Chapter 227 I Won't Divorce
Let's get a divorce!
Let's get a divorce!
With fishy sweet blood gushed out of his throat, Long Qingyue forced himself not to vomit, but the pain in his body tore at him a thousand times, and it gradually became dark in front of his eyes, and then his tall body fell to the ground with a bang ......
Mu Nuanxin looked at the man who slowly fell in front of her, and her heart stopped beating at this moment ......
Inside the hospital!
Long Qingyue was lying on the hospital bed. His body had been soaked with sweat. His brow was tightly wrinkled, And his mouth kept muttering something as if he was having a very terrible dream.
"How is he?" Feng Siye went up and touched his forehead, and worriedly looked at Ling Shaobai who was recording the body temperature on the side, and asked.
"Wind and cold went into the body, with acute fire attack, and high fever does not recede..." Ling Shaobai put down the pen and said. He walked up and adjusted the speed of the IV flow in his hand.
"This guy wouldn't have stood downstairs in Mu Nuanxin's house all night last night!" Feng Siye widened his eyes in surprise. It was rainy and snowy yesterday, and the temperature plummeted more than ten degrees. He wore few clothes, and even the iron man couldn't stand it!
Ling Shaobai sighed and nodded, "When I rushed over, he was already unconscious, and it seemed like the first time he was sick since he returned to the Long family."
The two simultaneously turned their attention to the man on the bed. Perhaps because of the effect of drugs, he finally settled down a lot, but his mouth still kept murmuring something. Feng Siye hurriedly put his ear over, only to hear the words he kept repeating.
I won't divorce ......
Because Mu Qiqi resisted all those who had a relationship with Long Qingyue, helplessly, Mu Nuanxin can only ask Tang Xiu to help.
The day Mu Luozhong was cremated, Mu Qiqi cried and fainted. Mu Nuanxin also cried and could not contain herself. Watching her father being pushed into the crematorium, Scenes of her being picked up by Mu Luozhong back to the Mu family flashed through her mind like a movie. Mu Luozhong was such a vivid person, but at this moment he had been separated from her!
Tang Xiu had been accompanying her, and the waiting process was long and torturous. She sat on the ground as if she had lost her soul, and her eyes stared at the door of the cremation room.
Mu Qiqi was rescued and immediately jumped over as if she couldn't accept it. She frantically rushed towards the door of the cremation room and kept flapping, crying out for them to give her dad back...
Fortunately, Tang Xiu had already taken care of everything, otherwise, with their situation, It was afraid that people would have thrown them out...
When Mu Luozhong's ashes were sent out, Mu Qiqi again couldn't bear to cry and fainted. Mu Nuanxin hugged her sister and father's urn and sobbed uncontrollably...
The next day was the funeral, and the funeral hall was set up at home. The Mu family didn't have much money, so the arrangement was also relatively simple.
Although Tang Xiu wanted to make it grand but thought better of it, the person was gone, so there was no use in making it good again.
Moreover, if he did that, Mu Nuanxin will certainly be uncomfortable. So according to her wishes, everything was simple.
In the middle of the yellow and white chrysanthemums, there was a photo of Mu Luozhong. The photo was taken when he was deputy mayor, wearing a snow-white shirt, with black hair and a smile on his face, and the whole person was full of vigor.
Mu Nuanxin wearing mourning clothes kneeled on the side. Looking at the photo of her father, she can't stop her tears. Just half a year, Mu family was broken. All this came too suddenly, and she still had some disbelief...
Mu Qiqi kneeled beside her. The already thin little face was now even thinner, and the original glittering black eyes had long lost their former luster. At this time she was like a rag doll, and there was no trace of life...
The Mu family had no relatives or friends. Since Mu Luozhong was wronged, all friends had broken off contact, so no one came to pay their respects...
The coldness of the hearth was heartbreaking...
Inside the hospital, Long Qingyue slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the snow-white ceiling above his head and sat up violently.
"Yue, you finally woke up. I was scared to death by you!" Seeing him wake up, Rong Dong'er immediately stood up and held him, with obvious tear marks on her beautiful little face.
"Why are you here? Where is Mu Nuanxin?" Long Qingyue covered his head in pain. His head was as painful as if it had exploded, and there was not a bit of strength in his body.
Rong Dong'er's face stiffened. She poured a cup of water quickly and handed it to him, saying, "Let's not talk much first. You've been burning for so long, so you must be thirsty. Drink some water first."
Long Qingyue's throat really hurt like it was on fire. He took the water cup she handed over and drank it so that his throat felt better.
He handed the water cup back to Rong Dong'er, and he opened the quilt, trying to get out of bed. Seeing this, Rong Dong'er hurriedly stopped him and said, "You just woke up and you still have a fever, so you can't move around."
"I'm fine. Get out of the way. "Long Qingyue wanted to push her away, but there was no strength in his hands. He frowned. He didn't expect himself to be so weak.
"Yue, don't be like this. Your health is most important." Rong Dong'er looked at him distressedly and said.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, Ling Shaobai walked in and walked quickly to the bed. When Long Qingyue saw him, he immediately asked, "Shaobai, how's the situation on Mu Nuanxin's side?"
"She's fine over there. Don't worry too much." Ling Shaobai replied.
"Yes, now the eighth son of the Tang family is by her side every day, taking care of her." Rong Dong'er finally couldn't help being ignored by him and said sourly.
Ling Shaobai's black eyes hidden behind the lens flashed a ray of light, and then he swept to the woman beside him and asked, "How did Miss Rong know that Tang Xiu was in the Mu family?"
Rong Dong'er secretly screamed in her heart. Sheshe almost exposed herself for temporary relief, but she didn't show her face at all, and said lightly, "There is a report in the newspaper, saying that the eighth son of the Tang family is Falling in love with Cinderella. Now he and Mu Nuanxin are the headlines every day."
"Hehe, is that so!" Ling Shaobai smiled coldly, ignored her, and began to examine Long Qingyue's body.
"How long have I slept? What happened to Mu Nuanxin?" Long Qingyue heard that Tang Xiu was by Mu Nuanxin's side, not only did he not get angry, but she felt relieved.
Although he and Tang Xiu were rivals in love, and he really didn't like that man, at the moment Mu Nuanxin needed to have someone who could help her by her side, so that he can rest assured.
"It's been three days, and today is Mu Luozhong's funeral. The little girl in the Mu family is extremely repulsive to Feng Siye and me. We went there several times but were kicked out by her." Ling Shaobai said helplessly. The truth is that both he and Feng Siye were beaten out by the little girl with a stick Crazily.
It was estimated that at the moment in the eyes of that little one, as long as anyone related to this matter was her father's enemy. . .