Chapter 61
Mu Qingliu now knew why he hated the fake young master.
How could a person like him who could not have normal feelings for any worldly things like him develop feelings of liking or disliking a stranger?
At this moment, Mu Qingliu understood.
Long Zhuo limped towards his biological second brother Mu Yuanqiu with a clear goal and without caring about anything.
Mu Yuanqiu stared at him with no emotion in his eyes, and his expression was more like that of a patient with emotional apathy than his own.
He understood, it was the blood.
Mu Yuanqiu took out his cell phone and suggested, "I'll call 110 right now. Long Zhuo, find a place to lie down first. You're almost anemic."
Mu Qingliu whispered, "Second brother, it seems that your mood is the same as mine at times."
He hoped that the police would take him away instead of the doctor.
Long Zhuo was dazed and looked like he was about to cry. He rubbed the blood between his legs with his hands before he dared to grab the corner of Mu Yuanqiu's clothes. "It's okay, teacher, I'll call 120 myself. Don't worry too much about me. I'm bleeding a lot."
Before Mu Yuanqiu could say anything, the golden snake coiled around his neck suddenly opened its bloody mouth like a spring, ready to seek justice for its master, and bit Long Zhuo's wrist for daring to touch Mu Yuanqiu.
Mu Yuanqiu changed his mind at the last minute and warned, "Douglas, don't bite dirty things, it's unhygienic!"
Douglas seemed to meet his mortal enemy and had to bite him. As a result, the master shouted dirty things, and the little snake stopped biting, curling up its tail and slowly rolling back to Mu Yuanqiu's neck.
"I knew... Teacher, you are the best to me." Long Zhuo rolled his eyes and when he fainted, he didn't hit Mu Yuanqiu, but Mu Qingliu who was beside him.
Ivan was quick-witted and hugged the fainted man to prevent the blood from staining the master's white shirt.
Mu Qingliu rubbed his chin and asked calmly, "Second brother, is this what people often say on the Internet, a green tea bitch?"
As a result, Long Zhuo lived smoothly in Mu Qingliu's house.
The reason is that Mu Qingliu's family is always equipped with complete medical equipment, highly technical experts, and countless experienced medical staff.
There is no need to send Long Zhuo to the hospital. Just take him home and even a level 4 operation can be easily completed.
Mu Qingliu did not want to arouse Long Zhicheng's suspicion, so he had to reluctantly take in the fake young master of the Long family who had only skin injuries.
In fact, it is necessary to let Long Zhuo live at home for a few days. First, find out the opponent's cards, so as to give the opponent a fatal blow at the critical moment.
The only trouble with Long Zhuo living at home is that he cannot meet Song Yin.
Whether the fake young master in this book saw the content of the Tucao bubble, or the fake young master knew that the little vegetative person could spit out bubbles, either of these two things is extremely bad.
Mu Qingliu originally wanted to take his wife on a short honeymoon during this free time, which would have been a great idea.
However, this opportunity was so rare that President Mu had to reluctantly give it up and spent a lot of money to organize a welfare event for Phantom Company, sending some of its senior employees on a five-day trip abroad.
Song Yin hasn't had many opportunities to appear recently, but he is very happy to be able to go out with his colleagues. Many people in the company take good care of him and don't mind that he is a weird little vegetable, which makes those who are neglected in the Song family feel a little warmth that should be in the world.
Mu Qingliu sent his wife away and then called Wen Yancheng. Holding Long Zhuo's physical examination report in his hand, he couldn't help but feel absurd.
Are there too many loopholes in this book?
Long Zhuo's blood type is clearly marked as O type. According to the investigation, Long Zhicheng's blood type is AB type, while Mrs. Long's is B type. The probability of giving birth to O type blood is exactly 0.
How could such confused parents not even know their children's blood type for so many years?
Or, the author forcibly lowered the intelligence in order to easily reveal the mystery of the fake young master's life experience.
In any case, Mu Qingliu felt that this obvious test report should be handed over to Long Zhicheng and his wife.
Therefore, he called Wen Yancheng first and told the protagonist to move into the house in the next two days so that he could observe the opponent at close range.
Wen Yancheng happily carried a simple luggage and temporarily moved into the master's house an hour later.
Long Zhuo's injuries were not too serious, and there were no signs of fractures. He had three stitches on his forehead, but he was full of energy again after taking some nutrient solution.
Knowing that it was Mu Qingliu who had kindly asked the best doctor to treat his injuries, Long Zhuo felt that he should thank the host first.
So he dragged his limping body and took the indoor elevator to the third floor to express his gratitude.
Mu Qingliu's voice was very recognizable, clear and cold, and he could be heard talking to another pleasant and deep voice from a long corridor.
The two tones were each beautiful in their own way, intertwined like the gurgling of a stream and the gurgling of a mountain stream.
The next thing he saw was Mu Qingliu with his hands in his pockets standing with Wen Yancheng whom he had met once that day. The distance between the two was quite close, and the height of one and the other seemed very harmonious. Even their appearances were extremely handsome.
At this time, the two of them also noticed his presence, and quickly shut up and turned their eyes and topics to Long Zhuo.
Mu Qingliu asked him naturally how he felt. There was no sign of guilt at all.
Wen Yancheng had no good feelings towards him, nor did he have any bad feelings. After all, the fake young master was also a victim, and their common enemy was He Ziyang.
If the fake young master had a little more tact and didn't covet the Long family's property and collude with He Ziyang, he wouldn't have embarrassed Long Zhuo so much.
As a result, Wen Yancheng found that Long Zhuo looked at him with extremely unfriendly eyes. He
was clearly not in this mood when he had dinner at the Long family that day.
Suddenly, it was as if the fake young master had woken up, and his eyes were as entangled as the complicated subway lines.
Mu Qingliu and Wen Yancheng exchanged glances, and they knew each other immediately.
The fake young master must know that he is fake, and maybe he has already heard something from He Ziyang.
Long Zhuo's complicated look disappeared in a flash, and he thanked Mu Qingliu and said, "I'm really sorry, Brother Qingliu, I may need to stay for a few more days before I can go home."
If it were normal, Mu Qingliu would definitely ask him to leave.
Now is the best time to take advantage of the fake young master.
Mu Qingliu said, "This is the best. After all, Xiaozhuo, you had an accident in my house. If I don't take care of you until you recover, I will be very embarrassed to explain to Mr. Long."
Long Zhuo was also sensible and praised, "Brother Qingliu, you are really too good." He glanced at Wen Yancheng vaguely, staring at the protagonist very innocently.
Brat, are you demonstrating to me? ! The
fake young master has made full preparations. To his family, it was Mu Qingliu who invited him to stay and play for a few days.
Wen Yancheng's impression of him fell to the bottom, thinking that the fake young master was indeed a fake young master, and there was not a single place from top to bottom that was real. When
the enemy comes, the general will stop it; when the water comes, the earth will cover it.
Wen Yancheng took into consideration the injury on his forehead, and out of humanitarian concern, or perhaps because he needed a handle to promote their relationship, he took the initiative to ask about Long Zhuo's health.
Long Zhuo decided to ignore him and said in a bad tone, "It's okay. My illness is in my head, but some people's illness is in their heart. In comparison, I am better."
This tone of voice...
is it the beginning of the battle for the real and fake young master?