Chapter 9

"Wake up, I want you to wake up!"

Mu Xiaotong felt wet and greasy clothes on her body, which made her very uncomfortable. She felt hot all over and the wound was stinging. There seemed to be a sound in her ear, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

Mu Xiaotong breathed low, struggling to tear off his clothes, trying to take off the wet clothes.

Ling Yue sees that she completely ignores herself and wants to take off her clothes. He looked at her with some dissatisfaction, but when he saw her small face wrinkling together in pain, he still held back his temper.

He murmured a few words, bent over, simply to help her take off the essence.

But the next second, Ling Yue was stunned.

Mu Xiaotong rolled on the bed for two times and took off the heavy wedding dress. She felt much more comfortable. She opened her eyebrows, and her lips were slightly hooked. She laughed comfortably.

Ling Yue stares at the people on the bed. He can't move his eyes in any case. He is silent for a long time.

"Damn it!"

The woman always likes to disturb his interest and annoy him.

Ling Yue was discontented with cold hum, turned his head, tightly pursed his lips, but her attractive appearance still existed in her brain.

Ling Yue felt a little struggling and frowned, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed his manic heat flow.

He picked up the quilt and wrapped her up tightly. He pressed the service bell in the room. Soon, Dong Yuwan was in charge. Qin Yu knocked on the door and came in.

Ling Yue looked at Qin Yu and said two words, "I'm sick."

Qin Yu was nervous when she saw the wedding dress torn in her bedroom and thrown on the floor. Until Ling Yue suddenly said, ill. She looked at the bed in a trance.

The person sleeping on the bed should be the eldest lady of the Mu family. She was wrapped up in a ball by the quilt, and her head was tightly covered.

Qin Yu approached her carefully. San Shao said that she was ill. She should be referring to miss mu.

But now Qin Yu suspects that Miss Mu has died of being tortured by three young people.

"Come on Ling Yue is dissatisfied with Qin Yu's slow action and drinks to her.

Qin Yu did not dare to hesitate, immediately went to the bedside, gently opened the quilt on the face of Mu Xiaotong.

Fortunately, she's not dead. She's still angry.

"Three little, Miss Mu should be cold, fever, wound inflammation." Qin Yu for mu small pupil after careful examination, respectfully to Ling Yue explained.

Although Ling Yue is an autistic child, he can understand the meaning of other people's words. He has been addicted to his own world for a long time. He does not take other people's eyes at all, and his thoughts are crazy and weird.

But if Ling Yue is suddenly interested in something, he will generally be very persistent.

Obviously, this miss Mu is a toy in his picture.

Ling Yue looks at the Mu Xiaotong on the bed and is silent for a while.

"Get out of here!" He had a sudden drink.

Qin Yu was about to leave, but she hesitated. She thought for a while and said, "San Shao, Miss Mu is very ill. Do you need to call a doctor?" She asked for instructions carefully.

Ling Yue frowned, slowly turned around and looked at Qin Yu. Her eyes were gloomy without any emotion.

Qin Yuxin suddenly trembled, felt the danger on his body, subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"It's the third young lady!" Ling Yue growled inexplicably.

Qin Yu listened, but was stunned and did not respond.

All of a sudden, he picked up a thick book and smashed it down without warning.

"Go away!" Roared at her in great dissatisfaction.

The heavy book smashed on Qin Yu's right shoulder. The pain came in an instant. The body could not help but step back. She looked up timidly at Ling Yue, and her heart was even more shocked.

He didn't dare to bend down in a moment of panic.

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