Mu Shenxiao clenched his hands into fists, and stood there nervously looking at the door in front of him (Supreme Mad Concubine: Chapter 803 of the Fifth Miss of the Ghost Doctor).

At the other end of that door, Feng Chengcheng lay there, waiting for the decision of fate.

Squeak

The door was gently pushed open, and a steady woman walked out slowly.

What do you think? How is she? Mu Shenxiao grabbed her arm anxiously, and Lian Sheng asked: Does it matter if she wants it? How are the kids? Can it be saved?

Oh you Wenpo's arm was almost pinched off by him, and he hurriedly slapped his hand away in horror: let go, let go and break his hand

The grandmother who brought them over hurriedly smiled and said: Sister Ma, you are the best stable woman we have here, what do you think is the fetal image of the girl

It's okay Wen Po glanced at Mu Shenxiao with some trepidation, took a step across, and kept a distance from him: Although there are some signs of slippery tires, but now it doesn't matter that the mother and child are safe

Mu Shenxiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his figure inevitably stumbled and threw himself into the room.

The grandmother also wanted to follow, but was grabbed by Wen Po: Don't worry, I'll tell you something

What the?

There's something strange about this woman

How strange is it?

At first, what you sent was, I saw that she was bleeding non-stop, the fetal image was unstable, and the slippery tire was inevitable, but after a while, the bleeding stopped, and I tried the pulse again, and it was safe

Mama shh

In the room, Feng Chengcheng was still in a coma, Mu Shenxiao carefully held her cold fingertips, raised his hand to brush the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead, and kissed it shallowly.

Allure, you stupid woman, you are pregnant, you don't even know it, and with the tearing force in the passage through the whirlpool, we normal people all feel that we are about to fall apart, let alone a person like you

Feng Qingcheng's fingertips hooked slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally opened his eyes, but he noticed that his fingers seemed to be held in his hands.

Looking sideways, Mu Shenxiao was holding her hand, lying on the edge of the bed, already asleep.

He didn't comb his hair, the green silk was just buttoned behind his head with a black coarse cloth, and the messy green silk was scattered over his face, covering his long eyelashes.

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Chengcheng's lips, and he raised his hand to caress his cheek.

With just a slight touch, Mu Shenxiao woke up instantly, and his eyes suddenly lit up at the same time: Allure

His smile suddenly stiffened, and a flash of self-reproach flashed in the depths of his eyes: It's all my fault, I fell asleep

How long did I sleep?

Subconsciously, she just felt that she was tired, so she instinctively felt that she had slept for a lot of time.

Ten days

Ten days? Feng Tingcheng's eyes trembled, and his expression was surprised: I slept for ten days?