Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 781

If it wasn’t that he had just rescued him, if it wasn’t that he was seriously injured in bed and couldn’t do anything, Shen Yu would have to step forward and kick the man’s feet. Although the situation barely stabilized, the death and injury had already been caused.

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

He endured the discomfort of his body that was almost torn, and said coldly, “I didn’t get rid of the half-life, and she couldn’t cut her. This is indeed a pity for Young Master Mo.”

“Regret, it is,” Mo Shichen said with a faint smile on his lips, “but I will always have a way.”

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After the terrorist attack in the hospital was completely cleaned up by the police and confirmed that it could operate normally and get in and out, it was already three hours later. During these few hours, she neither received nor received any news from Shen Yu. With the news of Mo Shichen, the whole person was almost mad with anxiety.

At that time, Wen Hanye had already received the news and rushed over to guard him. Although he had also wrinkled his eyebrows from time to time, he still maintained a calm posture, invisibly comforting Wen Yi.

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

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

She went straight to Shen Yu’s ward. Although she knew that he might no longer be there after such a messy incident, as soon as she pushed the door of the ward, Shen Yu also raised her head when she heard the movement.

Wen Yi let out a sigh of relief, his head lying on the door frame, his whole body limp.

If Shen Yu is okay, Mo Shichen shouldn’t be okay, he shouldn’t let himself happen to him, especially for others.

Wen Hanye followed Wen Yi, he looked down at his sister, raised his foot and walked over, “Are you okay?”

Shen Yu’s gaze crossed Wen Hanye, fell on Wen Yi’s body, and said slowly, “It’s not me who had the problem.”

Wen Hanye raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

Wen Yi froze in an instant.

There was dead silence in the ward for a few seconds, or Wen Hanye asked, “Mo Shichen… something happened?”

There was no expression on Shen Yu’s face, “Having been shot, he should still be in the operating room now.”

Wen Yi’s hands and feet became cold, her fingers curled up and tightened, her nails fell into her palms, and she felt an extremely sticky touch. It took a while for her to react, and she turned and left.

Wen Hanye glanced at his sister’s figure, then looked at Shen Yu on the hospital bed, “I’ll go with Yi’er first, and come over later.”

“Ok.”

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Wen Yi asked the nurse before he knew the direction of the operating room.

In just a few days, this is the second time she has faced such a situation. When she passed by, Mo Shichen’s bodyguard was waiting outside. Seeing her coming, he hurriedly lowered his head and called, “Miss Wen.”

“How is he?”

The bodyguard looked up at her, then lowered his head, “The bullet is very close to the heart, and I am trying my best to rescue him. I notified Kang Ding. Kang Ding has already told the second son… The second son has contacted the best doctor and will meet soon. Here, Miss Wen…Don’t worry too much.”

Wen Yi’s head was turning. Her nerves were either tense or in a state of ups and downs during the last few hours today. Her steps were all vain. “Why was he… shot?”

“It’s my poor protection, Miss Wen, I’m sorry.”

At this point, what is the meaning of weak protection, Wen Yi stepped back a few steps, sat down on the chair, then slowly bent down, buried his face in his palm.

I don’t know how long it took, and put a hand on her shoulder, “Yi’er, nothing will happen, don’t worry.” At this time, no matter how much comfort it is, Wen Hanye can’t understand it, but the language No matter how pale, there is always better than nothing, “He is very fate, he survived the plane crash, and nothing will happen this time.”

Wen Yi held Wen Hanye’s stretched wrist and leaned his head up.

“brother.”

“in.”

“I’m scared.”

“He won’t die, think about what kind of person Mr. Mo is like, doing things like wedding dresses for others, he died so much that he became a demon.”

There was a hint of wood in her voice, “If he dies, what will I do later.”

It’s too heavy. Such a debt is really too heavy and too heavy. It’s more desperate than his original plane crash. Even then, she couldn’t help but think over and over again, if it weren’t for her to have a temper with him, let her He chased to Lancheng, would he never get on the plane that crashed him?

Every inch of her body seemed to be cold.

“No, you have to believe that he won’t let this happen.”

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When Mo Shichen woke up, half a day and a night had passed. He opened his eyes. The sky outside hadn’t darkened yet, but the sunset was approaching and it was getting dark.

The pain, the piercing pain, pulled every nerve in him, causing him to breathe out.

Are you alive?

The ward was very quiet.

In this pain and silence, Mo Shichen inadvertently remembered what someone had said before. In this world, he is really a lonely person. If he dies, there may be spectators who regret it, but there are very few who are truly sad.

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

Turning his head hard, he saw a head lying next to him.

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

Wen Yi woke up immediately, and suddenly sat upright.

Four eyes face each other.

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

She wanted to speak, her throat was so dry and blocked, so she slowly said, “You are awake.”

“Are you waiting for me to wake up?”

Wen Yi didn’t speak. As soon as she closed her eyes and opened her eyes, tears flowed out. She didn’t wipe it, just lowered her head.

He laughed, his voice was much lower and dumb than before, so vaguely that there was an illusion of spoiling, “You cry as soon as I wake up, so don’t you want to see me?”

“Happy.”

“Afraid of me dying?”

“I’m afraid I will really be a widow.”

He is really going to die, this guilt is enough to hold her for a lifetime, and she doesn’t want to marry anymore. Sometimes she is afraid, and she blames him and herself.

He slowly stretched out his hand and squeezed her other hand by the bed, “No, I can’t bear it.”

Although there were tears on her face, her voice was still clear, but it was much lower than usual, “Mo Shichen, thank you.”

He lifted his lips. Although his face was pale, it didn’t affect the a little seriousness. “Thank you, do you agree with your body?”

Wen Yi looked at him, pursing his lips, “How can you be paid if you have said that you have no merit? You must be rewarded for kindness, right?”

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