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Chapter 866 A Bone-Marrow Obsession

Qiao Yimo struggled to breathe under Mu Qingxun, looking at his tender and shy bright eyes in the past, now there was only anger and hatred, she couldn't push him away, so she pinched her palm like a masochist, her whole body tensed like a picture anytime

A string that will break.

Mu Qingxun didn't know if it was the influence of Qiao Yimo's near madness, or if she had gone crazy long ago, she also panted heavily, the torment was like a deep-seated obsession, her fingertips ran over Qiao Yimo's warm and greasy skin .

Qiao Yimo's hands were imprisoned by him, and Mu Qingxun skillfully and skillfully peeled off Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo's body was as stiff as a rock, and she glared at Mu Qingxun with hatred.

Under her gaze, Mu Qingxun's kissing movements became more and more gentle, with a strong sense of lingering and longing.

Qiao Yimo's cheeks, which were flushed because of the intense emotion, turned pale in an instant, she clenched her teeth tightly, and her lips were so stretched that they almost bleed.

Qiao Yimo didn't resist because she knew it was useless.

Qiao Yimo thought that she understood Mu Qingxun.

The Mu Qingxun she knew had a clear and distant appearance on the surface, but in reality she was cold-hearted and cruel.

His knife can even stab his own heart!

But she was different to him, the exception.

He is cruel to anyone, not to her.

If he hurt anyone, he would not be willing to hurt her.

She thought so.

But she was wrong.

She was so tired that she wanted to stay away from the chaos in this cruel world, but he refused to let her go, so he threatened her with her child and caring relatives.

She didn't agree with him being with Lin Xun, so he stabbed himself, using her love and distress for him to force her to compromise...

It's not that he can't be cruel to her, on the contrary, he is the cruelest to her.

What does he want?

As long as she stays obediently by his side like an unconscious and emotionless puppet doll, not to have the slightest disobedience or contradictory thoughts on any of his decisions, and to get what he wants, he will be happy.

It was suddenly dark, and something covered her eyes.

Qiao Yimo's eyes were still open, and the liquid accumulated in the pupils slowly dried up bit by bit.

……

Mu Qingxun and Qiao Yimo came back at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was after three o'clock in the afternoon that the servants received Mu Qingxun's order to prepare food.

After Mu Qingxun gave her orders, she went to the bathroom, put a tub of hot water, added some special essential oils to help relax, came out, and carried Qiao Yimo in her arms.

Instead of the arrogance and roughness of the previous few hours, Mu Qingxun's gentle action of putting Qiao Yimo into the bathtub made people feel a little bit ironic.

Qiao Yimo closed her eyes, and her palm-sized face was abnormally white under the heat. She pressed her lips together tightly.

Mu Qingxuan stood by the bathtub for a while, went to the shower to shower, and then went to the sink to simply clean up the wound on her forehead and the blood that had invaded her eyes.

During the whole process, Mu Qingxun acted in a very natural manner, as if he was not the one who "violently" forced him before, or he didn't feel that it was forced at all.

In the end, Mu Qing went to the bathtub, squatted down to wash Qiao Yimo's body, and after a few minutes, wrapped Qiao Yimo in a towel and went out.

Put Qiao Yimo on the bed, dry her body with a bath towel, pull it out, and throw it on the floor.

He took out the spare ointment from the drawer of the bedside table, and applied it to Qiao Yimo's place. When he got to the part he bullied the most, Mu Qingxun's calm and casual face changed.

After staring fixedly for a while, Mu Qingxun's Adam's apple rolled, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the cotton ball were a little white, with drooping eyelids, she silently rubbed the medicine.

Qiao Yimo didn't have a piece of intact skin all over her body, and Mu Qingqian applied the medicine meticulously, so after applying the medicine, the servant brought up the prepared things.

……

"Eat something before going to sleep." Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and said softly.

Qiao Yimo's covered eyelashes trembled and opened, and her pupils met Mu Qingxun's eyes with clear eyes.

Mu Qingxun and Qiao Yimo stared at each other for a few seconds, then bent slightly to help her.

Qiao Yimo supported the bed by herself and sat up.

Mu Qingxun paused, looking at Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo leaned back against the headboard of the bed, grabbed the quilt and lifted it up. He raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Qingxun's broken forehead, then met Mu Qingxun's eyes again, and moved his lips twice.

"Isn't that enough? Do you want to hit me with your mobile phone a few more times?" Mu Qingxun saw that Qiao Yimo was asking him for a mobile phone, and said expressionlessly.

Qiao Yimo lowered her eyelids, and after a while, a black mobile phone reached her eyes.

Qiao Yimo fixed his eyes on the phone for two or three seconds, reached out to take it, opened it, and typed text on the screen.

