Maria Hospital.

The doctor and nurse finished stitching Murong Ting, bandaged the wound, and exited the consultation room.

Murong Qian was immersed in distress and guilt, completely unaware of it, her fingertips ran back and forth on Murong Ting's arm through the gauze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Murong Ting grabbed her hand and said again, "It really doesn't hurt at all." ”

It was a word of relief, but Murong Qian's efforts to suppress the emotions could no longer be suppressed, and tears fell down like pearls, "It's all my fault, he's a madman, I shouldn't provoke him." ”

Murong Qian, as a righteous daughter under the fence, has known how to hide her emotions since she was a child.

Because she thinks that everything she has does not belong to her, she does not feel wronged when she encounters all kinds of difficulties, let alone cry.

Since she was sensible, her tears had all flowed for Murong Ting, and this time watching Murong Ting hurt for her was no exception.

It was only at this time that Murong Ting found a familiar feeling in Murong Qian, the person in front of him was still the little crying bag who would be sad and sad as long as he was injured.

Murong Ting cupped Murong Qian's face dotingly, and the thumb and fingertips slid over her bare cheeks, wiping away the tears on it.

He said in a joking relaxed tone, "It seems that we are really frightened, and we have all become little crying bags." ”

Murong Qian was sad, but he was not convinced by being said to be a little crying bag, and retorted with a crying voice, "Who is the little crying bag!" ”

Murong Ting smiled again, his smile was like an ice-breaking spring breeze, blowing straight into people's hearts, "It's not a little crying bag, we are shallow little fairies." ”

Murong Qian was embarrassed and got up to leave, but was dragged back by Murong Ting.

She was pulled into his lap, and she tried to get up but was hugged.

Murong Ting buried his head in her shoulder, "It's not your fault, even if it's not you, he will find other reasons, so don't feel guilty, let alone blame yourself, okay?" ”

Isn't it?

Murong Qian thought of Gu Yunlan's eyes when he asked her to stay, it was not a look towards a stranger, the expectation and despair contained in it were not hatred.

But if it's not hate, what is it?

"Oteiyuki! Pavilion. Outside the door, a woman's worried voice and messy footsteps sounded.

When Murong Qian heard Bai Ying's movements, he was like a cat that had strayed into someone else's territory, rising from Murong Ting's legs.

………

The Marshal's Mansion.

The living room of the main building was huge, but it was filled with smoke, and cigars flickered on Gu Zhen's fingertips.

Gu Zhen raised his head and exhaled the smoke, and when he finished spitting, the back of his head also leaned against the sofa.

He said, "I don't care who killed Boss Liu, I only care... Money. ”

In the living room, in addition to Fu Lu, who was standing a few steps away from the sofa, there was also a trembling middle-aged man kneeling at Gu Zhen's feet.

He stammered, "I've already looked for it again, as long as I find that batch of tobacco, I promise... Make up the money immediately. ”

Gu Zhen raised his hand, and Fu Lu picked up the middle-aged man, dragged him out and threw him out.

The middle-aged man was treated like this, but he still nodded and thanked Fulu.

Fu Lu stared at him, without a good face, "Three days, if you can't solve it in three days, you can collect your body!" ”

Middle-aged men are submissive, and they should be repeatedly.

When he got out of the gate of the Gu Mansion, the people guarding the door couldn't see it, so he waited for his subordinates outside to surround him and ask him what the big man said.

He flicked his clothes, quenched his saliva backwards, and said, "Eat the crumbs of soft rice." ”

(End of chapter)