The pampered palm of the president

Chapter 524 Lost Soul
Situ Qingyin was a little moved, but his feet didn't move.

"Situ, there is something you don't know yet."

Seeing that Situ Qingyin hadn't struggled out of his emotions, Chu Mo took a deep breath and put down his final trump card.

Situ Qingyin stared at him without speaking.

"I just diagnosed Xuanli You's pulse, it's Hua pulse."

"Slippery pulse?"

Situ Qingyin's dark eyes rolled, and the coldness in his eyes slowly dissipated, with a little stagnation.

"It's the pregnancy pulse, the happy pulse. Situ, Xuan Liyou is two months pregnant. And two months ago, you gave her the antidote."

Chu Mo reminded Situ Qingyin.

The current Situ Qingyin's soul seems to have been emptied, how can he still have the ability to think?
Therefore, he can only speak as clearly as possible.

Situ Qingyin's lips moved, and he fell down straight with his eyes open.

Chu Mo hurriedly caught him, grabbed his wrist to check his pulse, and found that it was just a short-term coma caused by multiple emotional changes and agitated mind, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Passing out is also a way to decompress.

Just don't let him stand here all the time.

Jin Yue felt sorry for her son, and she was relieved when Chu Mo said it was fine.

Because he wanted to stay and take care of Situ Qingyin so that he wouldn't get overwhelmed, Chu Mo naturally stayed.

Now that he stayed, he naturally went to see Jiu Jiu, whom he hadn't seen for several days.

The first time he saw the listless Jiu Jiu, Chu Mo almost didn't cry.

Situ is too ruthless, Jiu Jiu can be regarded as his admirer anyway, to toss it like this.

After staying to take care of Jiu Jiu for two hours, Chu Mo reluctantly left the backyard.

To this day, he is still unwilling to believe what he heard that day, Situ even said that Jiu Jiu was the reincarnation of the high priest.

In the history of the Wu clan, there is indeed a high priest who has been inherited.

The position of the high priest is equivalent to the national teacher of each dynasty, and he is the spokesperson of God.

The status is even higher than that of the patriarch, and no one dares to violate the words of the high priest.

Because all high priests are people who can hear the voice of the witch god.

Of course, Chu Mo, who is a good young man in the new century, scoffed at this statement.

Where did God come from?

**
After lunch, Feng Shaoxian called, and Chu Mo happened to hear it, so he answered it.

Hearing Chu Mo say that Situ Qingyin was in a coma, he froze for a moment, restraining his concern for his brother, and hung up the phone in a stiff tone.

Chu Mo heard that his tone was not right, so he called back, and a few words to induce him to express his grievances, and then asked him to come to Situ's house.

There was nothing bad to say about my brother, although it was related to Feng Zhiling's reputation, Feng Shaoxian didn't hide much from Chu Mo.

It's just that he couldn't tell clearly on the phone, and it was impossible for Feng Shaoxian to say too much about his sister.

Chu Mo could only guess based on what he did for Situ Qingchen's lifting of the forbidden spell and the general content of what he said, but he guessed wildly.

Before Feng Shaoxian came over, Situ Qingyin woke up.

When Chu Mo walked into the room and saw Situ Qingyin lying on the bed, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, the redness in his eyes faded away, but it was shockingly cold.

"Situ, Shaoxian will come over later. Would you like to eat something first?"

Chu Mo was taken aback, sighed inwardly, walked over with a slight gentleness on his face.

Situ Qingyin shook his head and sat up from the bed, feeling dizzy for a while.

It's just that my stomach is so full, where can I eat?

"I'll ask someone to bring you some porridge. If you collapse, how can you find a way to save Xuanliyou?"

Chu Mo felt that he had never sighed more than today in his life.

(End of this chapter)