Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Water slipped from her mouth and wet her skirt.

But she didn't seem to notice it, she was still sitting there motionless, her eyes seemed to have lost all brilliance, and she was staring ahead without any focal length.

With Jiang Muyu's appearance, there was an aura of despair and helplessness all over his body, which was completely impossible to ignore.

"Xiao Yi, can you drink some water?"

Huo Beicheng closed his eyes, took a towel to wipe off the falling water for her, his voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.

His tone was all pleading, and the hand holding the towel was tight and tight.

"...It's all my fault. You have nothing to do with it. Can you drink some water? Just one sip, okay?"

Huo Beicheng looked at her pale face with distress, and now he wished he could suffer instead of her.

There was no movement, Jiang Muyu has neither eaten nor drank anything since she woke up, her whole soul seems to be imprisoned in other places, in front of her is just a lifeless shell.

He used all methods, and even tried to force her to feed her something...

But it's useless!
Her face was pale all the time, her body was limp on the bed, her eyes were empty and hopeless.

Huo Beicheng looked at her, and tried to bring the water to her lips again, but only got the same reaction...no response.

"Xiaoyi, you can beat me and scold me, but don't abuse yourself."

Seeing her like this, he couldn't restrain the feeling of powerlessness in his heart.

This situation has been going on for two days now, if it is not maintained by hanging saline, it is estimated that Jiang Muyu, who has just undergone surgery and has been in a coma for such a long time, would not be able to hold on long ago.

But in just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.

The chin, which was already somewhat round, has now become pointed. The wide hospital gown is on her body, and her surprisingly thin figure can be seen even when the wind blows.

Huo Beicheng stayed close to him every day, and his beard had grown a lot on his face, so he completely ignored it.

Countless people came to see her, but Jiang Muyu didn't seem to have any consciousness at all, just lying on the bed in a daze, her eyes blank and dull.

……

"Why is that?"

When Lian Xiaoyue and Lu Jiaqi came together, seeing the man carefully trying to feed Jiang Muyu several times, a soreness welled up in her eyes.

Such a proud Young Master Huo, now... It seems that he can't find a trace of his past in that man.

"Will Mu Yu continue like this..."

die?
For the last word, Lu Jiaqi moved her lips, but didn't say it out of her mouth.

Not eating or drinking like this, lying on the bed as if there is no soul at all, so weak that it seems that he will disappear from this world at any time.

The atmosphere around her once made Lu Jiaqi have such an illusion.

Lian Xiaoyue: "...No."

Really not?
Lian Xiaoyue's eyes were slightly in a daze, looking at the face that was very similar to her, but now she was so thin that she almost lost her shape, and her cheeks that were originally fleshy were also sunken.

The whole person made her feel so strange...

The words were spoken, but she couldn't help but question herself in her heart.

Lu Jiaqi turned over and leaned against the wall. Tears were streaming down her face. In just a few days, she could see that baby Mu Yu was losing weight a little bit every day. How long can she hold on like this?