dew marriage

Chapter 170 Who Are You?
After repeated stimulation, Mu Jiao's body couldn't hold it anymore, and gradually lost consciousness in He Yankai's arms, and fainted limply.

She had been there for several days, her face was bloodless, as pale as a piece of paper, even her lips were bloodless, fragile, and embarrassed.

He Yankai suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, he held her shoulder tightly, put her on the bed, rang the bell, and called the doctor over.

The doctor arrived after a while, and he let go of the hand that was holding Mu Jiao all the time, and stood aside, waiting for the doctor's treatment.

Fortunately, it was just a brief shock caused by emotional agitation, and the doctor put her on a drip.

"Mr. He, you don't have to worry, but I still suggest not to make Mrs. He too excited, it will affect her self-cultivation very much."

He Yankai's expression darkened, his hands in his pockets suddenly tightened, and he gave a low and deep acknowledgment. He is a high and mighty king, but now he is haggard like a frustrated man.

Xia Lan pushed open the door, and saw him standing there alone, obviously so close to Mu Jiao, but always felt that there was a high wall erected between them.

Never beyond, always so far away.

Concentrating her expression, Xia Lan walked over, the doctor had already left, He Yankai thought it was the doctor leaving and returning when he heard the voice, and ignored it.

Until Xia Lan came to his side and said softly, "Brother He."

He Yankai raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head and saw Xia Lan standing aside and said to him: "I heard that Jiaojiao fainted, but luckily she's fine, otherwise, I think you'd blame yourself too much, right?"

He Yankai pursed his frivolous lips tightly, and looked back at Mu Jiao. She was lying there peacefully, looking haggard and pitiful. It wasn't the first time I saw her look haggard, but it was the first time I felt that Mu Jiao Being tortured for more than three years was actually just a joke of fate.

This kind of perception made He Yankai feel even more painful, because of his stubbornness, Cen Yun framed Mu Jiao for more than three years. No wonder, during these three years, Mu Jiao would never admit that she just let Wen Qianqian The culprit of miscarriage.

But none of them believed her, or he, He Yankai, was the first to choose not to believe her.

He really blamed himself and was ashamed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Lan took a deep breath, and her tone was a little heavy: "That crazy Wen Qianqian came to the hospital to make a fuss, and your grandfather came again. I don't know where you put Mu Jiao, but as a friend, I don't want her to suffer these blows again, if possible, I hope you don't appear here again, she probably won't want to see you."

Xia Lan has always been straightforward, and will not be tactful just because he is He Yankai. Mu Jiao has no support, she only has two friends, and Shen Jingyi cannot say these things to He Yankai because of his status. After all, he is a man. Said it would not be accepted.

But Xia Lan is different, she is Xia Jingchen's younger sister, and He Yankai, who has a deep friendship with Xia Jingchen, will not give her face.

She also knows that Xia Lan cares and loves Mu Jiao wholeheartedly.

Although these words stimulated his heart, he couldn't help telling himself that these were the most true words at the moment.

He really wants to accept it.

Not long after, Mu Jiao woke up, and the moment he opened his eyes, Xia Lan's face came into view: "Jiaojiao, are you awake?"

Mu Jiao's eyes flashed, but he didn't see He Yankai in the room, probably she could see that she was looking for her, Xia Lan pursed the corner of her lower lip, and said softly: "I told him to leave, you need an absolutely quiet environment Come to rest, he should not appear here again."

Although Xia Lan was a little direct and took the initiative to drive away He Yankai for her, but there was no way.

Mu Jiao took a long breath and smiled bitterly: "That's good."

Xia Lan covered her with a quilt, and said: "I went to Mu Chen's side just now, and said a few words for you, you call him at night, try not to affect his emotions, it's okay, Jiaojiao , as long as you rest well, Mu Chen can be discharged from the hospital before the operation, during this time, don't think about other things."

If Mu Jiao was dealing with these things alone, she might be able to handle them well, but that kind of goodness would involve more effort.

But now, Xia Lan can share her worries.

Of course, it wasn't just Xia Lan, Xue Mingyu brought Moore to the hospital that night. They had just returned from visiting relatives in the United States, but within a few days, they saw Mu Jiao like this.

At that time, Mu Jiao was having dinner, and he had just called Mu Chen, and he was in a better mood and more energetic.

Xue Mingyu pushed the door and entered, Xia Lan got up vigilantly, and then relaxed when she saw that it was Xue Mingyu: "President Xue."

Xue Mingyu gave a light grace, and walked in holding Moore's hand. Moore was very familiar with Mu Jiao. When he saw her sitting on the bed, he let go of Xue Mingyu's hand and ran over. The corner of his lower lip was always in a trance at that moment.

She imagined that when her child looked like a few years old, the happy appearance seemed to be similar to that of Moore now.

