Chapter 546: not loved

Chapter 546: not loved

  Chapter 546 Not Loved

  Shen Qingbai glanced at her, and said lightly: "Cry out when it hurts, don't hold back."

   Mo Zhiyun raised his lowered eyelids, looked at him with dull eyes, without making a sound, and lowered his head again with the red corners of his eyes.

  Shen Qingbai didn't speak any more, and bandaged the wound skillfully and quickly.

"you can go now."

  Mo Zhiyun slowly raised his head and said in a dry voice, "Thank you."

  Shen Qingbai threw the blood-stained sterilized cotton into the trash can, glanced at her, and remained silent.

  She knew what he meant, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Can I...can I stay with you for one night?"

  Shen Qingbai frowned slightly, and refused her request without thinking, "No."

  Doctors should keep a distance from patients.

  Mo Zhiyun lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Thank you, I will pay you the treatment fee later."

  Using the injured hand to control the wheelchair, ready to leave.

  Shen Qingbai looked at the dress she was wearing, but she didn't see her holding a mobile phone, and the driver who usually sent her didn't follow her.

"Wait a moment."

   still stopped her.

  Mo Zhiyun turned the wheelchair and looked up at him.

   "You can use the lounge for one night." Shen Qingbai said expressionlessly.

  Mo Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said gratefully, "Thank you."

  Shen Qingbai didn't answer, put the things back in place, and took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator in her office and handed it to her.

   Another "thank you".

  Shen Qingbai turned around to leave, he would not live in the hospital on weekdays.

  Mo Zhiyun stayed in the small living room with a single bed, a small round table with a book on Chinese medicine, a row of hooks behind the door, and nothing else.

  After tossing and tossing all night, exhausted physically and mentally, she lay on the single bed, closed her eyes, and the image of Lu Heyun leaving with Wen Xingchen in her arms appeared in her mind.

  Worried like that, as if the sky is going to collapse.

  Tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes silently, moistening the pillow.

   Haven't slept all night.

  When it was slightly bright, she sat up and curled up at the corner of the bed, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was extremely haggard.

   After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door.

  She quickly got off the bed, sat back on the wheelchair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please come in."

  Shen Qingbai pushed open the door, walked in and put the breakfast in her hand on the round table, "Leave after breakfast, I will have a patient soon."

   "Thank you." Mo Zhiyun didn't know how many times he said thank you this night.

  Shen Qingbai still didn't respond, and didn't even focus on her from the beginning to the end.

  Mo Zhiyun had no appetite, Shen Qingbai couldn't eat the porridge he bought after two mouthfuls, folded the messy quilt neatly, and took the garbage out.

  Shen Qingbai called the car and took her back.

  The dress on his body was wrinkled after wearing it all night, and Mo Zhiyun looked haggard, the driver couldn't help but take an extra look at Shen Qingbai when he got in the car.

   Tsk tsk, looks like a talented person, but I didn't expect to be a beast in clothes.

  The driver started the car and drove away, looking at Mo Zhiyun through the rearview mirror from time to time, and asked kindly, "Miss, do I need to take you to the hospital?"

   Mo Zhiyun came back to his senses, thinking that he saw that his complexion was not good, and he was worried about his physical discomfort, "No need."

  The driver withdrew his gaze and was stunned, why do girls nowadays like to find men in the trash can!

  The car stopped at the gate of Mo's house. The driver got out of the car and took out the wheelchair from the trunk, helped Mo Zhiyun get out of the car and sat in the wheelchair.

  The servant came out to greet her, "Miss, you are back."

   Didn't see Lu Heyun, only saw a strange driver, the servant was a little surprised.

  Mo Zhiyun asked the servant to pay the fare, while he entered the house first.

  In the bathroom, she sat under the shower, letting the hot water drench through herself, covering every inch of her skin.

  But I still feel cold, a chill surges up from the bottom of my heart, spreads to my limbs, every nerve in my body.

   This chill is called: not being loved.

  …

  When Lu Heyun came back, it was already high in the sun, and Mo Zhiyun came out of the bathroom and changed into a set of casual home clothes, but his hair was still wet, and the water from the ends of his hair stained his clothes drop by drop.

   "Why do you take a shower early in the morning and don't know how to dry your hair?"

  While frowning, he went to get a towel to help her dry the water on her hair.

"Snapped"

   The towel was slapped away vigorously before it touched her head.

  Lu Heyun was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, knelt down and apologized sincerely, "Are you angry that I left you behind last night?"

  Mo Zhiyun lowered his head and did not speak.

   "Suddenly something happened last night, I..."

   "I've seen it all." Mo Zhiyun suddenly interrupted him, his voice mechanical without any emotional fluctuations.

   Something flashed in Lu Heyun's eyes, "Then you should know that Xingchen was injured, and I was going to send her to the hospital."

  Stars, stars, all he has in his eyes is Wen Xingchen.

  Mo Zhiyun clenched his fist involuntarily, his fingertips pinching the wound on his palm, the pain pulled back his gradually collapsing rationality.

"Yeah, she's hurt." She looked up and smiled, her dull eyes met his, "So you're worried about her, so worried that you can't even see me when I'm next to you, you're worried about her so you miss her all night I can’t get up and I’m still in the hotel, alone without a driver or a mobile phone…”

  Lu Heyun's thin lips moved, and she wanted to explain, but she was the first to steal it.

   "You were worried about her, so you didn't see... I was hurt too."

  The voice of the last sentence couldn't help but choked up, together with the release of the palms that clenched the wound, the blood stained the gauze...

  Lu Heyun noticed that her hand was bleeding, "Zhizhi, your hand..."

  He nervously wanted to check the wound on her hand.

  Mo Zhiyun pushed him away without knowing where the strength came from, and couldn't control his emotions anymore, he roared almost hysterically, "Don't touch me..."

  Lu Heyun was caught off guard and pushed to sit on the ground by her, looking nervously at her bleeding hand...

  Tears could not stop pouring from the bottom of his eyes, and his pale lips mechanically repeated a sentence.

   "Don't touch me...don't touch me..."

  Don't touch me with the hands that held Wen Xingchen.

   "Zhizhi..." He got up and didn't dare to touch her again, fearing to make her more emotional, so he just held onto the wheelchair tightly, "Can you listen to my explanation?"

  Mo Zhiyun had already lost his mind, and couldn't hear what he said at all. He broke down and cried, almost out of breath.

  Lu Heyun was about to reach out his hand but he still dared not touch her, helplessness and distress welled up in his dark eyes.

   Just as Mo Zhiyun was crying into tears, a servant's voice came from the door—

   "Miss, Mr. Lu, Mr. Mo is back."

  One sentence caused Mo Zhiyun to cry like rain, choked up, "Big Brother, Big Brother..."

  The door of the room was pushed open, and Mo Shenbai stood there in casual clothes, watching Mo Zhiyun running towards him with tears all over his face.

   His expression sank calmly, without anger or prestige.

   Dabai appeared (●—●) Please recommend a monthly ticket... There will be an update in the afternoon.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)