my own sweetheart

Chapter 170 Thirty-six Strategies Are the Best Strategies
"Then what should we do?" Lin Zixuan frowned and looked at Smith, Smith blinked innocently, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Zixuan, I really want to help you, but I have already promised others, and I can't go back on it! If I repent, God will not let me enter heaven!"

Mu Qinghua sighed, sat down on the sofa, frowned and rubbed his temples vigorously, obviously he didn't know how to persuade Smith to help Xiaoxue perform the operation.

Lin Zixuan's mind is full of Xiaoxue now. He originally thought that he would succeed in inviting Smith this time, and Mu Qinghua and the two were friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. Genji, he couldn't wait until he slowly persuaded Smith. The more he thought about it, the more Lin Zixuan became more and more anxious. His heart was overwhelmed, and he walked quickly to Smith's side. Tsinghua said, "Uncle Mu, come and help me!"

Mu Qinghua quickly reacted, and Smith yelled, "Hey! What are you trying to do! Tsinghua! How could you treat your friend like this!" However, no matter how much Smith yelled, it was useless. Mu Qinghua came over to meet Lin Zixuan After a lot of tossing, they finally caught Smith firmly.

Next, the two of them tied Smith's hands behind his back and gagged his mouth. Then they found a long trench coat with a hood in the room and put it on Smith. Just like that, Lin Zixuan carried Smith on his back. With Mu Qinghua leading the way, the two came out of the room all the way and no one noticed anything unusual. They left the hotel smoothly, got in the car, and drove to the hospital with maximum horsepower. Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the hospital. Lin Zixuan carried Smith on his back, and went straight to Xiaoxue's ward. After entering the ward, Mu Qinghua immediately closed the door, and Lin Zixuan put Smith down.

By the way, although Smith is not fat, Lin Zixuan was really tired from walking all the way with his back on his back. Therefore, after Lin Zixuan put down Smith, he fell to the ground because of his weakness. Xia Zhiwan next to her heard the noise and came out. Seeing Lin Zixuan's half-lying and half-sitting posture, she thought that Lin Zixuan was uncomfortable, so she hurried forward and asked anxiously, "Zixuan, what's the matter with you? Is there something uncomfortable?" Speaking of which, Xia Zhiwan lifted Lin Zixuan's arms and legs to examine carefully, and when she saw a scratch on Lin Zixuan's face near the ear, Xia Zhiwan turned her head and scolded Mu Qinghua, "What did you do, elder? They're all hurt!"

Mu Qinghua muttered aggrievedly, "I just thought about inviting people over, how could I have time to care so much!"

"You are too careless as an elder, you should protect your children!"

Mu Qinghua frowned, "I..."

Seeing this, Lin Zixuan hurriedly explained, "Aunt Xia, don't blame Uncle Mu, it's all because of my carelessness!"

Lin Zixuan originally wanted to persuade the two of them, but he didn't think about what he said, which caused Xia Zhiwan to accuse her. Xia Zhiwan looked at Lin Zixuan angrily, "I haven't said anything about you yet! Look at you, you are already such a big person. You are still so careless, if you get scars and disfigure your face, I see how you can find a wife!"

"Uh..." Lin Zixuan and Mu Qinghua, who was standing behind Xia Zhiwan, gave each other helpless glances. This action was seen by Xia Zhiwan again. Xia Zhiwan turned her head and glared at Mu Qinghua, then turned around and helped Lin Zixuan to sit on the sofa, and leaned over again He carefully checked Lin Zixuan's wound, clicked his mouth and said, "Look at you, it's not very serious, just stay here, I'll get you some medicine! In this weather, the wound must not Inflammation" said Xia Zhiwan got up and directly opened the door and walked out of the ward, leaving Lin Zixuan and Mu Qinghua looking at each other, oh of course, there is also Dr. Smith who was left in the corner of the sofa like a package, but now he can only stare blankly It's up to you.

Mu Qinghua untied the rope that bound Smith, and lazily turned his head to Lin Zixuan and said, "What do you think I did wrong? Why don't you hire an expert to tell her, just because you shaved some cuts? Wait, let’s talk again, what’s wrong with your little wound, I never saw her so nervous when I fell off the stage with a bruised nose and a swollen face!” After finishing speaking, Mu Qinghua seemed to feel that he had said something that shouldn’t be said, and unconsciously stole it. Glancing at Lin Zixuan, he quickly stopped talking.

Lin Zixuan smiled, but didn't make a sound. He was recalling the feeling just now. The sudden surge of warmth is the feeling of family members. To be honest, this feeling has never been felt since Lin Zixuan's mother passed away. up.

"Hey! Do you still have the law in your eyes?" The mournful cry came from Smith who was untied. He was frantically carrying a black object and walked back and forth in front of Lin Zixuan and Mu Qinghua several times before stopping. After standing down, he turned his head and stared at Lin Zixuan indignantly, "Zixuan, I regard you as a friend! How could you treat me like this!"

"And you!" Smith turned to Mu Qinghua, and continued, "You are my good friend, but you still helped him to tie me up. The most unbearable thing for me is that you stuffed him with a stinky sock. My mouth!" As he spoke, Smith threw the object in his hand towards Mu Qinghua in disgust, hitting Mu Qinghua's face.

"Hiss..." Mu Qinghua took a breath of cool (stinky) air, pinched the socks on his face and shook them off, "It's really 'stinky' socks!"

Smith said angrily, "That's right, tell me quickly! Whose socks are yours, I want him to experience this pain too!"

Lin Zixuan and Mu Qinghua looked at each other's socks, and finally pointed at Smith in unison and said, "It's your socks!"

Smith's face turned green in an instant. This was clearly lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot!Smith rolled his eyes, looked at the ceiling and at the sky, with a look of wandering.

At this moment, Lin Zixuan thought of a way to ask Smith to obediently operate on Xiaoxue. He walked to the sock that Mu Qinghua had thrown away, and pretended to pick it up. Smith quickly shouted, "Zixuan, what do you want!"

"Don't you know what I want to do?" Lin Zixuan raised the corner of his mouth and said to Smith, "Help you fulfill what you just said!"

"I said something, I didn't say anything!"

Mu Qinghua immediately understood Lin Zixuan's intentions, and interjected, "Whose sock you said just now, you should let him experience this pain. Now the owner of this sock has been found, and it's you!"

"I was just talking casually! Why do you take it seriously?" Smith began to deny it and retreated step by step, but was cut off by Mu Qinghua from behind.

Lin Zixuan slowly moved forward with his socks in his hands, and said with compassion on purpose, "These socks are a bit too stinky, but you have always kept your word, and you must be able to go to heaven after death, so you can still bear the smell." right?"

(End of this chapter)