Facing the woman's disgusted gaze, Smith was stunned, and the displeasure in his heart came up: "Miss Mu, you ......"

"Mr. Smith." Mu goodnight opened his lips.

She took a deep breath, and said in an incomparably cold tone, "Mr. Smith, if something like this happens to your secretary, as a gentlemanly man, I think you will do the same." ”

The eyes that had always been gentle were cold to the bottom, and the words that came out sounded gentle and decent, but they meant something.

Smith's face froze, and he didn't look good slightly.

Before he finished speaking, Mu Goodnight didn't want to continue, and quickly followed the stretcher.

She's not stupid.

As a scientific research base with such a high safety factor, it is impossible to leave the hidden danger that the chandelier will fall......

What's more, at that time, before the light was about to fall, the female secretary looked like she was about to be smashed, as if she was reminding the people in front of her......

All of this passed through her mind at a rapid pace, and she was saying everywhere-

The other party did it on purpose.

It's a trap.

I don't know why, she suddenly thought of what Han Xiu said before, Delun's internal disputes are serious, and many people want to grab the list with them......

If so, so they feel like she's his weakness?

So, deliberately come to this hand, temptation?

That...... Does Song Bingjue know?

The more she thought about it, the more complicated it became, her mind was full of the picture of Song Bingjue holding her just now, and her heart seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't dispel it for a long time.

……

It wasn't until Song Bingjue came out of the operating room that she came back to her senses, and her palms were mottled with red marks from her fingernails.

Han Xiu went to deal with other things.

He was left in the hospital, she quietly followed behind the nurse, and when she entered the ward and asked about the situation, she sat quietly on the side, waiting for Song Bingjue to wake up.

Song Bingjue was hit on the head by a chandelier, some slight concussions, and the injuries on his back were not light, so they stayed in France for a longer time.

Mu Wan'an thought about it, and went out halfway to call Uncle Li to explain the situation.

"How's that going, sir?" It seems that he didn't expect such a thing to happen, at that end, Uncle Li was stunned for a long time and asked anxiously.

"The doctor said we had to wait for him to wake up and do a thorough examination." In the corridor, Mu Wan'an lowered his eyes, looked at his long shadow at his feet, his expression was indistinct, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Uncle Li, this time Mr. Song is to save me, I ......"

She couldn't feel bad.

If Song Bingjue really had something, she would definitely not shirk her responsibility, she clenched her hands.

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Li sighed: "Miss Mu, since you said so, it means that Mr. will be fine, and I will tell the little master about your delay in coming back." ”

Mu Wan'an responded softly, and when he mentioned Xiao Si, his tone became softer: "If you can, don't talk to him about things here." ”

"Naturally, I won't say it." Uncle Li spoke, "It's time for Miss Mu to take care of Mr. ”

Mu Wan'an responded, said a few more words, and was about to hang up the phone, when Uncle Li suddenly stopped her.

"Miss Mu......" came out, but she wanted to stop talking.

Mu Wan'an was confused: "Uncle Li? ”

"It's nothing, Miss Mu, let's leave it at that, I'll send the little master to school." After speaking, Uncle Li hung up the phone, and then frowned with a headache.

The master over there must have known what had happened, and at this time, Miss Chen seemed to be also in France......

I'm afraid that Mr. was injured in order to save Miss Mu, and Miss Mu was not happy there.

……

On this side, after waiting for the night, Song Bingjue woke up leisurely.

As soon as the man opened his eyes, he saw Mu Goodnight's beautiful side face.

He didn't seem to notice that he was waking up, and Mu Wanye sat on one side, holding a fruit knife in his hand and peeling apples little by little.

Her apple peeling skills are excellent, and after peeling an apple, the skin is basically not broken.

The picture is tranquil and reassuring.

It wasn't until she cut it and Song Bingjue finished appreciating it that she slowly spoke: "Good night......"

Mu Wan's night paused, raised his eyes and saw him wake up, stunned, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

She hurriedly put down the knife in her hand, then pressed the bell, stepped forward, and asked him with concern: "Are you...... Is there anything wrong with it? ”

Song Bingjue endured the pain, his handsome face showed a hint of a smile, and randomly grabbed her hand: "In this way, I will be better." ”

The hand that was about to break free was suddenly stunned, Mu Wan'an was stunned, sat down, and didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't refuse, and let him hold it.

Doctors and nurses came in one after another, and after the examination, the doctor explained something and left.

Knowing that he was fine, the stone in Mu Wan's peace of mind finally fell to the ground, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The nurse on one side saw it, looked at Song Bingjue, and teased: "Your wife cares about you very much." ”

Hearing this, Song Bingjue's cold handsome face showed signs of the first snow melting.

