Later? Will there be a future?

Before the professor in the imperial city said that his father would not wake up nine times out of ten, and then Grandpa Xi sent him abroad, every time she asked, Grandpa Xi did not tell her the real situation, only said that in the treatment, the situation was optimistic.

She hadn't seen her father for a long time, and when he woke up, the first thing she did was tell him that it didn't matter if she was a princess or not, whether the family had money or not, as long as he was healthy, they would be together more.

In the past, Dad worked almost all the time, and they had very little time together.

Xi Mushen found that Shu Xiaomian's movements stopped, and when she looked sideways, she saw her sitting there in a depressed mood.

Come to think of her, she thinks of her father.

He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, held her in his arms, and then pulled over the quilt to cover it.

Shu Xiaomian fell into the man's thick and solid arms unexpectedly, the faint smell of medicine and his good smell rushed into her nose, she came back to her senses, raised her hand and pushed his body:

"Uncle Jiu, what are you doing?"

Xi Mushen hugged her with a slight force, raised his other hand to turn off the light, and said seriously:

"The bed is too hard, I'm not used to sleeping, and it's softer to hold you."

Shu Xiaomian listened to MMP!

Is this treating her like a human flesh pad?

Or was that what he was trying to do in the first place?

She pursed her lips: "Uncle Nine, I'm going to get you an extra quilt?" Or buy cotton? Pillow over? ”

The strength of Xi Mushen's hand did not loosen, and the slender hand fell on her arm, holding down the restless her:

"I'm sleepy, I don't want to toss, let's sleep."

Sleep?

Sleeping in his arms? How can it be? If Jiang Chuxin or Xi Shaoting come to see this tomorrow morning......

Shu Xiaomian struggled nervously, and said very seriously: "Uncle Nine, I want to go back, you let go of me." ”

Her resistance was palpable.

Xi Mushen's gaze fell on her face, pouting at her messy eyes, and her sensual lips opened:

"With such force, you want to tear open my wounds?"

Shu Xiaomian's movements froze instantly, and she didn't dare to move at all.

The wound on his leg was so bad, if it was torn or infected, it would be very troublesome.

She looked at him pitifully: "Xi Mushen? I ......"

"The patient should recuperate more, be emotionally stable, good night." Xi Mushen interrupted her, ignored it after speaking, closed her eyes and slept.

After a while, the sound of his even breathing rang out.

Shu Xiaomian wanted to cry angrily.

Paralyzed, he slept like this? How did he sleep?

She tried to shrink away from his embrace, but found that his brow furrowed as if he had been disturbed and uncomfortable.

Moreover, his arms were so strong that she couldn't struggle at all.

Whining...... What iniquity has she created?

……

It was a night of being kidnapped by conscience and strength.

Due to her weak heart, the next morning, Shu Xiaomian woke up very early.

Fortunately, after Xi Mushen fell asleep, her strength was a little less, she successfully got out of his arms, put on her shoes, took her bag, and carefully walked out of the ward and closed the door.

Outside the door, Su Bei happened to come over, and when he saw Shu Xiaomian coming out of the ward, he was about to drop his jaw in surprise:

"Shu ...... Miss Shu? ”

How could he be in the ninth master's ward so early in the morning?

Shu Xiaomian saw Su Bei's surprised gaze, and her heart rose to her throat: "I, I ......"

She wants to explain, but it's paralyzing, how can she explain it? What's the excuse?

Su Bei reacted suddenly, and saw Shu Xiaomian's gaze become extremely weird: "Miss Shu, the wound of the ninth master has not been opened, right?" In fact, the ninth master should still be scruple during his injury now. ”

What's the scruples? What does Subei understand as it?

"Secretary Su, it's not ......" Shu Xiaomian opened her mouth to retort.

Secretary Su suddenly approached her, and in a very low voice, he reminded mysteriously: