Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Ji Mujue hugged her all the way to the sofa, and then slowly put down the Shangzhu clothes as if he was holding a piece of rare antique porcelain in the world, and then he did not let go of his arm around her, but Taking advantage of the opportunity, he sat on the sofa with her.

The tip of Shang Zhuyi's nose was surrounded by the familiar aura of Ji Mujue, and her heart softened. She raised her eyes gently, and the tenderness in her eyes was beyond sight; "Mujue..."

Ji Mujue lowered his head, rubbed the side of Shang Zhuyi's ear with his straight nose, and said in a low voice, "I'm here."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes slightly sideways, and asked with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Are you waiting for me?"

Hearing this, Shang Zhuyi's Lian suddenly became popular, and then subconsciously shook his head in denial: "That's... that's not it!"

How could Ji Mujue fail to see her duplicity, so he couldn't help chuckling, and then reached out to touch Shang Zhuyi's hair; "You look so cute when you lie with a guilty conscience."

However, Shang Zhuyi's shame did not allow her to enjoy Ji Mujue's admiration calmly. Her face seemed to turn redder, and she was about to bleed. Nonsense, I didn't!"

Ji Mujue's strong and straight body didn't even shake the fox fairy at all because of Shang Zhuyi's pushing and shoving. He smiled indulgently, then nodded helplessly, and said in compromise: "Okay, okay, if you say there is no, then there will be no."

Hearing his inappropriate compromise, Shang Zhuyi became even more annoyed, she folded her arms and turned her head, excitedly said: "Hmph, I won't wait for you, you and your 'boss Classmates, you can talk for as long as you want, I don’t care.”

After finishing speaking, before Ji Mujue pointed it out, Shang Zhuyi realized that what she said sounded really jealous, so she just faded some red cheeks, and blushed again.

Ji Mujue looked at the stupid and cute appearance of her throwing a stone at his foot, and felt as if he was scratched by a cat's tail, it was itchy and numb, so he couldn't help lowering his head, and slowly approached the piece of Shang Zhuyi Still nagging lips.

Sensing Ji Mujue's approach, Shang Zhuyi stiffened subconsciously, but she didn't escape, and closed her eyes nervously and expectantly.

Just when her heart rate was about to exceed [-], there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a series of anxious knocks on the door.

Hearing the sound, Ji Mujue frowned irritably, the atmosphere was disturbed, he couldn't proceed any further, so he had to beat the sofa angrily, then stood up reluctantly, frowned and walked out the door go.

When he opened the door, Ji Mujue saw a servant standing anxiously at the door, pointing his finger in the direction of the guest room, panting and saying: "Sir, no...it's not good, there was a sudden noise in Ms. Zhao's room just now." With a bang, we took the spare key and went in to check, and found her passed out in the room."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue's face suddenly darkened: "What?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to say hello to Shang Zhuyi, and ran to the guest room.

At this time, Ye Jing, who was sleeping in the next room, also heard the commotion outside, came out wearing a coat, rubbed her eyes and asked Shang Zhuyi who also came out to check the situation: "What's going on?"

Shang Zhuyi wrinkled and didn't repeat what the servant just said: "Let's go and have a look."

Hearing this, Ye Jing didn't complain any more, she nodded, and followed Shang Zhuyi to Zhao Qingjie's room.

Ji Mujue came to the room one step ahead of them, saw Zhao Qingjie who had been helped to the bed by the helper, frowned slightly, and immediately turned to tell the helper: "Go to the private doctor and let him work hard, come and have a look .”

The helper who received the order nodded without saying a word, then turned and walked out of the room to make a phone call.

At this moment, Shang Zhuyi and Ye Jing walked in slowly, and they didn't know who asked first; "How is she doing?"

Hearing the sound, Ji Mujue turned his face slightly, looked at them and shook his head: "I don't know, I can only wait for the doctor to come and have an examination."

If it was before, Ye Jing might have stepped forward to check it out, but now Zhao Qingjie's brain injury has not healed, this is not her professional field, so she didn't do anything unnecessary, just stood there quietly Waiting for the arrival of the private doctor.

The private doctor was very efficient. Although it was late, he rushed over as quickly as possible after receiving the call.

After doing a series of extrusion examinations, the doctor asked about Zhao Qingjie's injuries, and then he frowned and said; "Even if the patients with brain injuries have been cured, they are not able to withstand mental stimulation. Judging from her current symptoms, it should not be exacerbated by external factors, so there is only one possibility left, which is emotional and mental stimulation. In addition, Dr. Ye said that the patient was originally Suffering from long-term paroxysmal mental illness should also confirm my guess from the side."

Hearing this, Ji Mujue frowned tightly again.

At this moment, both Shang Zhuyi and Ye Jing cast doubtful eyes on him, and Ji Mujue pursed his lips helplessly, instead of responding directly to them, he looked at the doctor; "Is the situation serious?"

The doctor frowned and thought for a moment, then replied: "If this is the first time, then the situation is still manageable, but as the number of faints increases, the situation will become more serious and even life-threatening."

After hearing the doctor's explanation, the three awake people in the room were startled. Ye Jing couldn't hold her breath, and asked: "Then when will she wake up this time?"

Hearing this, the doctor still looked embarrassed: "I can't be sure about this, but it should not exceed 24 hours, but if it happens again in the future, the time may increase accordingly."

Ji Mujue pinched his eyebrows, and the irritability on his face was already very obvious.

When Zhao Qingjie was only in a bad state of mind before, they already had to give way to her everywhere. Now with this fatal brain injury, I am afraid that the future situation will only become more dire.

Naturally, Shang Zhuyi had already thought of this, and her eyes gradually darkened. After a long time, she took a deep breath and asked, "If mental stimulation is avoided as much as possible, how long will her injury last?" Can heal?"

The doctor thought for a while and said: "This specific situation varies from person to person, but most of them take half a month to three weeks."

Whether this time was long or short, Shang Zhuyi didn't know whether she should breathe a sigh of relief or be more depressed, so she could only purse the corners of her mouth with a complicated expression and stopped talking.

Ji Mujue's complexion was not much better than hers, but Ye Jing exploded directly: "What's going on?"

The doctor didn't understand the situation, and only thought they were worried about the patient's condition, so he waved his hands reassuringly: "But the situation may not necessarily turn into the worst, as long as the patient avoids high-intensity mental stimulation. gone."

However, his words did not make the faces of the three remaining people in the room clear, so the doctor rubbed the tip of his nose embarrassingly, and also felt the awkward and stagnant atmosphere in the air, so he coughed and stood up. Get up: "I'll go downstairs to prescribe medicine for the patient, you guys...discuss slowly."

After finishing speaking, the doctor walked towards the living room under the guidance of the servant.

After the doctor left, Ye Jing looked at Ji Mujue, then at Shang Zhuyi, and then had an expression of the sky falling down: "What should I do, is the water retrograde recently, or why the situation is getting more and more difficult gone?"

Hearing Ye Jing's nervous complaints, Shang Zhuyi stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder: "This is the end, we can only take one step at a time, Sister Jing, don't worry."

Seeing that Shang Zhuyi, the person involved, was so calm, Ye Jing also took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She wrinkled and didn't start her brain quickly, but after a while, she still returned without success. They could only reluctantly admit to Shang Zhuyi's plan, and now there was indeed nothing they could do in advance except take one step at a time.

Ji Mujue was silent for a long time, then turned around abruptly; "Go back and rest first, I will ask the helper to take care of me here."

Hearing this, Ye Jing's mouth twitched a few times, but in the end she couldn't say anything constructive, so she sighed resignedly, and then she didn't know who she was angry with. Anyway, she was a little angry He turned around and walked to his room.

Shang Zhuyi stood there for a while, took a deep look at Ji Mujue, and then left without saying a word.

That night, although Shang Zhuyi forced herself to lie down on the bed, she was thinking about it almost all night without sleep. She didn't sleep for a while until the east was pale, but it didn't last long. He was awakened by a nightmare again.

Shang Zhuyi sat up abruptly, letting the cold wind from outside the window blow her back that was already soaked in cold sweat, she was stunned for a long time, and seemed to barely regain her senses, she scratched her hair, looked Looking at the time, she knew that even if she lay back down again, she still had to face insomnia or nightmares, so she simply lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

However, as soon as she opened the door and went out, she found that she was not the only one who suffered from insomnia last night. She looked at Ji Mujue's desolate back and walked slowly to his side, her voice hoarse because of insomnia: "Mujue."

Hearing her voice, Ji Mujue's body froze first, and then slowly turned around.

Looking at the black and blue under Ji Mujue's eyes, Shang Zhuyi knew that what he expected was right, last night was probably more difficult for Ji Mujue than for her.

Shang Zhuyi felt distressed and raised his hand to touch his cheek; "It seems that you didn't sleep well either."