Chapter 77

When simuccio got out of the infusion room, they saw simucci lying on the ground covered with blood and unable to get up. They hurried into the infusion room, helped simucci up and helped deal with the wound.

What kind of hatred is there? My brother fought like this

Simuche took the hemostatic gauze from the nurse's hand and pressed it on his nose. The front of his shirt had been soaked with blood. He got up, ignored the persuasion of several nurses, pushed away the nurses in front of him, and staggered to the door. He wanted to see his face.

After simuche cleaned up, it was half an hour later. He bowed his head and staggered step by step behind simuche towards the ward.

Ximuqiao's strong foot was so cruel that his viscera seemed to move. The whole cavity was tumbling and bloody rushed to his throat several times. He was pressed down by his teeth. His whole body hurt badly, but he didn't want to fall in front of ximuqiao, let alone look down on him. He had to carry it.

Although he doesn't like simuccio very much, he doesn't deny that he is still very afraid of him. That fear has penetrated into his bones bit by bit since childhood, which is why the children of the Xi family listen to simuccio so much.

When Xi Muqiao didn't speak, his face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded an extremely cold cold. The deep black eyes staring at them were obviously powerful, but they were silent.

In front of Mo Rongyan's ward, simuche stopped, "big brother, big brother."

Simuccio took hold of the door handle to open the door, turned and stared at him. His face was tight and didn't mean to speak.

He was very anxious to see his face right away, but when he stood in front of the door, he was timid. He was afraid to see his lifeless little face.

Simuchio knew what he meant. He gently unscrewed the big hand of the door and hissed coldly, "simuchi, don't let me look down on you. You made all this yourself."

After that, he ignored him and took the lead in raising his feet.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening, but yuan Sufei doesn't feel sleepy. She sits on the side, staring at Mo's face, afraid of something unexpected.

"Mom."

Yuan Sufei quickly got up and asked in a low voice, "how's grandma?"

Simuccio held her aside and sat down. Looking at her mother's tired face, he gently comforted, "it's all right. The inspection results are normal. You can go home tomorrow."

Yuan Sufei breathed a sigh of relief. Her face was obviously tired. Don't only have an accident when she was young, but also have an accident when she was old. The family was really in chaos.

Simucher looked up and his voice was very low, "big aunt."

Yuan Sufei turned her head and saw simucher with bruised corners of her mouth and swollen nose.

As soon as her heart tightened, she hurried forward and dragged him to check. She knew that with Mu Qiao's temper and love for his face, Mu Che could not escape this beating. When she saw that he had only the injury on his face, her heart relaxed.

In the Xi family, there are only two men, simuchio and simuchi. She thinks the same as the old lady. No matter how strong the Xi family is, it can't rely on Muqiao alone. He needs help. In the future, the Xi family will rely on these two brothers to support together.

But she didn't know that the injury on simuche's face was a small matter. The most important thing was simuchio's hard foot. Simuchio knew it well and wanted to make him suffer. This foot could not hurt him, but it was enough for him to suffer these days.

"Muche, don't blame your big brother, not your big aunt. You really did wrong."

Yuan Sufei looked at his red eyes and couldn't say anything to blame. Both ends were her own children, which made her very sad.

At the moment, simuche is like a child who has done something wrong. He regrets that he has no mother since childhood. In addition, he grew up in Xi's old house and is very respectful to Yuan Sufei, just like his mother.

"Aunt, no, I deserve it."

"I'll see your grandmother."

Xi Muqiao checked the liquid medicine in the infusion bag, nodded and went out with Yuan Sufei.

In the final analysis, this is still a matter between simuche and Mo Rongyan. They can denounce and regret, but they can't give substantive help. The important things need to be solved by themselves.

When both of them went out and the room was closed, ximuche raised his feet to the disease. He walked very slowly. It was only a few meters away, but he seemed to have walked for a long time.

He stood at the edge of the disease and dared not look up at Mo Rongyan's face.

After a long time, he gently pulled over the seat on one side and sat down. He raised his eyes and looked at the small face. With only one eye, he closed his eyes painfully. He took his face's hand, clasped his fingers with her, kissed her, and didn't fall on the slender fingertips of his face. Tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

"Face, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

When he looked up, he suddenly froze. Mo Rongyan didn't know when to wake up and looked at him with big eyes.

He panicked at once, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at her. His forehead was against their entangled fingers. He didn't speak. He didn't know what to say.

They were so stiff for a long time that they could only hear each other's shallow breathing. When he thought his face was asleep again, a clear and timid voice came into his ears.

"Muncher, I want some water."

Simuche suddenly looked up and couldn't believe it. He thought it was his own illusion until his pink lips opened and spoke again.

"I want to drink water."

He was ecstatic and nodded hurriedly. The tears in his eyes were suddenly thrown out and fell on the pale fingertips. As soon as the warm tears hot fingertips shrunk, she was surprised and hurriedly looked up, but only saw his tall back.

Her eyes fell on his staggering steps. His body didn't seem as straight as before, a little bent.

When simucher turned around, he quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He didn't want to be seen by his face. He didn't expect that his face was willing to talk to him. After trying the temperature of the water, he sent the straw to her lips.

Her face held the straw and drank twice. Maybe her swallowing action pulled the wound on her cheek. She grinned and wrinkled her facial features.

A little flustered appeared on simuche's face. He hurriedly put the water cup on one side of the cabinet and looked at her twisted little face, but he didn't dare to touch her easily for fear that he would hurt her again.

"Big brother hit you?"

"Well, I should."

His face looked at the injury on his face, especially his nose. It was red and swollen. It was a big bag. I didn't know if there was a fracture on the bridge of his nose.

"What's that on you?"

She remembered his staggering and bowing steps just now. She understood the elder brother's temper. Mu Che could not only have a wound on his face.

He pulled his lips far fetched. "Brother, I deserve to play well."