After speaking, Nan Yanyuan stretched out his slender hand like jade, and gently landed on Mu Kuyan's forehead.

Mu Kuyan didn't avoid it, but his breath was a little cold.

"At the school, I have already told your homeroom teacher about the situation, in the near future, you can stay in the hospital for observation, as for your parents, I have also called, I believe your parents will come soon."

The melodious voice sounded, like the gurgling water at night, quiet and moving.

For a person like Nan Xianyuan, God has given him too much perfection.

The perfect skin, the perfect pair of piano players, the perfect sound, and then there's the deep background of his power!

Mu Kuyan's eyes slowly raised.

Immediately after, she stretched out her hand and landed on the back of Nan Yanyuan's hand.

Nan Xianyuan was slightly stunned, and his eyes were fixed on the scene where his hands touched.

is obviously just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old underage girl, but at the moment when her hands touched it just now, there was a strange electric current, which slid through the bottom of her heart, fleeting, and so fast that people couldn't catch it......

Immediately afterwards, under Nan Yanyuan's scrutinizing gaze, Mu Kuyan moved Nan Yanyuan's hand lightly on his forehead little by little.

She said weakly: "Teacher, I'm a girl, it's not appropriate." ”

As Mu Kuyan's words fell, Nan Xianyuan stared at her dark eyes for several seconds.

Until he retracted his gaze, he withdrew his hand unhurriedly.

He stood up straight, a warm smile on the corner of his mouth: "You...... It's interesting. ”

"Teacher Yuan said that I am very boring and boring." A casual look at the wood wither.

Knowing Nan Xianyuan's identity, there are really few people who dare to talk to Nan Xianyuan like this.

Mu Kuyan is now in two moods.

One is that her plan has succeeded, and now she just needs to follow the arranged plan.

The second is that she has a bitter trick...... My head hurts so far.

Seeing Mu Kuyan's indifferent face towards herself, Nan Xianyuan naturally thought that she was implicated in hating him because of Nan Xiaoxiao.

After all, he is Nan Xiaoxiao's elder brother.

Thinking so, Nan Xianyuan said to her softly: "This incident is Xiaoxiao's fault, I will let Xiaoxiao personally apologize to you." ”

"Hmm."

This 'um', the wood withered face should be fast.

Nan Yanyuan was slightly stunned, and finally just smiled softly, a little helpless.

"Rest well and come to see you later." After saying this, Nan Yanyuan turned around and left the ward.

He still has a lot of things to take care of personally.

Not long after Nan Yanyuan left, Mancang hurriedly came.

When Mancang pushed open the door and stood at the door, Mu Kuyan turned his head to look at the sound of the voice.

"Uncle Man." Mu Kuyan shouted crisply to the person standing at the door.

Man Cang walked in, walked to the bedside, and asked with concern, "Little Miss, how are you?" This forehead ......? Why is this happening...... Wait, I'll ask the doctor......"

Concern is chaos.

When Mancang received the call, the whole person panicked.

Before Mr. Ming left, he specially told him that he should take good care of the little lady and must not make mistakes.

But now!

The little lady suddenly entered the hospital, not to mention, he didn't know it for the first time, let alone protect the little lady at the first time.

Mu Kuyan saw all the worries in Mancang's eyes.

She shouted to Mancang, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and said to Mancang: "Uncle Man, I'm fine." ”

"Little Miss." Man Cang hurriedly said: "By the way, little miss, I have already contacted Mr. Ming before I came, if nothing else, Mr. Ming should already be on the way back and ......"

The words are not finished yet.

'Click'

There was a soft thud.

A slender young man in a black jacket pushed the door in.

In a familiar and clear voice, there was a unique worry.

He frowned and looked at the girl with gauze wrapped around her forehead on the hospital bed, her eyebrows were deep, and her eyes were like frost: "Girl, I'm back." ”