While Qiao Yimo was typing, Mu Qingxuan sat by the bed, took the vegetable porridge and silver spoon placed on the bedside table, scooped a few times with the spoon, and fed a spoonful to Qiao Yimo's mouth, "Open your mouth .”

However, Qiao Yimo didn't seem to hear Mu Qingxun's words, nor did she notice the porridge touching her mouth. The editor really wanted to say something, so she turned her phone to Mu Qingxun.

Mu Qingxun only looked at Qiao Yimo, "Open your mouth."

Joey froze.

"If you don't eat it, I won't watch it." Mu Qingxun said.

Qiao Yimo opened his mouth and ate.

Mu Qingxun fed her more than half a bowl of porridge with vegetables one after another, and then moved her eyes to look at her phone.

"What do you mean by sorry? The child didn't survive, or what did you do to him? If alive, where is he? Okay? Can I see him? He's my child."

Mu Qingxun read it verbatim, and then scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Qiao Yimo's mouth.

Qiao Yimo stared at him, her parted lips trembling slightly.

Mu Qingxun fed the remaining half bowl of porridge to Qiao Yimo, looked into her red eyes, and said, "She is alive, and is with father."

Hearing his words, Qiao Yimo's eyes lit up slightly, but then darkened again for a moment. She hurriedly turned the phone, not caring about deleting the previous text, and continued editing.

"Why put him with Mushi? He is your child, shouldn't he stay with you? Is Mushi planning something again? Can you bring him back?"

Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo's twitching cheeks that could not be restrained due to the tense emotions, her heart was suffocated, and her voice was a little dark, "She is our child, and I want to keep her so I can see it at a glance. A place within reach

,But……"

Almost at the moment when Mu Qingxun said "but", Qiao Yimo took back the phone and typed out a string of words.

"No but! He is a devil, a cold-blooded animal! That is our child, how can you let him stay with someone like Mushi?! He must be trying to use the child to control you, he will not treat him as his grandson take care
Care, who would care about a thing..."

Editing here, Qiao Yimo's fingertips trembled violently, her rosy eyes widened, and she slowly raised her head to stare at Mu Qingxun, with deep suspicion flowing in her eyes.

Mu Qingyan's eyelids shrank, trying to say something.

Qiao Yi suddenly lowered his head again and continued to swipe on the phone.

"Did you lie to me?"

"no!"

Mu Qingxun said immediately, with a low and serious tone.

Qiao Yimo blinked and looked at him again. Her eyes were filled with water vapor, and she carefully described Mu Qingxun's expression, as if she was confirming the truth of what he said.

Mu Qingxun's brows and eyes were deep and deep, and she silently looked at her.

Qiao Yimo looked at him for at least two or three minutes. When she took her eyes off his face, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Son, is it a boy or a girl?"

Qiao Yimo paused with her fingertips, and tilted her head to look at Mu Qingxun.

"Girl."

When Mu Qingxun said this, there was an imperceptible tenderness in her voice.

The corners of Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched, and the mist in her eye sockets surged towards her eye sockets, and her beating heart swelled like a heavy weight in joy.

Qiao Yimo was holding the phone, and felt that she couldn't control the tears in her eyes. She squeezed the phone tightly, turned her head slightly to the other side, put the hand holding the phone against the corner of her eye, opened her trembling lips lightly, and breathed one by one

Haste and patience.

At the door before, she asked him where the child was, and when he said "sorry" to her, she thought the child was gone...

The child had only been in her stomach for seven months, and before the caesarean operation, she had suffered from heavy bleeding due to emotional agitation. Under such circumstances, it would be extremely dangerous to perform the caesarean operation.

She is a medical student, and she knows all this.

In Guo Jihong's words, it is a miracle that she survived.

Not to mention how little hope a premature baby, just seven months old, has of surviving.

So during CS's recuperation period, from the moment she regained consciousness, she wanted to ask about the child's condition.

But she dare not.

Qiao Yimo even felt suffocated whenever he thought that the child might be gone—he didn't want to live.

But if she didn't ask, and Mu Qingxun didn't mention it, she became even more timid and paralyzed by self-deception.

To this day, she can no longer paralyze herself. She is not sure about the child's condition, whether the child is still there or not.

If she continues to turn a deaf ear to it and let it go, to a certain extent, her whole body will explode due to the tightness to the extreme.

Now, knowing that the child is still alive, her faint hope swelled into a huge surprise, and when she thought about the cruelty and twists and turns of the process, her nerves were severely stimulated.

Various emotions such as joy, sadness, grievance, and depression appeared on Qiao Yimo's face.

Every emotion is extreme and profound.

(End of this chapter)