Chapter 171 Inch Cone Heart

Mu Beiting said in a muffled voice, "I'm not good."

She picked up the script and glanced at him lightly: "A man promises money."

Mu Beiting's handsome face suddenly collapsed, his thin lips were pursed slightly, and his eyes were slightly lowered, but his handsome face was still red.

At that moment, Su Xiangwan couldn't bear it.

But after thinking about it, it is better to draw the boundaries clearly.

In her previous life, Song Ziming treated her well, but after ten years of marriage, in the end, she was sincerely wrong.

She was disfigured and finally buried in a sea of ​​flames.

There is still some truth in this world.

How long can the so-called love last?

This man was so different from what he remembered that it disrupted her plan.

But in the previous life, the pain of the burning fire pierced the heart inch by inch.

It was as if at this moment, the billowing thick smoke and tongues of fire were still devouring her flesh.

Pain, indescribable pain.

Every inch of skin, every inch of flesh and blood was scorched little by little.

"Night night... late night..."

Sensing that she was wrong, Mu Beiting spoke in a low voice, and grabbed her big hand a little harder.

"Eh... um?"

Pulled from his thoughts by the pain in his hand, Su Xiangwan turned to look at him, his eyes still a little blurred.

Mu Beiting's heart choked, his throat tightened.

She must not know how red her eyes are at this moment, with watery light, forbearance and pain.

"What's wrong?" He lifted her chin lightly, looking directly at her with his dark eyes.

Su Xiangwan squeezed out an ugly smile: "It's okay, a nightmare."

He didn't speak, but he could see that she was hiding something.

Gently took his big hand away, not wanting to continue the topic: "I'll pour you some medicine, and you drink another fever-reducing drink."

Mu Beiting didn't force it, but just looked at her leaving back with deep eyes.

People are awake, where is the nightmare?

Su Xiangwan came back with the medicine and water, walked to the bed, and sat on the bed with one leg: "Take the medicine."

Just as the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

The two looked up at the same time.

A few seconds later, there was another knock on the door, but no one spoke.

Su Xiangwan put the water glass and medicine on the bedside, turned and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, he was slightly startled, and then smiled half-smile.

Han Jiaqing, who had changed into a beige dress, had her hair loose, wearing a hairpin, and holding a plate of cut fruits in her hand, which was crystal clear. It can be seen that he is very attentive.

"Master, Rong Ma said that you are sick, let me come and see you." Han Jiaqing said cautiously.

Su Xiangwan chuckled, turned to Mu Beiting and said, "Since someone is taking care of you, I'll go back and rest first."

Immediately, she turned around and took the script, and left the guest room without looking back.

Everything was so fast that it only took a few seconds for her to disappear in the room.

Seeing her leave without looking back, Mu Beiting felt restless in his heart.

Han Jiaqing secretly rejoiced, counting her as a flattery!

Walking into the guest room with fruit in his hand, he glanced at the man on the bed.

His hair was a little messy, but he still looked so stern and aggressive.

Han Jiaqing's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were shy and charming.

"Young master, eat more fruit when you are sick, so that you can recover soon..."

"roll."

Before she could walk in, Mu Beiting spoke impatiently.

Han Jiaqing paused, a little hurt: "Master..."

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes to cover the darkness in his eyes: "Don't make me say it a second time."

Han Jiaqing's heart trembled slightly, she put down the fruit, knelt on the floor beside the bed, choked up and said, "Master, did Jiaqing make you angry, Jiaqing is just worried about you..."