Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Mu Yun deep speechless, don't pass an eye, eyes fall on the empty corner.

Tang Xiaoduo could feel his hand shaking slightly. In fact, to tell the truth, mu Yunshen wants to go out for a walk now. As long as she doesn't suffer in front of her, she can do anything.

So looking at her pain to death, but they can't help, can't stand for her, also can't resist for her, the heart will be crushed. But I can't let her go. How can I let her face the pain alone?

President Mu was immersed in his tragic world and wept silently for the dilemma of Hamlet love.

"Go on, doctor." Tang Xiao is also embarrassed to think that her husband has pushed others over indiscriminately.

The doctor looked at mu Yunshen with lingering fear. Seeing that the master had clenched his teeth and didn't look at this side, he hesitated to reach out his hand. He felt the right place and pressed hard again.

With the experience and lessons just now, this time Tang Xiao forbeared to scream, but the sob in his throat and the sweat in his palm still made mu Yunshen look like a murderer.

He turned his head and looked straight at him. The doctor almost softened his knee and stepped back several steps.

"Well... Well, you have a rest..." the doctor stammered politely, and then, like being chased by a ghost, fled out of the ward.

"Smile, I made you suffer." President Mu was red eyed and still immersed in the Qiongyao style atmosphere created by himself. He didn't wake up. He just felt that at this moment, any language seemed so weak.

Tang Xiao gradually eased from the pain, pillow his palm and said viciously, "just know!"

"..." president Mu took a puff from the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect the trend of this unconventional plot, so he answered it gently, and a sweet word naturally slipped out of his throat, "I love you."

Although Tang Xiao knows that the frequency of saying this from mu Yunshen's mouth is almost the same as "did you eat it", he still can't help but feel weak in his calf and let out a beat of his heart.

Across a wall, Su Xiaoyu and Xiao Jingye stand at the entrance of the corridor, their eyes opposite, but they are speechless.

For a long time, Su Xiaoyu pinched the skirt, "you go back, go back to rest early."

"Light rain..." Xiao Jingye choked in her throat and said, "don't worry, I'll solve my dad's problem. Don't worry, I'll make him agree with us."

He didn't realize that he was very weak in his own words, but although Su Xiaoyu felt it, he didn't say much. He just nodded and cooperated with him and said, "well, I believe you."

Xiao Jingye almost rubbed his palms to sweat. He looked at the girl in front of him and was at a loss.

Just now, Feng Yin's words were unintentional at any time, but coldly reminded him. Xiao Zhan still doesn't know what happened between him and Su Xiaoyu. I'm afraid the old man is still studying how to let him marry he Wenwan.

At the thought of this, Xiao Jingye felt a headache and his brain hummed. He clenched his fist, suddenly leaned over and hugged the girl in front of him.

Before Su Xiaoyu could react, he heard his low voice coming, with a little cold water vapor of heavy rain outside, "I love you, Xiaoyu, I love you."

The day soon dawned, and the heavy rain stopped at dawn. The whole sky was bright and clear blue. Gu Beihua opened his eyes and saw the message beating on the mobile phone screen - Tang Xiaosheng, boy.

He rubbed his eyebrows, sat up, simply cleaned up and went out.

The door of Qu Qingchen's room was ajar. He only made a symbolic knock and pushed it open. "Chen'er, do you get up?"