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Chapter 873

Two slender wounds were exposed.

Mu Shenjie's black eyes shook slightly, and he narrowed his voice terrifyingly, "What is this?"

There was still blood printed next to the wound, red and swollen, obviously not treated.

Ruan Muxi wanted to pull her hand back, "I accidentally cut it..."

"Is it wire again?" Mu Shenjie's face was already extremely gloomy and terrifying. He pressed the closing button and shouted at the driver in front of him, "Go to the hospital!"

The driver quickly started the car and left.

The three little ones climbed the steps with their backs facing each other.

He groaned, finally climbed up the steps and turned around.

Hey, where is the pulled car?

"The children are still here, I won't go to the hospital." Ruan Muxi was anxious and wanted to get off the car.

But the car was driving fast and couldn't get out.

"Say, how did you do it?" Mu Shenjie tried his best to keep his emotions calm.

If he couldn't see that these injuries were artificial, he would be really blind!

Ruan Muxi pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but just looked out the car window in a daze.

Mu Shenjie pushed her shoulder hard and forced her to face him, "I'm talking to you and answer!"

"Is it that important?" Ruan Muxi asked calmly.

Her eyes made Mu Shenjie feel his chest was so dull that he was about to explode. He touched her pale face, and his suppressed voice was hoarse, "Did you do it yourself?"

Ruan Muxi never spoke, and she didn't want to talk to the man in front of her.

What exactly did he want to know?

Is this injury important to him?

Yes, his body is controlled by him and cannot be damaged.

But she felt really uncomfortable. Only in this way can she feel more comfortable...

Ruan Muxi sat in the treatment room, and Song Yu was treating her wounds, saying, "These two wounds are flat, just like the wounds treated yesterday, they are scratched by a knife. The interval between new wounds will not be long."

Ruan Muxi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

When Song Yu applied anti-inflammatory drugs to her, he was even more unresponsive.

It was as if the arm had nothing to do with her.

Mu Shenjie winked at Song Yu and turned around and went out.

Song Yu guessed that it was not Mu Shen Jie who was the one who was the one who was the one who had done so, and he wouldn't have hurt Ruan Muxi like this.

After receiving the order passed by Mu Shenjie, Song Yu asked Ruan Muxi, "Your wound was obviously scratched by a knife, who did it?"

Ruan Muxi said, "Just bandage me."

"What if the reason is not found and you will be scratched again next time? This is a concern that a doctor should have."

Ruan Muxi hesitated for a while and said, "I made it myself."

Song Yu was surprised, "Why?"

Ruan Muxi said, "Every time Mu Shenjie touches me, I will cut my arm so that it will feel more comfortable."

“…where is it comfortable?”

"In the heart."

When Song Yu first saw Ruan Muxi's expression, he realized something was wrong. Now it has confirmed that he said, "You can't hurt yourself like this, you can use other methods to solve it. The death of a relative is sad, don't forget you

There are also children, for them, you must protect yourself!"

Ruan Muxi looked at the window. The sun was bright outside, but it pierced her eyes.

It seemed as if they had become a knife filled with cold light, passing through her neck.

"How can people like me be their mother? I am no longer qualified..."

When Song Yu faced this situation, he knew that it was useless to say it was verbally.

After the wound was treated, he said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and get some medicine for you." After going out, he said to Mu Shenjie, "Which knife she cut herself."

Mu Shenjie's black eyes suddenly tightened, "I?"

"Yes, she admitted that it was her own cut. Actually, before asking, I guessed this possibility. If it were someone else's actions, it wouldn't be such a regular wound." Song Yu looked solemn, "Mr. Mu, Ruan

There was something wrong with the lady’s psychology.”

Mu Shenjie's body was stiff and his face was extremely cold and hard. "Why did he have psychological problems? Is it because of Ruan Suqian's death?"


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