Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

"No matter what their purpose is, it's good for your father to get better, as long as he actively cooperates with the treatment. It should come back soon. " After coming out of the hospital, Mu Jingyang has been silent, as if thinking.

Mu Jingyang nodded. He shook hang YunRuo's hand, but there was a trace of imperceptible cold in his deep eyes.

He won't let the people around him get hurt as before! He won't allow it! No matter who it is. I will make you pay the most painful price!

After reading the last document at hand, mu Zhenlun rubbed his eyes. Take a deep breath. At this time, the phone at hand rang.

"There's news from the hospital that Mu Tianfeng's condition has improved and there are signs of recovery. And Mu Jingyang already knows that you have seen Mu Tianfeng. " Hang up the phone, mu Zhenlun pick eyebrows, face expression is still light. No emotion

Just the big hand with distinct bone joints knocked lightly on the table. It seems to indicate the host's thoughtfulness

"Are you going to wake up?" Mu Zhenlun repeated softly, a few seconds later. He picked up the cell phone, dialed the phone and gave a few simple orders.

He always knew. Mu Jingyang has never completely trusted himself from beginning to end. Now Mu Jingyang knows that he has been to the hospital with his father. I'm afraid we have to be more defensive.

"Your injury is just right, you must pay more attention to rest! Please let me know if you have anything The car stops at the door of the studio, and Mu Jingyang reluctantly pulls hang YunRuo's soft boneless hand. Thousands of exhortations and thousands of instructions.

"Well, I know! Is there something wrong with your company? Let's go Hang YunRuo nodded. I'm going to push the door open and get off to go home.

"Did you just leave?" Mu Jingyang pulls back hang YunRuo's hand. With a long arm, hang Yun is unstable. The whole person is in Mu Jingyang's arms.

Mu Jingyang's warm breath hovered around hang YunRuo's neck. With a familiar sense of aggression. Hang YunRuo moved his body uneasily, and his two little hands kept struggling, trying to open the distance between them.

"Mu Jingyang, what are you going to do! Let go of me Hang YunRuo resisted the impulse to kill him in his heart and clenched his fist secretly.

"YunRuo, don't you think you should give me a goodby

"Kiss?" Mu Jingyang's handsome face gradually approached hang YunRuo, and his smile was more brilliant.

"Mu Jingyang, don't go too far! We're just pretending to be lovers now! If you don't want to be shameless, you have to stop it! " Hang YunRuo's face became cold, and he tried harder to push away the man in front of him.

"OK" Mu Jingyang pauses, then suddenly approaches hang YunRuo's face, kisses her face vigorously, and makes a loud voice.

"You son of a bitch!" Hang YunRuo is short of breath. In five simple words, he is gnashing his teeth.

"Ah... It hurts!" Just when Mu Jingyang is immersed in the joy of stealing a kiss smoothly, he suddenly has a pain in his chest. Then he finds that hang YunRuo's little hand is pinching him.

"Again!" Taking advantage of the moment when Mu Jingyang is distracted, hang YunRuo gets out of the car and runs back to the studio without looking back. He locks the door directly.

"You have no conscience woman" Mu Jingyang's smile shook his head, rubbed rubbed hair pain chest. But the corner of the mouth still draws a happy arc.

Seeing Mu Jingyang's car out of sight, hang YunRuo slowly sat on the sofa. In my heart, there are five flavors mixed for a moment.

She can feel Mu Jingyang's kindness to herself, and those little touches almost make her give up resistance. But she is still afraid, if one day, he disappeared?

Shaking his head, shaking off those disturbing emotions, exhaled a breath of turbid air, turned on the computer and began to draw.

"President!"

Mu Jingyang just pushed open the door of the office, behind him came mu Zhenlun's anxious voice. Mu Jingyang picked his eyebrows and looked at the people coming.

"President, I went to the hospital a few days ago. The doctor said that your father had signs of awakening, so I went to several well-known experts in the world to communicate." Mu Zhenlun said while passing the doctor's information to Mu Jingyang.

Mu Jingyang picked eyebrows, the expression on his face is still light, people can't see what he is thinking.

"So?" Silence for a few seconds, Mu Jingyang just gently spit out these words, a pair of wind and cloud light appearance, let mu Zhenlun some flustered.

"The experts' opinion is that now is the best time for surgery!" Mu Zhenlun finished and looked at Mu Jingyang, his eyes full of concern and anxiety.

"I know about it. You can go out." Mu Jingyang said straight to the sofa, took off his coat, closed his eyes, obviously do not want to continue this topic.

For a moment, mu Zhenlun didn't know what to say. After a pause, he walked out of the office.

Mu Jingyang opened his eyes when he heard that the door was closed gently. The calm in his eyes just now had disappeared without a trace. There was a chill in his dark eyes.

Mu Zhenlun has never cared too much. On the one hand, he always stood on his side. He also cleaned up some garbage with mu Zhenlun's hand.

On the other hand, he also wants to see what kind of wolf ambition is hidden in this seemingly gentle and kind-hearted man.

The world is so terrible, the person who smiles at you is not necessarily the person you can trust.

"Keep an eye on the hospital and studio recently. I don't want any problems!" Mu Jingyang picked up the phone and told the assistant to close his eyes again.

At the weekend, Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo came to the hospital to see Mu Tianfeng again. Maybe they knew that his father had a chance to wake up. This time, Mu Jingyang's heart was not as heavy as before, but a little more relaxed.

"How's my father, doctor?" Mu Jingyang looked at his father on the bed. He was still lying there as before. It's just that my face is much better than when I saw it last time.

"Mr. mu, your father's condition has improved, and he has responded to some slight stimulation," the doctor said, holding his glasses.

"A few days ago, Mr. mu Zhenlun also consulted me about my condition and asked me if I could have an operation now. I think there should be no problem now. I don't know how you think about it."

Mu Jingyang did not speak, just looking at his father on the bed. He once hoped that the doctor would tell him that the time for the operation was up, but now mu Zhenlun and Mu Wanli were also involved. For a moment, he hesitated.

He is still looking forward to his father's recovery, but he can't trust others. During the operation, a unconscious patient lay in front of the doctor with no resistance.

If the Mu family's people who have their own plans do something at that moment, he really can't guarantee that he can know all this in advance.

He had already lost his family once, and he didn't want to suffer from such heartbreaking pain.