Mu Wan's cheeks were slightly red, and he wanted to explain, but when he saw that the nurse had already pushed the cart to leave, he stopped thinking about it.

As soon as those people left, there was silence in the ward.

Song Bingjue was still holding her hand, unwilling to let go, and her eyebrows and eyes were quite soft.

Mu Wan'an didn't struggle, just accompanied him quietly, until the palms of both of them were wet, she opened her eyes slightly and broke away from his palm.

Song Bingjue looked at her, saw that her cheeks were slightly red, and his heart suddenly moved: "Good night......"

His voice was low and soft, and in the night, like a babbling stream, jingled down on the tip of her heart.

Mu Wan'an was stunned, but she didn't dare to look at him directly, bit her lip gently, and said, "Mr. Song." ”

It's not Bingjue, it's not Mr. Song, it's Mr. Song.

Hearing this title, Song Bingjue paused slightly, and the softness in his eyes gradually faded.

"Huh?" He replied softly, a hint of foreboding in his heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, I saw that the woman who had not dared to look at her directly just now raised her eyes, and her soft eyebrows and eyes flashed in the light, but they were unprecedentedly clear: "I am very grateful to Mr. Song for saving me, but in the future, ...... I hope you don't do that......"

From the first time she met him, he had saved her so many times that she couldn't count how much she owed him.

It didn't matter if he was a gentleman or if he was a human being, but it was too dangerous for her.

It's like a person who has almost drowned, and she gets a wooden bush, and after a long time, she will get used to drifting on the wooden bush.

Habit is not a good thing.

She was afraid that she would have feelings that she shouldn't have.

Whether she is narcissistic or hypocritical, she wants to cut off this danger.

As she spoke, her voice was very soft, but extremely firm, but when she met the man's deep dark eyes, at that moment, her originally calm heart suddenly panicked inexplicably.

She saw the slight coldness, coldness, coldness, and trace of the man's eyes.

Her heart fluttered more and more.

She clenched her hands tightly, she didn't know what kind of emotions she was, just like a drowning person, she gasped for a while, and then said quickly: "We just agree to care, I don't need Mr. Song to do so much...... Moreover, Mr. Song didn't know that I had just divorced, and there was ...... between us A little distance needs to be kept. ”

She clenched her hand, the stickiness of her palm had become cold.

During this time, Song Bingjue's approach had crossed the boundary they should have.

She kept admonishing herself, but ......

Her voice paused, and her heart calmed down inexplicably, and she looked at Song Bingjue's eyes with bright and burning eyes: "I know, I may have misunderstood something, I just want to say, I am very grateful to Mr. Song for your help to me, these things, I will keep them in my heart, and I will ...... in the future I will slowly repay it in my own way, however, I don't want you to be burdened, I will take good care of Xiao Si, and you don't have to ...... for Xiao Si"

Before she finished her words, the color in Song Bingjue's eyes had already turned cold.

"Huh." He snapped and interrupted her next words.

Mu was good night, and his heart tightened.

Immediately, the man asked coldly: "Do you think I'm for Xiao Si?" ”

Mu Wan'an raised his eyes to look at him, looked at his cold eyes, opened his lips, and the answer he had prepared was unspeakable at this moment.

At that moment, she actually felt that something was passing by inadvertently.

After a long silence, the man withdrew his gaze and said, "However, you are right, there is indeed a reason for Xiao Si. ”

Xiao Si likes her.

Xiao Si needs a mother.

These are reasons, but they don't mean that they are enough for him to get close to Mu Goodnight.

He didn't expect that after his intentional "hero saves beauty", Mu Goodnight's reaction turned out to be ...... It's so hurtful.

He was really hurt.

The man's eyes were slightly deep, and he pursed his lips gently.

Only now did he understand that her submissiveness just now was just the final blow before indifference.

Thinking of this, a hint of sarcasm crossed his eyes.

Mu Wan'an was silent, slowly lowered his eyes, and heard Song Bingjue's low, but detached voice: "I was overstepping the rules before, and I will keep my distance from Miss Mu in the future, too...... I hope that Miss Mu will not misunderstand anything because of what happened before. ”

"No, it won't." Such a sense of alienation is inexplicably uncomfortable, and even the voice with Mu Goodnight has become deep.

The words fell, and the two stopped talking.

The silence of death, even the warmth just now no longer exists.

Mu Wan'an clasped her hands, and she didn't know how long she sat down, until she felt that she shouldn't continue to sit down, and when she was about to leave, she heard the man suddenly say politely: "Miss Mu, can you help me peel an apple?" ”

I don't know who I'm punishing, the original "Wanwan" has become "Miss Mu", as if her previous "Bingjue" has become "Mr. Song".

Mu Wannight only felt that there was no sense of ease in his heart, but he became more and more blocked.