Chapter 22
Mu Qingliu: The smile gradually faded.
Mu Qingliu: I began to learn how to be angry.
Mu Qingliu: I just used provocation to save your life, and you turned your back on me. Is this considered ungrateful? Wife? Those
who survive a disaster will have good fortune in the future.
Song Yin was full of hope for his future life again. Even when Mu Qingliu picked him up again, even though he was half dry and half wet, it did not affect his good mood after Nirvana.
The stars were shining.
As the night fell quietly, under the clear moon, a new data update was vaguely revealed.
["The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Series: The Domineering Young Master is Long Aotian. In the bloody novel, the spoiled little girl actually ran away with her 108th baby." The plot has seriously shifted, with the main plot shifting by 7%, the NPC plot shifting by 35%, and the villain plot shifting by -7. ]
[Warning! The main plot is difficult to advance! The main plot is very difficult to advance! ]
[Warning! The NPC plot and the villain plot are beginning to merge, and the probability of NPC and villain getting together is 10% higher than expected! ! ]
At the same time, in the busiest bar in Beijing,
a group of students who have just graduated from college are celebrating their last happiness in a private room.
All these graduates are from University A, but they are from different departments. They are familiar with each other because they joined the drama club on campus.
Wen Yancheng sat in the middle of the crowd coldly, looking like a cool guy who doesn't want to be approached by strangers, but in fact, more than a dozen of them have already had some idea about him, hoping that handsome Wen can drink to relieve his sorrow and take the opportunity to marry him after getting drunk.
Wen Yancheng has a cold appearance, a perfect combination of ruffian handsomeness and a touch of sadness. He is tall and has an extraordinary temperament. Even if he sits in the most remote place in the box, he will radiate a dazzling brilliance from his body. He
is wildly pursued by countless crazy men and women.
And at this moment.
Wen Yancheng's low pressure seemed to have reached the critical value in the whole room. Many people suggested to him to have a drink in the name of graduation.
All of them were scorned by Wen Yancheng's disdainful eyes.
In fact, Wen Yancheng had no thoughts of reminiscing at this moment.
He just wanted to find Song He, the little bastard, and ask him whether the person who slept next to him that night was surnamed Song.
Although Wen Yancheng was born in poverty, in addition to studying every day, he used his spare time to earn a living.
But he was poor but not poor. He
was completely different from Song He, a guy who only spent money at home. He was a promising young man with his own ideals and personal opinions.
Wen Yancheng sat in the box for an hour, which was considered a great honor for these people. If Ku Ge said he wanted to leave, no one had the right to stop him.
Just looking at Wen Yancheng's back as he lifted his clothes, he sighed. When will the handsome Wen look back?
Who has such charm to win a little sympathy and love from Wen Yancheng?
Wen Yancheng went out of the back door of the bar with his coat in his hand, and walked down the spiral metal stairs.
The back alleys of bars are usually dark and messy, and many indescribable transactions are completed in such darkness.
Wen Yancheng tried his best to close his eyes and ears, ignoring the vomiting sounds and the sounds of wild birds making love, and passed by without distraction.
Until a strong beam of white light shot straight into the deep alley, instantly stirring up a wave of panic, and two or three figures picked up their pants and ran away.
Wen Yancheng stood in the center of the white light, and lifted his clothes reflexively to cover his eyes that were blinded by the light.
The other car was obviously well prepared. After the sound of the car door opening, a group of strong figures with hockey sticks rushed out from the scorching light.
This group of people came with great momentum, and even if the light hid their muscular faces, they could not hide their murderous aura.
Wen Yancheng originally planned to give way, but the thugs on the opposite side seemed to come at him deliberately. Without saying a word, they picked up the hockey sticks and smashed them at his facade.
One hit, two hits, and three cuts.
The opponent's fighting style was ruthless and cruel, and every move was aimed at Wen Yancheng's vital points.
Wen Yancheng grew up in the countryside and has always been the best fighter among the wild children. After all, his first identity in the book was Long Aotian. If there is a problem in fighting, he should change his name to Chong Xiaotian.
Wen Yancheng picked up a shovel from the wall reflexively, swung it as easily as playing house, and raised it like a spinning windmill, hitting the hockey sticks that were thrown at him, sparks flew.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Yancheng, with his super-strong posture of fighting one against a dozen, cut a bloody path through the crowd and ran desperately into the light of the alley leading to the street.
