The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

The next morning, the dawn of the dawn shattered the still dark sky, and the outside was still a smog of smoke, and the entire B city was shrouded in a misty emptiness.

The weather is somewhat oppressive, and the depression has made people feel a sense of suffocation. Mu Ling’s poems are melancholy draped in such a bleak, rushing to the B City People’s Hospital through the smog of smoke.

According to the nurse's instructions, she quickly found Amo's ward.

Standing far away from the door, I saw that Amo was leaning against the bed. One hand was somewhat inconvenient to flip the documents on the legs.

Mu Ling Shi did not walk in, but slightly recovered his gaze, turned around, leaning against the cold wall behind him, holding the wall behind him, standing on one foot, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. The taut heart finally got liberated in an instant, worried about the whole night, rushing to the earliest plane in the early morning, just to see how he was.

Now that she was okay, she was relieved. She took a few breaths and glanced slightly at the person in the hospital bed. She lifted her hand and helped the sunglasses that fell slightly on her face, and turned to leave.

At this time, however, Amo in the ward had already discovered her -

"Poetry!"

Quickly put down the documents in his hands and propped up to get up. However, he just made a force, and it was a pain. The whole person was planted on the bed, and the pain was intensified. His whole face could not be suppressed. A painful pain, the documents on the side also fell to the ground.

Upon seeing it, Mu Ling’s poems took the footsteps and watched the deep breath to calm down the painful Amo. After a long struggle, he couldn’t bear it and walked over.

Before I came to the hospital bed, I stopped slowly and bent down to help him pick up the scattered documents.

"I am coming, you are sitting."

Amo saw her figure, the handsome face was a little smile, and she quickly got out of bed.

"Lie's lie down, I will come."

Mu Ling Shi Lili cleaned up the documents, and went to the bedside table on the side. When he looked at him, he gently unplugged his large sunglasses to reveal a pair of tired and slightly red eyes.

"I just came over and saw that you are fine."

Her voice is also a bit hoarse, and the entangled mind is a bit complicated, and even she can't tell her feelings.

It is undeniable that after talking to the summer night that day, the quiet glimpse of her heart was somewhat relieved, and the door of the heart city that she was forced to close was faintly loose.

Ten thousand years is too long, only fight for the day, no longer love, we must be old, be brave to love...

But she...

They used to love each other very much. At that time, the love was very simple, but it was also unforgettable that she could not forget.

"Poetry, I have been waiting for you, no matter how long, I have been waiting, until you let go, I don't believe, we have no way to return to the past."

Looking at the eyes that looked down, the look of a lonely face, Amo, who had never said anything to listen to, was so open, and the black scorpion was filled with a deep affection for a long time, quietly watching Mu Ling poetry.

However, Mu Ling’s poem is just a glimpse, and he did not speak. He looked down at the sunglasses in his hand.

She doesn't know what she can say...

"When the car hit last night, I suddenly hoped that my face would be marked with a few deep indelible scars, so there is nothing good, if this can make you no longer have any pressure. Going back to my arms, I willingly accept it."

Amo was determined to look at Mu Ling's poem, very calmly said.

And his sensible words are also to make Mu Ling's poems instantly shocked, and the pain in the bottom of my heart burst into the air, only to look up at him, hoarse voice, "What are you talking about?"

"Not a nonsense, poetry, then I really thought so...you and the young master are the people I want to protect the most. As long as you are good, I don't care."

Amo rarely mentions these things with whom, and with many years of admiration, the brothers are the same temper, and rarely reveal their own thoughts to whom.

"I told you earlier, I don't care...so if you still can't open it, I will still be willing to wait."

Amo's tone is very low, but there is also an unspeakable resoluteness.

"I know that you are not only because of the scar on your face, but also because of Ling Tian, ​​thinking that we are killing his murderer... Maybe so, we should not be happy, you are repenting, you are following Ling Tian repents..."

For Mu Lingshi, I am afraid that no one knows better than Amo. Her heart is also understandable.

Therefore, Amo said the thoughts of Mu Ling’s poetry in his heart, and Mu Ling’s poems are not strange—they are very familiar with each other.

"But the car accident is really just an accident. We don't need to confess. Some things can't be avoided. Is it because of this thing, have we been living in such a shadow?"

"The one who lives under greater pressure is the young master, except for the departure of Ling Tian, ​​and us..."

Amo’s sighs were introduced into the ears of Mu Ling’s poems, and Mu Ling’s poems suddenly burst into the air. “Qi Feng and Gu Lingsha are probably not dead, and the young master even suspected this accident, maybe it’s no coincidence... ..."

The words fell, and the glory in the eyes of Mu Ling’s poetry began to falter. “What you mean is that the people of Qi or the ancient family deliberately...”

"Do not rule out this possibility."

......

Amo’s voice fell for a long time, and Mu Ling’s poems shimmered a few times. The hands that fell on his side were tightened, and he took a few deep breaths. It seemed like a sudden determination. Huo Ran was determined to look at Amo. With a firm look, Amo also subconsciously grasped the sheets underneath.

"When you return to Z City, I will move directly to your villa..."

Mu Ling poetry fell in such a sentence, only she knew how much struggle and effort she needed to make.

And her voice fell, and Amo’s silent voice was shining like a star in an instant. Some of them looked at her incredulously, thinking that they had got it wrong, and they confirmed, “Poetry, what have you just said?”

"I said that I will move to you right away. If you are wronged, you will be in charge of the meal and take me."

Mu Lingshi also answered the question simply and neatly.

Since I can shoot the big brother, who knows if someone will shoot with them?

After all, they were the ones who chased the people in the past, and they also strongly endorsed the pursuit of chasing orders.

If there is anything, let's take it together.