Qing Ben's Red Makeup: The Heaven-defying Princess descended from the sky

Chapter 3
Su Wuyoukong has a good skill, but he never thought that he would be pushed down the stairs by Guo Zhengwen, and he just felt that he didn't know anything when his eyes were dark.

I don't know how long it took Su Wuyou to feel something, that is... pain, pain all over her body.

There is also a sense of powerlessness, yes, it is the weakness of the whole body and even the inability to open her eyes. The sharpness of the agent only makes her feel that someone is walking around her, wiping her body.

She only remembered being pushed down the stairs by Guo Zhengwen without any precautions, and then she didn't know anything.

A sense of emotion and a little familiar clarity came to my nose, could it be that I was sent to the hospital and my mother was taking care of me?

Trying hard to wake up, the eyeballs rolled in their sockets, but they just couldn't open them.

"Ma'am, Fourth Young Master has moved." A crisp voice reached Su Wuyou's ears.

Master?Does anyone watch TV in their ward?
"Wuyou, are you awake?" A gentle call came into Su Wuyou's ears. Isn't this familiar voice her mother?
Su Wuyou tried harder to open his eyes and wake up. His eyes continued to roll in their sockets, and his fingers twitched slightly.

"Worriless, you heard Mother calling you, didn't you, worry-free..."

mother?What mother?I must be dreaming.

But why can she feel the warmth from her hands?

"Mother, Doctor Gu is here." A gentle and refined man's voice came in from outside.

"Please hurry up." The voice next to him sounded again.

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Warmth came again, someone tapped her pulse, and under the warmth, her eyes were gently opened.

With the help of this warmth, she finally saw something, a very handsome face appeared in front of her, but she still couldn't seem to move.

I saw that man was extremely handsome, his face was as clear as a carving, and his angular face was extremely handsome.

He may look bohemian on the outside, but the careless gleam in his eyes makes one dare not look down upon him.

A head of dark and thick hair, under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows is a pair of slender peach tree eyes, full of passion, people will fall into it if they are not careful.

With a tall nose and moderately thick red lips, there was a dazzling smile on his face.

"Ma'am, don't worry, Fourth Young Master is fine. He is just a little sleepy, just give him an injection." This voice is probably the best that Su Wuyou has ever heard.

It hurts, it hurts, she actually pricked her with a needle, and there was no mistake, "It hurts..." Su Wuyou sat up from the bed in a 'babble'.

"It hurts, okay..." Su Wuyou glared at the handsome man and was about to say something, but was instantly stunned by everything in front of him.

Everyone in the room stared at her intently, and she also looked at everything in the room in surprise and panic.

A group of people dressed in ancient costumes, a room full of antique flavors, who will tell her that this is a dream?
It was a dream, why did I know it hurt just now, what happened?
"Wuyou, great that you're awake." Su Wuyou then turned to look at the woman whose voice resembled her mother's.

With endless doubts in her heart, is she dreaming? Why does that middle-aged woman know her name?

The woman was wearing a light green floral dress, looking at Su Wuyou with excitement and gratitude.

"Son, what's wrong with you, is your head still hurting?" The middle-aged woman had already walked over and gently wiped the sweat from Su Wuyou's forehead with a handkerchief.

(End of this chapter)