Moore ran to the bed, put his hands on the bed, looked up at her curiously: "Are you sick?"

Before Mu Jiao opened his mouth, he stretched out his hand and touched the back of Mu Jiao's hand: "Don't be afraid, Dad said that the illness will always recover."

Mu Jiao exhaled softly, because of Moore, her tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

Xue Mingyu came over, put down the things he was carrying, put one hand in his pocket, rubbed Moore's head with the other hand, and brought him to his side: "If you are sick, don't disturb me, don't touch it of."

Moore frowned, half understanding, but Xue Mingyu didn't want to tell him why.

Lifting his jaw, he said, "Medical care is very advanced now, as long as you make sure that you have a better mentality, you will be fine soon. You must know that so many of our Shengyu employees are waiting for you to go back and take charge of the overall situation."

Mu Jiao raised his eyebrows, and said with a rare ease: "Well, then why don't you give me the company as well, obviously you are the one who should be in charge of the overall situation."

"If you want, I can." Xue Mingyu also raised his brows, but he was obviously more indifferent: "It's just a company, and I, Xue Mingyu, are still short of that? If you get well, come back to the company, really want to , I'll give it to you."

Mu Jiao's heart warmed, and he smiled lightly: "Mr. Xue really doesn't care about anything, but I don't have any big ambitions. Is the trip to America going well this time?"

"It's just a family visit. It went well, but he was too naughty." Xue Mingyu knocked Moore on the head, and Moore snorted, puffed up his cheeks and said, "You bullied me again, and I will sue you for child abuse."

Xue Mingyu slightly hooked the corners of his lower lips, snorted coldly, and looked down at Moore: "Who taught you, and you still want to sue me?"

Moore frowned, with a displeased expression on his face, and his eyes kept turning upwards, probably thinking about who taught him, but he couldn't remember for a while.

Annoyed, and feel very humiliated.

Mu Jiao looked at Mo Er, he was five years old, would his stillborn child be as cute as him if he was five years old?
Mu Jiao was like this, she quickly thought of her child, or in other words, she stopped thinking about that child all the time.

Xue Mingyu noticed it, pursed her thin lips, and said to Mu Jiao with a little boredom: "It's really hard for me not to like living with him now. If you want, I can let him be your son."

The corners of Mu Jiao's lips slightly raised an arc: "Your way of comforting people is too old-fashioned, but Moore is my godson in the first place, so you don't need to talk about it now."

Xue Mingyu shrugged his shoulders: "It seems that I was unnecessary."

"Of course." She looked at Moore and said with a smile, "Isn't it?"

Moore nodded firmly: "Yes."

Mu Jiao stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair: "You're so good."

Moore's arrival greatly improved Mu Jiao's mood. Although she still thought of her children, compared to those, she already understood that she needed to become stronger.

Because there are more things waiting for her.

Xue Mingyu stayed for a while, then left with Moore, who was already drowsy, and Xia Lan stayed with her until after nine o'clock in the evening.

Mu Jiao told her to go back.

She shook her head: "No, I'll stay here with you, just lie on the sofa for one night."

While talking, she walked to the sofa and sat down. Mu Jiao sighed helplessly and said softly: "I know you are worried about me, but you don't have to worry so much. Can I still let myself have something to do?"

"Why not, who knows you..." Halfway through her words, she twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "Anyway, I will accompany you, so you can have a good rest."

Mu Jiao deserves to be distressed. Xia Lan just wants to do her best to make Mu Jiao comfortable, to overcome her inner obstacles as soon as possible, not to be affected by other things, and to take good care of her body is the serious thing.

Mu Jiao can't say no to her, just let her go.

This night, I slept soundly.

But this night, He Yankai was not as comfortable as she was. After leaving the hospital, he went to the night without notifying Lu Nanyi, Xia Jingchen and Tang Mo.

Go alone.

In the box, wine for four people has been prepared, but in the end he was the only one drinking it.

Maybe at this moment, he can finally understand why he came here and wanted to drink because of Mu Jiao, because he was upset, and because he cared too much.

Maybe no one would believe it, but right now his heart was so complicated.

Drinking cup by cup, he just drank like a drinking machine, drinking without a break.

Until Wen Qianqian opened the door and came in, he still kept drinking, although he couldn't hold on any longer.

Seeing this, Wen Qianqian's expression darkened, and she hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Akai, what are you doing, why are you drinking so much?"

He Yankai was stunned for a moment, and looked at her with wandering eyes. Wen Qianqian had a double image in front of his eyes. He shook off her hand, leaned on the sofa, and sneered: "Who are you?"

Wen Qianqian shrank her pupils, subconsciously bowed her head: "I, I am Qianqian."

(End of this chapter)