Wen Yancheng couldn't always have the upper hand. Although the pointed iron shovel was more cost-effective and could be used for both attack and defense, he was still hit by a few sticks from the back.
It hurts!
Wen Yancheng's physical strength gradually ran out, and he couldn't resist it. While running, he swung the iron shovel and shook off the big hands that were chasing him.
It hurts!
Wen Yancheng's head was hit hard by a stick. In a moment, blood flowed from his forehead. The warm blood contaminated his right eyeball, and half of his vision was in a turbid state.
His strength was always outnumbered.
Wen Yancheng could only throw away the iron shovel in his hand. After his hand was free of the heavy object, he ran madly towards the light.
The atmosphere of fighting and killing behind him was still very strong, like a black fog stained with blood and killing, rolling towards Wen Yancheng.
It's almost there!
The blood on Wen Yancheng's face was flowing more and more, his head was getting heavier, and his vision was getting more and more blurred.
Finally, he ran to the street with endless traffic and cars coming and going.
The chase behind him was also following closely.
Wen Yancheng didn't care and was ready to rush to the main road to stop a car.
But his vision was completely blurry. If the driver of the car he stopped was not an excellent driver, he would have been knocked away 20 meters.
He felt that the engine of the car was very good and the appearance was cool and gorgeous.
Wen Yancheng smashed the closed car window with his bloody hands and shouted for help, "Help me call the police! Someone is chasing me!"
In broad daylight, in a society ruled by law, how dare someone rob a man? !
Mu Qingliu was never a good person, but he was not a bad person either. At most, he liked to help people who were injustice by calling 110.
However, he looked to the side and saw the bloody window of the chasing thugs.
Before he could take out his phone to call 110, a group of desperate criminals might damage this sports car worth 45 million.
Mu Qingliu lowered the car window a little, "Get in."
Wen Yancheng covered the bleeding wound and sat in the passenger seat.
The thugs were all desperate criminals, but when they saw Wen Yancheng actually stopped the most expensive luxury car passing by on the road, they were shocked by the luxury of the luxury car.
Mu Qingliu signaled to Wen Yancheng, "Don't let the blood drip in the car, my wife is dizzy."
In fact, Song Yin was sleeping soundly, and there was still a bubble of complaints hanging in the air.
Mu Qingliu happened to encounter a rush hour traffic jam, so he chose to take the main road that he would not normally take.
When he was about to ask Wen Yancheng where to send him, Wen Yancheng closed his eyes dizzy because of excessive bleeding.
Mu Qingliu was in the steps of sending someone to the hospital → leaving the ID number and phone number with the hospital → the doctor questioning → the police questioning.
He chose to take the person back to his mansion directly.
On the way, he called the medical team at home and informed them that they needed to quickly transfer ABO type whole blood from the nearest blood bank, and that blood transfusion might be needed.
The following journey seemed to be smooth, with no more traffic jams and green lights all the way.
As soon as Mu Qingliu's car stopped in the courtyard of the mansion, medical staff immediately carried the injured Wen Yancheng away on a stretcher.
Then the hired driver asked Mr. Mu to get out of the car and began to frantically clean the place where Wen Yancheng had sat.
Mu Qingliu still picked up Song Yin calmly and sent his wife to the servants, who first washed the sea water and sand off the little vegetable.
He took a bath and changed his clothes, changed into comfortable pajamas, sat on the bed early, and took over the washed white, tender, fragrant and soft Song Yin with his hands.
A servant lowered his head and said, "Sir, the doctor asked me to tell you that the other person is in good condition, with no fractures on his head, but a lot of blood loss. He will probably be unconscious for a few days before waking up."
Mu Qingliu covered Song Yin with a quilt and asked calmly, "Is the car clean?"
The servant said, "Master Zhang has sent it for maintenance overnight."
Feeling that President Mu did not want to communicate further, he took the initiative to put the sanitary products Song Yin needed on the bedside table, closed the door carefully and left.
Mu Qingliu just did a good deed and had no concern for Wen Yancheng.
He touched Song Yin's soft hair with his big hand.
Suddenly he remembered what Song Yin said today.
[From now on, you are my elder brother, my real father, I will absolutely only listen to you~]
Husband, brother, father.
