Mu Wei pushed open the door of the ward and saw Han Youxue falling to the ground. He wanted to stand up with one hand several times, but his ribs hurt and the wound that had just healed on his knees cracked again.

The blood dyed the gauze red and rubbed against the floor, which was very dazzling.

Han Youxue lay on the ground, thinking that the nurse was coming, but he couldn't come up to help for a long time. He was so angry that he couldn't help but roar, "Are you blind? I don't know how to help me!"

Mu Wei stood beside him and pulled a stool to sit down. "I'm not very capable, so why should I help you? If you have the ability, stand up by yourself!"

Indifferent with a slightly angry voice, his tone was full of provocation and contempt.

It is a familiar way of opening Han Youxue.

Han Youxue gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. He could move just now, but the pain was not so clear.

But since Mu Wei spoke, he felt his arms, chest, legs and burning pain.

The broken wound was painful after tearing.

In the end, he didn't even have the strength to struggle and simply lay on the ground.

"Why are you here again?" Han Youxue gasped, his voice full of impatientness, and he let the cold sweat flow.

He looked sideways and saw only a pair of clean and shiny black leather boots.

"Do you hope I won't come? It's so good to bet?" Mu Wei reached out and pressed the call bell.

Han Youxue closed his eyes, and a curl of his pale mouth curled up. "A little bit of medical expenses, are you? "

The doctor gave Han Youxue a second treatment and warned him not to move around for half a month.

Mu Wei asked the hospital to add another nursing staff to him and had to stare at him for twenty-four hours.

*

Fengming Lake.

Fu Ling, Zhang Fan, and Chen Shengming came to celebrate Christmas uninvitedly.

Pei Zheng had a gloomy face all afternoon.

When playing chess, one-on-three also made several people lose their way.

Zhang Fan stared at the chessboard, touched his chin, and said, "San Master, did you deliberately give in to your wife when you played chess that day?"

Otherwise, why did all three of them lose to him?

Mu Wei doesn't look like a smart person, even Pei Zheng can win.

Pei Zheng glanced at them and said with a look at the waste: "I can't go, you are all too useless."

Zhang Fan: “…”

Chen Shengming: "..."

Fu Ling: "Madam? Are you married?"

"Yes! Flash marriage..." Zhang Fan said halfway, and saw Pei Zheng looking at him with a chilly look, and immediately shut up.

Fu Ling never dreamed that Pei Zheng would get married in a flash.

Let’s get married in a flash!

They came for a long time, but they didn't see where his flash marriage partner was.

Seeing that Pei Zheng didn't say anything, Fu Ling didn't dare to ask more questions.

Zhang Fan and Chen Shengming looked at each other and prepared to leave.

Pei Zheng obviously was in a bad mood.

Don't celebrate Halloween on Christmas.

Just as they stood up and were about to leave, they heard the sound of the car engine outside the door.

A moment later, a girl in a black windbreaker jumped into everyone's sight.

Because of the heavy snow outside, there were still snowflakes on her hair.

He is tall, fair-skinned, delicate facial features, and a winter cold between his eyebrows and eyes.

She took off her coat at the door, wearing a simple gray sweater and loose casual pants, looking a little cool.

Mu Wei looked up and saw several pairs of eyes staring at her.

She walked in the door wearing slippers and said, "What's wrong, I have something on my face?"

Zhang Fan and Chen Shengming looked away. They had seen Mu Wei for a long time, so they felt that she was just like that. Apart from being beautiful and having a little cold temperament, they had no advantages.

It’s okay to have fun with friends, but she doesn’t seem to be worthy of Pei Zheng.

"Why are you back so late?" Pei Zheng asked expressionlessly.

Mu Wei took out his cell phone and looked at it, "It's not too late at 8:30, it's not too late!"

Pei Zheng: "..."

Zhang Fan: “…”

Chen Shengming: "..."

Dare to directly confront the third master?

Zhang Fan couldn't help but wail for her.

Little girl, you're dead.

Pei Zheng frowned slightly and looked at the clock on the wall. It was indeed not past nine o'clock.

"Where did you go today?" Pei Zheng asked again.

Mu Wei smiled at her indifferently, "Do you want to know?"

Pei Zheng stood up from the sofa, his tall figure felt very oppressive, and his face was full of affirmation.

But Mu Wei didn't feel his anger and smiled happily: "Don't tell!"

She looked at everyone present and said, "You can do whatever you want, I'll go back to the room first."

Zhang Fan quietly wiped his face and said that he had seen nothing.

Chen Shengming rubbed his eyes and then rubbed his ears. He was deaf and blind.

Fu Ling stared at Mu Wei's back and his face turned leisurely and cold.

"You are not leaving yet, are you going to spend the night with me?" Pei Zheng looked at the three of them.

Zhang Fan was the first to stand up and smiled and said, "Let's go! We still have important things!"

"Ah yes! There is a dinner party in the evening, hurry up, no matter how late it is, it will be too late." Chen Shengming chased Zhang Fan and left.

Only Fu Ling stood beside Pei Zheng and whispered a few words in his ear.

Pei Zheng's originally gloomy face suddenly became cold as ice.

Is this what she is marrying him?

*

Mu Wei lay in the bathroom, recalling what had happened in the past few days.

Pei Zheng was injured during the trade fair. Although the treatment was almost done, it left behind sequelae.

On Christmas Eve night, she stole what Xuanyuan Ming needed.

On Christmas night, heavy snow was falling, and an explosion occurred in the villa where Pei Zheng was recuperating.

Although he didn't know who the murderer was, the explosion destroyed the villa. In order to protect him, his personal guards were killed and injured.

Now Mu Wei instinctively thought that the casualties and injuries might be A Yuan and Zhao Qing.

In this house, no one will stand up to protect Pei Zheng.

Take a shower.

Mu Wei changed into a small black suit, which was very formal, paired with a long black knee-length trench coat.

She was about to go around and put out the storm of the night in the cradle.

Zhao Qing came to knock on the door.

Mu Wei opened the door and looked at Zhao Qing, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Young Master asked you to go to his study!"

Mu Wei put down her coat, put on her leather boots and pushed open the door of Pei Zheng’s study.

In her previous life, she entered this room.

It seems like an ordinary study, but it has many mechanisms.

In her previous life, she almost died in theft on Christmas Eve.

Mu Wei stood at the door and looked at Pei Zheng sitting in front of the rosewood table.

His facial features were hidden behind the dim desk lamp, with a majestic and cold temperament, with irresistible pressure.

"Is there anything to ask me for?" Mu Wei put one hand into her pocket.

"Come in and talk!" Pei Zheng's voice was low and hoarse.

He seemed to be angry...

Mu Wei entered the door, walked towards him, and stood firm three meters away from him.

Pei Zheng's eyes were microns, "Get closer!"

Mu Wei walked towards him, walked around his desk, and stood beside his chair.

Very close, the two are only a few centimeters away.

Pei Zheng sat, she stood, "What do you say!"
Chapter completed!