Reborn Shadow Queen: Jun Shao's favorite

Chapter 216

There was a thin layer of cold sweat on the butler's forehead, and he raised his hand nervously to wipe it off: "Master, I've been with you for so long, there are some things you should understand."

Hearing this, Murong Chuan frowned and stopped pressing the housekeeper. After all, he was also forced to do nothing.

He knows Murong Ao's temper well, how many people can disobey him?

What's more, as a butler, it is not easy for him to do this step, and he secretly helped him several times.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand: "Go to the hospital!"

The butler held the steering wheel in a bit of a dilemma: "Master, the master forbids you to go there. If the master finds out, your previous efforts will be in vain."

"I'll go as soon as I say, it's my mother, can't I go and see it?"

He was a little angry, and he couldn't remember how long it had been. He hadn't visited the woman who raised him since he was a child. The purpose of coming to Murong's house was to make her life better, but now even her life is not good. Well, I don't know, so what's the point of staying here.

Thinking of this, his eye sockets were a little moist: "Go and have a look, I promise just one look, just one look."

The housekeeper felt a little distressed when he looked at him, and started the car with a sigh.

Unknowingly when finely flakes of snow drifted outside the window, Murong Chuan stretched out his hand to catch one, and it quickly melted into his palm, making it bone-chillingly cold.

When he arrived at the hospital, the snow had stopped, and there was no change except that the road was a little wet. He opened the car door and was shivered by the cold air, and followed the butler all the way to the door of the ward that he had been thinking about day and night.

He looked at the skinny woman on the hospital bed through a door, and his heart hurt like a dagger. His eyes fell on her sleeping face through the window.

There was still some flesh on his face when they parted, but why is he so thin now? Murong Chuan felt anxious and wanted to open the door and go in.

His hand was stopped by the butler before he even touched the doorknob. He looked at Murong Chuan helplessly and shook his head: "Young master, you can't."

"I beg you, let me go in, why is she so thin, let me go in and say a few words, please."

Murong Chuan said as if pushing away the housekeeper and stepping in, but was stopped by the housekeeper with open arms: "Young master, calm down, if you go in, not only will everything for you be in vain, even your mother will lose her treatment." Opportunity!"

The housekeeper's voice was a bit loud, these words poured Murong Chuan from head to toe like a basin of cold water, and he instantly leaned against the door of the ward as if he lost all strength.

Murong Chuan turned his head to look at the people sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, his voice trembled a little, it was clearly separated by a layer of glass, but it seemed to be separated by the ends of the earth.

"Mom, I will definitely come back to see you, you wait for me!"

After saying these words, some tears had gathered in his eyes, he stared at the hospital bed tightly, and finally forced himself to turn around and leave.

The housekeeper followed behind him, Murong Chuan gritted his teeth, held back his tears, and when he looked up again, his eyes were full of hatred.

He will become strong, strong enough to trample Murong Ao under his feet, strong enough to protect his mother, he never wants to experience this kind of life again.

The sound of the footsteps of the two people getting farther and farther away, Jiang Yuan on the hospital bed opened her eyes, her old and thin face was full of pain, and two lines of tears flowed from her eye sockets.

That's her son. She knew he was coming, but she could only pretend to be asleep and listen to him leave. It's hard for him to live so well now, and he can't be a drag on his future because of her.

Murong Chuan followed the butler back home, Murong Ao was not at home, he turned on the light and heaved a sigh of relief, changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

The housekeeper brought him a glass of water, but before he brought it to his mouth, Cui Caiqin's voice rang out from beside his ears: "I came back quite early today, tell me, where did you go today?"

Murong Chuan's body froze, he managed to squeeze out a smile, and called out the address reluctantly: "Mother, I just wandered around and didn't go anywhere else."

Cui Caiqin seemed to be in a bad mood, and sat beside him with a dark face: "No? Did you go to see your sick mother again, she is dying, what are you looking at?"

"Are you spying on me?" Murong Chuan put down his teacup and asked sharply.

Cui Caiqin looked at him and glared at him: "So what if I spy on you? Since you came to this house, I have been your mother, and your mother is dead!"

"She's not dead!"

Murong Chuan roared angrily, turned to look at Cui Caiqin, his eyes were full of anger, and he clasped his hands tightly: "I won't let her die!"

Cui Caiqin looked at him a little timidly, stood up, and pointed at him: "Look at you, I have raised a white-eyed wolf. When your father comes back, I must show him your look. Look, I want to see how long the two of you, mother and son, can live without Murong Ao!"

These words brought back Murong Chuan's rationality, he was a little annoyed when he remembered his behavior just now, Cui Caiqin was right, if Murong Ao left, the two of them, mother and son, would not be able to last long.

But the matter has come to this point, we can only wait for Murong Ao to come back and adapt accordingly.

Seeing that he was silent, Cui Caiqin knew that she had hit his sore spot, and smiled sarcastically: "Why didn't you speak up? Aren't you confident just now? You are just like your mother, useless!"

Murong Chuan lowered his head, listened to her insulting words without saying a word, clasped his hands tightly, lowered his eyelids to cover the hatred in his eyes.

As soon as Cui Caiqin finished speaking, Murong Ao pushed the door open and came in: "What's the matter? I heard you arguing here as soon as I walked to the door."

Hearing Murong Ao's voice, his heart skipped a beat, it seemed that tonight was another sleepless night.

Cui Caiqin was even more proud when she saw Murong Ao come back, and sat down on the sofa: "Isn't it because you, a good son, went to the hospital to see that dying woman behind my back today, and didn't admit it when you came back? !"

Murong Ao's face sank when he heard the words, he squinted his eyes and walked in front of Murong Chuan, his voice filled with endless majesty: "Is that so?"

"Father, I just..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, Murong Ao raised his hand and slapped him in the face, making a crisp sound, which made him stagger.

Murong Chuan barely stabilized his body, his cheeks were hot and swollen, but he still didn't say a word.

Murong Ao walked up to him and raised his head, looking into his eyes: "I told you something, don't look at that woman."

(End of this chapter)