Mu Qingliu couldn't say these titles, but they sounded a bit wonderful. He tapped Song Yin's nose with his finger and said with satisfaction.
"You'd better do this."
The
next day, Mu Qingliu got up and went downstairs.
The doctor who had been waiting for a long time seemed to be afraid that he didn't know, and hurriedly reported back the latest news about Wen Yancheng.
Mu Qingliu said calmly, "How many days will it take for him to wake up?"
The doctor replied, "At least three days, at most five days."
Mu Qingliu reminded, "I have already told Lao Zhang to take this man to the hospital personally, and Lao Zhang will handle all the things that come next."
Mu Qingliu pointed to the name tag on the doctor's chest, "You go with us, too. Anyway, if the police ask, what should I say? Do you need my instructions?"
The doctor was quite afraid of Mu Qingliu's serious reprimand.
After all, as a villain, he can't accomplish anything big without an overwhelming aura.
The doctor's head was like a chicken eating rice, "Don't worry, President Mu, everything was done by Lao Zhang and me, and it has nothing to do with you."
Mu Qingliu just didn't like unnecessary troubles.
He took a cup of warm milk, turned around and said, "Xiao Yin needs to drink milk every morning. I'm going to take him to the beauty salon to get a haircut later."
The implication was that it was nothing and he should not be bothered anymore.
The doctor almost half-knelt down and said to the tall and straight back of the emperor.
"Yes!"
Mu Qingliu coaxed Song Yin to drink a small cup of morning milk, changed the clothes of the little vegetable, and drove to the commercial street in the city center. The couple
seemed to be in harmony.
After the person left, the house remained as quiet as usual.
Within a few minutes, the Mu residence returned to life.
The servant opened the door.
He found that it was the expert who was on duty today who came to see the patient, and was about to say that Mr. Song was taken away by President Mu.
But behind the expert stood a very tall and mighty man.
He looks like a good bodyguard.
But such a strong man is wearing a white coat, which makes him look like a butcher wearing haute couture.
The servant was so shocked that he couldn't even close his jaw. He had no chance to say the above sentence.
The expert introduced, "This is Mr. Liu Qiangsen, who was just hired. He is a nursing doctor who specializes in assisting Mr. Song with some muscle rehabilitation training."
The servant stepped back again and again, leaving enough space for the two.
The expert introduced as they walked, "When you come to work at the Mu family, just go with the flow. There are only two things you must not do, which are Mr. Mu's taboos."
"The first is that Mr. Mu doesn't like people making too much noise in the house."
"The second is that Mr. Mu attaches great importance to the privacy of his personal space. Don't walk around the house unless you are around."
Liu Qiangsen must have undergone some kind of iron will training. He followed the doctor, who was shorter than him, and said without looking away, "I am very professional, please rest assured."
The doctor had just come to take over this morning. There were a total of five experts hired by the Mu family, who took turns to take care of Song Yin's condition throughout the day.
The doctor was going to fill in the diary, and pointed in a direction among the countless rooms, "You go to Mr. Song's ward first and see what Mr. Song needs."
Liu Qiangsen nodded, "I understand."
Then he walked straight to the direction of the doctor's finger and entered the ward smoothly.
According to Mrs. Mu's instructions, his purpose this time was very simple, which was to test the horse for Mrs. Mu first and find out whether Mr. Mu really loves his new wife.
Or, Mu Qingliu really married a vegetative patient out of curiosity.
Liu Qiangsen entered the room, and the room was silent. There was only a handsome man with a white gauze wrapped around his head, who was unconscious in the bed and could not react normally to any movement.
It's definitely a vegetative patient, no problem.
Liu Qiangsen walked over and stared at the handsome man on the bed seriously.
The little vegetative man in the photo had his face covered by his hair, and it was hard to tell what he looked like.
Probably he wasn't ugly, otherwise the genius son of the Mu family was really very ill.
The next second, Liu Qiangsen slapped the unconscious handsome man hard in the face, and said expressionlessly, "This is the gift that Madam Mu asked me to give you."
The unconscious Wen Yancheng was almost awakened by the beating.
"Madam Mu also asked me to convey a message for her."
The tall man suddenly pinched his voice, pretending to be a female voice and said vividly, "Little goblin! Unless you are a fairy, or you can give birth to a son, otherwise get out of my sight immediately!!"