this. They always think that Dai Jiaoqian initiated the reorganization. As for the expenses of the dance club, they only think that Dai Jiaoqian has drawn a generous sponsor, but they didn't expect that the real reorganizer is mo Yanrui.

"No, I just don't want to put pressure on you."

If it hadn't happened today, maybe he wouldn't have said it.

Everyone's eyes are fixed on Mu Qingxuan. She smiles awkwardly. There is an indescribable atmosphere in the room.

Mu Qingxuan, who has changed into casual clothes, is blowing on the roof of the hospital alone. She feels the coolness coming from her face. She is quite sober.

Mo Yanrui quietly came to her side, did not speak, just quietly with her.

"Is Xiaochen alone at home?" She took the lead in talking about children.

"And sister LAN." He turned and looked at Mu Qingxuan. Her side face showed a touch of loneliness. "Don't feel too guilty. After all, we didn't know that there would be an accident."

Mu Qingxuan was looking at the night sky. The dim stars were shining a little. She didn't know what she was thinking. After a long time, she said slowly, "she can't dance any more."

Her voice was soft with regret.

"In fact, I am very glad," Mo Yanrui two thick eyebrows with soft ripples, "glad that the injured person is not you." In his heart, as long as Mu Qingxuan is not injured, everything doesn't matter to him.

Mu Qingxuan takes a look at him. She hasn't looked at him so seriously for a long time. Then she finds that his eyes are not as bright as five years ago. They are stained with some turbidity. Even his white face is full of vicissitudes. He must have had a bad life these years.

"Mo Yanrui, you know, I've always wanted to get away from you, but in the end I found that I was getting closer and closer," she said, with a layer of sadness hanging around her eyes and a red nose. "The house belongs to you, even the dance club is a reorganization initiated by you, with a monthly salary of 300000, and Dai Jiaoqian's salary is also given by you. You're trying to help me get my debts together in another way

Mu Qingxuan's voice became weaker and choked. In the end, it was indistinct. She could only vaguely listen to the sound of her sniffing. She sighed deeply, "I'm so stupid."

"I did ask Dai Jiaoqian to come back to you, but she gave me the 300000. She didn't discuss it with me, but Qingxuan, you are worth the price. Tonight's performance is the best proof of strength! "

In business, Mo Yanrui never misunderstood, "Lingyue is powerful. I reorganize Lingyue to improve myself. No matter what kind of entanglement you have with me, even if we don't know each other, I will hire you at a high price. Because you are the soul dancer. ""Soul dancer, ah..." Mu Qingxuan shook her head and laughed at herself, "Mo Yanrui, I really appreciate your help. But don't expect me to be soft on you. "

Listening to this, Mo Yanrui suddenly laughed, "I've been waiting for your soft hearted, even five years, ten years, or even longer." Now that we have decided to recover this time, we will never let go.

As they look at each other, the mood in the air is flowing slowly. Mu Qingxuan opens her eyes and looks unnatural. "I'm going down."

Looking at her back, Mo Yanrui smiles even more.

"Qingxuan, where have you been?" Back in the ward, Dai Jiaoqian asked in a voice.

Just now, the scene on the rooftop was still hovering in my mind, and the blush on my face had not subsided. Mu Qingxuan shook her head: "I went to the rooftop to blow the wind." She helped her peel the apple.

Dai Jiaoqian calmly looked at her feet covered with gauze. Although her heart hurt, her face was smiling. "It seems that I can have a good rest in the future." It sounds light, but it implies too much sadness.

Deeply aware of the heartache that people who love dancing can no longer dance, Mu Qingxuan's guilt rises again, "I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."

Her hand slapped the back of her hand. "It's OK. I just can't dance. I just can't dance. Actually, I'm tired too. "

Knowing that she was trying to comfort herself, Mu Qingxuan looked at her with an apologetic look on her face. "Jiaoqian, you must have an outstanding performance in another field."

Dai Jiaoqian's eyes darkened. "I hope..."