Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

If he hadn't saved him just now, if he hadn't been seriously injured and unable to do anything now, Shen Yu would have stepped forward and kicked the man twice. Although the situation had barely stabilized, the casualties had already been caused.

For Shen Yu, this was an extremely heavy psychological burden.

He endured the discomfort that was almost torn apart, and mocked coldly, "I didn't lose half of my life, so I can't help her Thorne. This is indeed a pity for Mr. Mo."

"Regrettably, it is true," Mo Shichen said in a low voice with a slight smile on his lips, "but I will always find a way."

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After the terrorist attack in the hospital was completely cleared up by the police, and it was confirmed that it could be operated normally and entered and exited, it was already three hours later. During these hours, she had neither received news from Shen Yu nor received any information about it. Mo Shichen's news, the whole person was so anxious that he was almost in a state of madness.

At that time, Wen Hanye had already received the news and rushed over to stand by. Although he frowned from time to time, he always maintained a calm posture and invisibly comforted Wen Yi.

As soon as the cordon was opened, Wen Yi rushed in recklessly.

She called Mo Shichen countless times, but he didn't answer, and she called Shen Yu, but Shen Yu didn't answer.

She went straight to Shen Yu's ward, although she also knew that he might not be there after such a chaotic incident, but as soon as she pushed the door of the ward open, Shen Yu raised his head when he heard the movement.

Wen Yi heaved a sigh of relief, laying his head on the door frame, his whole body was limp.

If Shen Yu is fine, Mo Shichen should be fine too. A person like him shouldn't let something happen to him, especially if it's just for other people's sake.

Wen Hanye followed behind Wen Yi. He looked down at his sister and walked over, "Are you alright?"

Shen Yu looked past Wen Hanye and landed on Wen Yi, and said calmly, "It wasn't me who had the accident."

Wen Hanye raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Wen Yi froze for an instant.

After a few seconds of dead silence in the ward, it was Wen Hanye who asked, "Mo Shichen... something happened?"

Shen Yu had no expression on his face, "I was shot, and I should still be in the operating room."

Wen Yi's hands and feet became cold, her fingers curled up and tightened, her nails sank into her palms, and she immediately felt an extremely sticky touch. She was dazed for a while before she realized it, turned around and left.

Wen Hanye glanced at his younger sister's figure, then at Shen Yu who was on the hospital bed, "I'll go with Yi'er first, and come over later."

"Um."

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Wen Yi only knew the direction of the operating room after asking the nurse.

In just a few days, this was the second time she had faced such a situation. When she passed by, Mo Shichen's bodyguard was waiting outside. Seeing her coming, he lowered his head and called out, "Miss Wen."

"How is he?"

The bodyguard looked up at her, then lowered his head again, "The bullet is very close to the heart, and we are trying our best to rescue it. I have notified Kang Ding, and Kang Ding has already told the second son... The second son has contacted the best doctor and will see you soon." Come on, Miss Wen Don't worry too much. "

Wen Yi's head was spinning, and her nerves were either tense or in a state of ups and downs all day long, and her steps were vain, "Why did he... get shot?"

"It's my lack of protection, Miss Wen, I'm sorry."

At this point, what's the point of talking about weak protection, Wen Yi took a few steps back, sat down on the chair, then slowly bent down, and buried her face in her palm.

I don't know how long it took, and put a hand on her shoulder, "Yi'er, it's going to be fine, don't worry about it." At this moment, no amount of comfort would be enough, and how could Wen Hanye not understand, but the language No matter how pale, talking is better than nothing, "He is very lucky. He survived the plane crash, so nothing will happen this time."

Wen Yi held Wen Hanye's extended wrist, and leaned her head against it.

"elder brother."

"exist."

"I'm scared."

"He won't die. Think about it, what kind of person is Mr. Mo? For making wedding dresses for others, he will turn into a ghost after he dies."

Her voice was a little wooden, "If he dies, what will I do in the future."

It's too heavy, this kind of debt is really too heavy, it's more desperate than his plane crash back then, even then, she couldn't help thinking over and over again, if she hadn't lost her temper with him, it would have made her more desperate. He chased him to Lancheng, wouldn't he get on the plane that crashed him?

Every inch of her body seemed to be cold.

"No, you have to believe that he will not let such a thing happen."

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When Mo Shichen woke up, half a day, night and day had passed. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside was still dark, but the setting sun was approaching, and it was getting dark.

The pain, the heart-piercing pain, pulled every nerve in him, making him gasp even when he breathed.

Are you alive?

It was very quiet in the ward.

In this pain and silence, Mo Shichen inadvertently remembered what someone once said. In this world, he is really a lonely person. If he dies, there may be spectators who feel sorry for him, but there are very few people who are truly sad.

His consciousness is obviously very vague, but at the same time, there is a strange clarity, which makes him feel that there is a second person in this room.

Turning his head with difficulty, he saw a head lying beside his hand.

She has black hair, which looks very soft, so he reached out and touched it vigorously.

Wen Yi woke up with a start, and sat up straight suddenly.

The four eyes are facing each other.

She looked at his weak and bloodless face, and his dark but smiling eyes.

She wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that it was blocked, so she slowed down and said, "You're awake."

"Are you waiting for me to wake up?"

Wen Yi didn't speak, and when she closed and opened her eyes, tears flowed out. She didn't wipe them, but just lowered her head.

He laughed, his voice was much lower and hoarse than before, so vague that there was an illusion of pampering, "You cry as soon as I wake up, why don't you want to see me so much?"

"happy."

"Afraid of my death?"

"I'm afraid I'm really going to be a widow."

If he really died, this guilt would be enough to weigh her down for the rest of her life. She would never think about getting married again. Sometimes she was afraid, and she blamed him as well as herself.

He slowly stretched out his hand to pinch her other hand placed beside the bed, "No, I don't want to."

Although there were tears on her face, her voice was still clear, but much lower than usual, "Thank you, Mo Shichen."

He raised his lips, although his face was pale, but it didn't affect his indecency, "Thank you, do you want to promise me with your body?"

Wen Yi looked at him, pursed her lips and said, "Can you be rewarded for your unrequited efforts? You will be rewarded for your kindness, right?"