"Yanfei" headquarters.

In the ward of the medical department.

The comatose man on the hospital bed was trapped in a state of dissociated consciousness that seemed like a dream but not a dream.

He heard someone calling his uncle, saying that he was not allowed to die...

He even felt that she was hugging him tightly and kissing him constantly...

He knew that that person was Xing'er, his Xing'er...

It must be a dream. Only in dreams would Xing'er call him this...

"Xing'er..."

Under the oxygen mask, the pale thin lips squirmed slightly and made a weak voice, "I miss you so much..."

A trace of tears oozed from the corner of the man's eyes. He really missed his Xing'er, the Xing'er who clung to him and called him uncle, and whose heart and eyes were full of him, instead of the Xing'er who wore Gu Yan's coat and treated him indifferently.

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He slowly stretched out his weak hands and hugged the person he had missed for a long time.

The warm body temperature and real touch were transmitted from the palm to the heart. This feeling was so real that it made his heart tremble and his free consciousness suddenly came back!

The black crow eyelashes trembled, Fu Lingxiao opened his heavy eyes, and a delicate and beautiful little face came into his blurred vision.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, covering the corners of his eyes with her slender fingers, gently wiping away his tears, while his arms were tightly hugging her slender waist.

The dream returned to reality, and he still held his star.

Fu Lingxiao's eyes were slightly hot, and he called her softly in a hoarse voice: "Yanyan..."

The man had been in a coma for three full days, and now he finally woke up. Mu Xing could finally let go of his worries for the time being.

She suppressed the joy and softness in her heart and looked at him with an indifferent expression as before, "Wake up."

The slightly trembling voice still revealed her emotions.

"Yanyan..."

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing's little hand that moved away from his eyes, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"Who's worried about you? You're just being sentimental."

Mu Xing said with an indifferent expression, withdrew his hand, picked up the gloves from the medical tray placed aside, put them on, untied the man's hospital gown, and helped him change his dressing.

Xing'er didn't ask what happened between him and the medicine man named Qiao. Fu Lingxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of the medicine man, he couldn't help but frown.

He knows that he is not dead yet.

A bomb with a power of up to ten tons would blow even steel and iron bones into powder, but he was safe and sound. Could it be that Yao Ren really will not die?

Seeing the man frowning, Mu Xing immediately relaxed his hand movements a little bit, "It hurts a little, please bear with it, it will be fine soon."

Fu Lingxiao's thoughts were instantly pulled back, he suppressed the cold emotion in his eyes, raised his thin lips slightly, "It's okay, Yanyan, take your time, it doesn't hurt me at all."

Mu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the scar in the middle of the man's chest, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes unconsciously. How could it not hurt, but it hurt her more than him.

This scar was cut out and sewn with her own hands. Every cut, every inch, every pull of the needle and thread penetrating the flesh seemed to hurt her heart, and her heart was about to break.

She would never be able to bear such pain a second time. She would die from the pain.

Mu Xing's eyes were red, and he quickly changed the medicine for the man. He stood up and packed the medicine and tools. He said in a calm voice: "Fu Lingxiao, don't let yourself get hurt again."

"good."

Fu Lingxiao had a smile on his lips, and his big hand touched his chest habitually. He didn't touch the pen, and then he realized that his clothes had been changed.

He frowned slightly and asked Mu Xing: "Yanyan, where is my suit jacket?"

Mu Xing replied casually: "It's lost."

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly pulled off the oxygen mask and forced his weak body to sit up. Mu Xing hurried over and held him down, "What are you doing? You just finished the operation, don't move."

Fu Lingxiao: "My pen is still in the pocket of my suit jacket. You tell me where I lost it and I will find it."

I just came here looking for a pen.

"That pen is very important to you? Who gave it to you?"

Mu Xing looked at him and asked knowingly.

She hoped that her uncle would tell her honestly that it was a gift from her, and that he would be honest about their past.

The man did not answer, but said again: "Tell me where you lost it."

Because he was too eager, his black eyes seemed to have a crack. Mu Xing looked at him silently for a few seconds, took the pen from the pillow and put it in his hand.

The man's frown relaxed, and he held the pen tightly in his hand and rubbed it, as if he were treating it like a treasure. Mu Xing's eyes narrowed as he looked at it, "It's just a pen, is that all?"

"Yanyan, you don't understand..."

Three years ago, the main villa exploded, destroying all of Xing'er's belongings. The last thing Xing'er left behind, except for a few pieces of clothing, was only a sachet and a pen. The sachet and clothing were destroyed by him and the wreckage of the crashed helicopter.

Buried together.

During the three years when Xing'er died, this pen was his only spiritual sustenance and almost integrated into his soul. Now that Xing'er is back, some habits can no longer be changed.

Mu Xing looked at the man with tears in her eyes, she really didn't understand.

The little uncle obviously misses her so much, why still refuses to acknowledge her until now.

Fu Lingxiao didn't hear Mu Xing speak again, and suddenly realized that he might have said the wrong thing, and hurriedly explained to her: "Yanyan, I didn't mean anything else, I just..."

But he was interrupted directly by Mu Xing: "You don't need to explain to me, it has nothing to do with me!"

There was a hint of anger in the cold voice.

Fu Lingxiao couldn't see clearly, but he could clearly feel that Xing'er was angry.

He raised his hand and caressed her delicate cheek, and the corners of his pale lips curved slightly, "Yanyan, are you jealous?"

Mu Xing turned away his face, "Why should I be jealous, who are you?"

He is jealous of himself, why is his baby so cute?

Fu Lingxiao pulled her angry little face back, locked her eyes with blurry eyes, and said word by word in a hoarse and weak voice: "Yanyan, let's officially date."

The tone is solemn and firm.

The man's eyes were dark and deep. After the coldness was gone, they only gave off a gentle and affectionate feeling.

His eyes flashed like stars, so beautiful that it was dazzling. Mu Xing was almost deceived by his affectionate eyes, and he clenched his hands to maintain his sanity.

"I refuse!"

She refused to use her identity as Gu Yan to be with her uncle!

She can't just forgive her little uncle!

The rejected man's expression instantly became lonely, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he asked her pitifully: "Yanyan, why did you reject me?"

"Don't ask me why, just reflect on yourself!"

Mu Xing couldn't stand his appearance at all, and was so soft-hearted that he left in a hurry after leaving such words.

If she keeps getting along with her little uncle, she will be exposed!

As soon as Mu Xing walked out of the ward, he saw Yuntuo guarding the door with a worried face and his brows almost knitted into a knot.

"Don't worry so much, your master is awake."

Mu Xing said softly.
Chapter completed!