Chapter 227 Mu Wanqing, Don’t Pretend

Ye Yuchen supported Mu Wan's leaning side with one arm, and lifted her chin with the other hand. His thin lips were lightly hooked, and the corners of his eyes were raised slightly. He was very coquettish, as if he was bewitching his prey.

Mu Wan pursed her lips and pushed her twice, "What are you trying to do? I'm still sick..."

Do you want to attack her while she is sick?

Seeing that she slept with him after she recovered, come back to sleep!

"Do you think that if it weren't for your illness, I would let you go so easily?" Ye Yuchen looked at her gloomily.

A handsome face has four big characters written all over it: desire and dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing smiled slyly.

She suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged his neck, then raised her body and gave the man a small peck on the lips.

"Hey~" Mu Wanqing licked her lips.

Ye Yuchen's ink color was slightly darker. He looked at the woman under him with burning eyes and noticed the changes in his body.

He leaned against her ear and nibbled her earlobe as if punishing, "I will do this to you after you recover."

Mu Wan stuck out his tongue.

Anyway, I'm still sick now, so the skin is only temporary!

Ye Yuchen rolled over and got out of bed. After he helped Mu Wanqing tuck the quilt in, he leaned over and kissed her forehead gently.

"Go to sleep, call me anytime if you feel uncomfortable."

Mu Wanqing nodded like a chicken pecking rice, smiled brightly, and then drove Ye Yuchen out of the bedroom.

But as soon as the door was closed, the girl suddenly stood up and coughed up a large mouthful of bloody phlegm, "Cough... cough cough..."

Mu Wanqing clutched the sheets under her body tightly. She looked at the scarlet color, her face was horribly pale, and her expression was even more nervous and dignified.

She lowered her eyes, and the diamond ring on the middle finger of her right hand shone with bright silver light. It was so dazzling that it hurt her so much...

Mu Wanqing's hand trembled slightly as she touched the mobile phone placed beside the bed. She breathed hard and said with difficulty, "Xiang... Xiangyang, tomorrow... accompany me to the hospital..."

She had to go, she couldn't wait any longer.

She wanted to recover completely so that she could be qualified to stand beside Ye Yuchen and realize his wish.

"Mu Wanqing, tell me the truth, how serious is your illness?" Xiang Yang frowned.

There was a bit of harshness in his tone.

Mu Wanqing chuckled, "Ah, it's not serious. I just had a sudden whim and wanted to cure the disease."

As she spoke, the corners of her lips raised a slight arc.

But those lowered eyes were dim and dull, with red eyes and tears that seemed ready to burst at any time.

"Mu Wanqing, don't pretend."

Xiang Yang said forcefully, "I can't stand your pretense the most! Why do you have to endure the pain? Why don't you let us help you share your pain? You speak!"

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips tightly.

She lowered her head and slowly buried her head in the crook of her neck. The phone slipped onto the bed and made a muffled sound.

"Xiang Yang, I'm so tired...don't force me, okay?" Mu Wanqing hugged her legs and curled up weakly.

The girl whispered, "I'm really tired..."

She didn't want to show off or pretend. On the contrary...she really didn't want to bear everything by herself anymore.

She really wanted to throw herself into Ye Yuchen's arms and just be an ordinary sick girl, relying on her lover, family, and friends.

But the people who cared about her in her previous life and who fought for her heart disease died... all of them died.

No, except Gong Lichuan.

Therefore, Mu Wanqing only believed in Gong Lichuan.

"You..." Xiangyang didn't know what to say for a moment.

He sighed deeply, "Forget it, I'll pick you up and take you to the hospital tomorrow morning."