I like you, my nature is hard to change

Chapter281
Fu Qingyuan nodded, got up and straightened the wrinkles on the suit, and sent Wensheng the dog to the door of the ward.

"Mr. Fu."

"Mr. Fu."

The black fox and white fox waiting at the door of the ward saw Fu Qingyuan, shouted, and then left behind the old man.

In the empty ward, Mo Zishu was lying on the hospital bed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but she didn't open her eyes, and she became calm again after a while.

Fu Qingyuan returned to the ward and continued to stay by Mo Zishu's side.

In the endless darkness, a figure with bare feet was running in it. She seemed to be chasing something, with one hand stretched forward, but there was nothing in front of her, only darkness.

"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng, wait for me, Xiaomeng." The speed of the figure accelerated and became more urgent, with impatience in his voice.

The darkness seemed to be flowing, and the shouting accompanied by the figure stopped, followed by a blinding light.

"Don't tell me, damn it, a person who is going to die has such a strict mouth." A man with a rough appearance and a big figure cursed viciously with an iron iron in his hand. A thin figure covered in blood on the wooden frame.

"Continue." A man sitting on a chair next to him blankly looked up at the figure on the wooden shelf, uttered two cruel words, and then continued to look down at the book in his hand.

"Okay, since you can't pry it out, then suffer from my torture." The tall man smiled evilly, holding an iron in his hand and grilling it in the hot flames, and then slowly walked up to the thin figure. around.

"Ah~~" A scream came out from the thin figure's mouth, her blood-stained face was raised high, her eyes were ferocious, her voice was rough and sharp, and it was impossible to tell whether she was a female voice or a male voice.

Hearing the screams, the man smiled deeper, his eyes glistened with bloodthirsty light, and then pressed the branding iron in his hand on the figure's exposed skin more fiercely and deeply.

The scarlet soldering iron made a "sizzling" sound on the blood-stained skin, just like roasting meat.

"Listen, how beautiful your screams are, but it's a pity, you have a small body and you haven't been tossing around for long, and you have a heart problem, what a pity." He threw it on the ground, he needs to choose a new punishment tool.

With the removal of the soldering iron, the person who was nailed to the wooden frame slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Every breath of her breath involved the wounds all over her body, reaching the brain, and the most painful part was the heart. She was about to die, her heart couldn't hold on anymore.

And under the wooden frame was a pool of dark purple blood, some of which had froze.

"Hey, the leather whip is pretty good, and light." The man picked out a one-meter-long leather whip made of soft cowhide from a table of torture tools.

He whipped in the air, and the quiet atmosphere seemed to be pierced by this loud whip that made his body tremble.

"It's not interesting just like this, it's better to dip it in salt water." The man's leather whip was soaked in a bucket of salt water, and then he pulled it out and fell hard on the figure on the wooden frame.

Maybe it was because the power of the whip was not as powerful as that of the soldering iron. The person on the wooden frame didn't scream, but a closer look revealed that her whole body was shaking.

She couldn't count how many whips fell on her body. There was salt water on each whip, which deeply stimulated every wound on her scarred body, like biting ants Looking at the rotten meat and rotten meat, they plundered fiercely.

"The mouth is so strict. I want to see what he is made of. He is so tolerant." Seeing that all the methods were useless to the man on the wooden frame, the man threw the whip on the ground in a moment of annoyance, and walked away. Sit down next to the sitting man.

"Do you have any good ideas?" The man asked the person beside him as soon as he sat down.

The man's complexion was pale, his expression was leisurely, and his whole body was full of a scholarly atmosphere that was incompatible with this bloody and heavy environment. He was holding a heavy book in his hand, flipping through it by himself, and sometimes even fingering line by line on the article.

"What can I do? Just dig out her heart and take a look." The man said in a flat tone, with a seamless cold air in it, as if he was talking about something easy Things that make people tremble uncontrollably.

"The higher-ups didn't say they would kill her. We can't take risks." The tall man quickly denied what the man said, shaking his head hastily. If the people above knew that they had such thoughts, they would definitely be pulled out. What's more, they didn't really want to pry something out of this girl's mouth when they kidnapped this girl, but to attract S.

Hearing what the man said, the man didn't speak again, and continued to read the book in his hand.

The people on the wooden frame were not tortured any more, their whole bodies drooped and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

This scene was seen by the figure who was chasing the darkness just now. The nails of her hands were tightly embedded in the palms of her hands, and bright red blood beads rolled down from the palms of her hands and landed on her bare feet.

Anger and hatred wrapped her whole body, and her eyes were scarlet.

This is in Mo Zishu's dream.

She dreamed of Xiaomeng again, since she returned to Continent R, she would dream of Xiaomeng's figure almost every night, and the pain and self-blame lingered on her body day by day.

Xiaomeng was tortured, but she could do nothing but watch and avoid, waiting for the opportunity to rescue Xiaomeng.

Single-handedly, she can't joke about Xiaomeng's life and her own.

In the dream, she wanted to rush out, to save Xiaomeng, but she couldn't break through the invisible barrier no matter what.

If only she had been earlier at that time, even earlier, Xiaomeng would have been alive, her heart and everything about her were still there.

Gradually, the dull and painful memories were like vines full of thorns tightly strangling her body, as if they were going to be embedded in her body, suffocating her.

Mo Zishu's body on the hospital bed suddenly trembled slightly, and her brows that were originally plain were frowned at some point, like a deep ravine, filled with endless sorrow, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, her complexion It also became painful and seemed to be unable to breathe.

Unconscious, Mo Zishu raised her arm and stretched it towards her neck, as if she wanted to break free from the oxygen mask on her face, or as if she wanted to pinch her neck.

Fu Qingyuan noticed Mo Zishu's abnormal behavior, and quickly stopped Mo Zishu's palm stretching towards her neck.

He frowned slightly, and a hint of puzzlement flashed in his deep eyes, then he gently grabbed Mo Zishu's wrist and lowered it.

Maybe it was someone's touch, but Mo Zishu's embarrassing complexion calmed down, the illusory world gradually calmed down, and the painful feelings faded away like a tide.

Fu Qingyuan gently smoothed Mo Zishu's frowning brows with the fingers of one hand. The warm fingertips seemed to have some kind of magical power, and the smoothed brows never wrinkled again.

The paper towel wiped the girl's forehead, and the sweat was absorbed bit by bit.

Fu Qingyuan didn't call the doctor over, because at this moment, he was suddenly immersed in the pair of eyes that opened suddenly, immersed in the boundless darkness and abyss, and flowed along the flow.

Just as Mo Zishu opened her eyes, what caught her eyes was not the glaring light from the white ceiling, but the worried eyes of the man.

"You're awake." The man's low voice rang in the girl's ear, like a thunderclap that completely woke her still unconscious mind.

"En." Mo Zishu replied, her voice was very dry and hoarse, as if a fire was burning in it.

Fu Qingyuan seemed to feel Mo Zishu's pain, got up and poured a glass of warm water, inserted the straw, took off her oxygen mask, and handed it to Mo Zishu's mouth.

Mo Zishu licked her dry lips, licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, and finally drank water with a straw in her mouth.

The moisturization of warm water instantly cools the dry throat.

There was silence for a while.

Mo Zishu looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her, and for some reason, the heavy unhappiness in her heart was instantly washed away.

Qiyu told her that Master Fu left Continent R early in the morning to go to country M for a meeting. When she woke up, she saw Master Fu, which meant that he already knew everything, and immediately didn't know what to say.

"Is it because I don't come here, you really have been hiding it from me." Fu Qingyuan saw through Mo Zishu's careful thinking, and couldn't help laughing.

"Master Fu, you're still as smart as ever." Mo Zishu spoke in a very soft tone, as light as a feather brushed across Fu Qingyuan's heart, a little itchy.

"Shu Shu, in the future, you can't be stupid again for such an adventurous thing." Fu Qingyuan sighed, his distinct jaw line tilted slightly downward, and a sense of helplessness welled up between his brows.

According to what he learned later, there was a bomb at the beginning, and it was not his Shushu who was sitting on the seat of the bomb, but Shushu who was behind took the initiative to replace that person. He didn't know the reason for this, nor did he want to understand it. What is it that made Shushu so persistent that she wanted to sit in that position regardless of her own life.

"En." Mo Zishu responded lightly.

"Are you hungry, I'll give you some liquid food." Fu Qingyuan opened the takeaway app with his mobile phone. Although he was asking Mo Zishu, he had already started searching for porridge food.

"Okay." Mo Zishu replied.

Fu Qingyuan chose two servings of clear porridge on the takeaway software, and selected a few side dishes, and finally paid the bill.

During the short time that Fu Qingyuan ordered takeaway, Mo Zishu actually fell asleep and let out a steady breath.

Fu Qingyuan smiled helplessly, and had no intention of waking Mo Zishu up, and let her take a good rest before the takeaway was delivered.

When he really rested, it was time for him to understand the truth of the matter.