"Xin'er..." A strong arm was suddenly wrapped around her waist, and a faint breath of mint fell on Wen Wen's ears along with his inaudible call. Her watery eyes were like those in summer.
Blinking like a firefly, I wonder if that voice really came from the mouth of the man next to me.
Mo Sijue held Wenxin in his arms, stood two steps away, looked down at the charming man in front of him, then nodded to him, hugged Wenxin and walked away.
Sometimes men only need eye contact, but Wen Wen doesn't understand.
Ren stood in the wind, watching the two figures, one tall and one short, disappear, and a desolate black shadow cast under the moonlight. Somewhere in his heart was also affected by a certain woman...
The car drove all the way to Rose Manor. The two of them were speechless all the way. Twenty extended RVs followed behind, enjoying the unique treatment warmly. It was still incredible.
Mo Sijue took good care of her. He held her hand and walked upstairs when he got off the car. Tonight, it was a perfect ending.
In the corridor of the retro-style room, there were several doctors in white coats standing. When Mosijue pushed Wenxin into the room, they also came in after him.
"Stretch out your left hand!" Mo Sijue kept holding her right hand, and when he shook it off, he suddenly stretched out his other hand.
"What are you doing?" Wen Xin looked at the few more figures in the room. Some little girls hid their hands behind their backs in fear and backed away slightly.
"Are you stupid?" Mo Sijue easily pulled her back and knocked her head rudely with one hand, "Remove the scar on your hand!"
He will definitely fulfill what he promised her before! The injury on Wen Xin's hand has healed, but the delicate scar is winding and winding, which is visible in his eyes and in his heart.
Mo Sijue waved his hand and pushed Wenxin down on the sofa. Two maids had already stepped forward to tie her up. Before she could shrink her hands, the doctor had already squatted in front of her.
Mo Sijue chatted a few words with the tall doctor in English, then covered his warm eyes with one hand, comforting her coaxingly, "It doesn't hurt, you'll be fine soon!"
Wen Xin felt that it was unnecessary. Broken Palm was not an exaggeration for her. The body she had now was unhealthy, so how could she care about a small scar?
But Mo Sijue didn't give her a chance to resist. She only felt a pain in her palms. Anesthesia was injected into her body. When she opened her eyes again, her palms were smooth and flat.
She was the only one left in the room, lying on the comfortable big bed, staring at the palm of her hand warmly and carefully. The suturing operation was very good, but no matter how advanced the medical science was, it still could not make up for this shortcoming.
The shallow traces still exist, just like the wounds in her heart. At this moment, she resents Wen Suxin and hates Yin Yunxuan!
Her vague tolerance does not mean that she is easy to bully. Yin Yunxuan took away her only mother. Should she also get something from her?
Wen Xin was so absorbed in staring at her hand that she didn't notice the figure getting closer and closer to her, but the seductive manly smell got into her nostrils first.
After taking a shower, Mo Sijue came out wearing a bathrobe and saw her in a daze. He jumped on the bed and patted her hand, "They say hands are a woman's second face. They can't be too ugly, you know?"
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"You really understand women..." Wenxin withdrew his hand without looking away and said angrily.
Mo Sijue chuckled, then threw the towel in his hand to her, "Help me wipe my hair!"