Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

She originally thought that the two were husband and wife, but Mu Qiaozhi's behavior made her a little confused.

If a husband comes to visit his mentally ill wife every day, he must love him deeply, so why does he watch from afar and not approach her?

Judging by his appearance, it's not that he doesn't want to go, but he doesn't dare to go...

All kinds of suspicions flashed in my heart, little one.The nurse looked at Mu Qiaozhi's side face a few more times, whether he smiled alone or not, so there would be such a big change...

Even the temperament has become very cold.

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Mu Qiaozhi stood there for a while, his eyesight was very good, and he could clearly see the subtle expressions on Doreen's face from a distance of [-] meters.

Every frown and every smile of hers touched his heart.

But it made him dare not approach.

By now, he was no longer qualified to see her.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to bring Doreen here, would Doreen be okay?he does not know.

If she gets better, even watching from a distance like this, he won't have a chance...

Mu Qiaozhi's vision blurred, he took a deep breath, not far away, Doreen stood up from under the tree, looked around blankly, and suddenly fixed his gaze on his direction - at that moment, Mu Qiao It felt like my heart stopped beating.

She... saw him.

Looking at each other, Mu Qiaozhi's heart beat violently, but Doreen staggered towards him.

The hospital gown she was wearing was very loose. She was barefoot, and her white bare feet stepped on the green grass. Her long golden hair hung over her shoulders, shining brighter than the sun.

She is really beautiful.

More beautiful than any woman he had ever seen.

Doreen and Lance have the same angelic face. Although they are not similar in appearance, the stunningness is the same.

Doreen walked over staggeringly, wearing baggy clothes, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small piece of shoulder.

Through the transparent glass window, Doreen stood in front of Mu Qiao.

Her big and bright blue eyes raised slightly, looking at Mu Qiaozhi with ignorance and curiosity.

At the moment when she was covered by her eyes, Mu Qiaozhi's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he pinched his fingers in a daze, not knowing how to react.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the inside of the hospital was cool and cold—it was like his and her two worlds.

Either way, it doesn't fit together.

Just separated by a layer of glass windows, it seems that there are two worlds separated, which he and she will never be able to cross.

Mu Qiao's eyes fell on her face, her slender golden eyelashes, delicate nose, red moist lips, and her baggy neckline, she really wanted... really wanted...

hug her once.

Tidying up her clothes.

I want to hear her call his name with a smile, I want to eat a breakfast made for him by myself, I even want to see her pretend to be gentle, look at him with innocent eyes, and call him...

They used to be, such a close relationship...

Mu Qiaozhi's vision blurred.

What separated them was more than a glass door, clearly the distance between life and death.

Doreen, who made him breakfast, was already dead.

And that Mu Qiao...

In this world, there is no such person as Mu Qiaozhi.

Doreen raised her eyes and looked at the man standing in the room.