Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Xiao Jing stood in the same place in the night, his scalp numb.

At that moment, all the scenes in front of us seemed to be blurred. The white light was like the spray of high tide, and all the objects seemed to float.

Without gravity, it gradually rises to the air, rotates little by little, and condenses into tiny light spots.

Without waiting for him to recover, Xiao Jingye felt that he suddenly staggered backward, and he Wan'er's shoulder slipped out of his palm.

He was shocked. After a moment's recovery, he didn't fall to the ground as expected. Instead, he threw himself into another firm embrace.

Mu Yun deeply lowered his voice and quickly crossed a short greeting in his ear, "are you ok?"

Xiao Jing stood up in a daze at night and shook his head in a daze. His feet were soft, like stepping on a thick blanket made of cotton.

When he came back to see clearly, Xiao Jingyan did not know when he had rushed in front of him and took his place just now, holding he Wan'er's arm, while he Wan'er was still yelling at the top of her voice, where there was still a little bit of gentle and generous lady.

Xiao Jingye was excited by the scene in front of him, and his heart ached.

He reluctantly held on to the wall, forced himself to regain his composure in the shortest time, and even showed more valuable calmness than usual.

Mu Yunshen was about to step forward when a hand was suddenly caught by Xiao Jingye.

He was surprised for a second, and said in disbelief, "how do you..."

Before he had time to finish a word, he felt the hand holding him, and the palm was so hot that it was frightening, and the sweat came out in bursts.

"Brother." Xiao Jingye lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "call a doctor and help me... My legs are weak and I can't go out."

Mu Yunshen quickly became nervous and quickly bent down to see him, "are you ok? What's the matter?"

"Call a doctor..." Xiao Jingye slowly raised his head, a hand on his knee, sweat down the forehead.

He turned his head and looked at mu Yunshen. The corner of his eye was like a bright red lotus in full bloom. It was as red as rouge. In the purple blood, crystal clear tears were looming and mixed with sweat.

He clenched his teeth and squeezed a few words out of his teeth, "go! Please... Go

Beg you.

Please.

I just want you all to be well.

Why can't such a request be met?

Why?

Xiao Jingye supported the wall with one hand, and his muscular legs kept fighting back and forth. His pale face and the sweat from his forehead clearly showed that what he said was true.

Mu Yun pauses for a second, and the muscles on his cheek tighten up.

He clenched his back teeth quietly and took a big step forward. He grasped Xiao Jingye's collar with his fingers, turned around and pulled him to the door.

"Brother..." Xiao Jing was startled for a moment, and involuntarily called out, "what are you doing..."

"Shut up Mu Yunshen turned his head and glared at him. He roared angrily.

The voice is not big, but the meaning of anger is full. Xiao Jing's chaotic mind is half awake in an instant.

He Lengshen's blank, mu Yunshen has pulled him out of the ward.

Xiao Jingye was still wearing his usual pair of military boots on his feet. When he ran outside the ward, he stumbled, and the heel of his shoes hit the doorframe on one side unconsciously, making a very obvious dull sound.

Although the Xiao family is a well-known family in Maicheng, they are not much better than those ordinary families in some aspects.

He Wan'er inherits the traditional parenting methods of many Chinese parents, and brings her youngest son to heaven by hand, and turns him into a arrogant, arrogant and domineering young master by hand.

But thanks to Xiao Zhan's untimely ability to stand up and sing a white face, Xiao Jingye did not degenerate into one of those dandies who sing songs all night and linger in various vocal music places.

He is positive, brave, just and sunny. Although he is impulsive and stubborn sometimes, it is usually for the sake of justice in a certain sense.