"Sir, I train every day and I haven't lost a single day. My body is as strong as an ox. You don't have to worry about me. But I'm really not used to you suddenly caring so much about me."
Liu Mo dazedly touched the back of his head with a bit of shyness, his honest smile was particularly warm.
Seeing him like this, Huo Yunchen felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.
He was lucky to have such a loyal person by his side. No matter what kind of disaster he suffered, he never gave up.
She reached out and wanted to pat his shoulder, but she stopped half a centimeter away from his shoulder and just scolded him in a deep voice: "It's always good to be careful."
"Yes, I know. I will dress like Officer Liu next time I come in."
Liu Mo deliberately teased, still smiling stupidly.
"Sir, the expert team's research in country Z has made a great breakthrough. At least the route of infection has been discovered. I think it is actually possible to tell the truth to the young mistress. As long as you and the young mistress are not too close, it will not happen."
"Shut up, how many times have I told you, don't mention this matter again, don't think about it again. I won't see her, and I won't see her again until I die." Huo Yunchen interrupted Liu Mo's words angrily , and his eyes were as red as blood, and because of the intense fire attacking his heart, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
It sprayed onto the snow-white sheets, which was shocking.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Liu Mo was frightened and stepped forward to help him.
But he was stopped by his fierce shouting: "Get out, get out."
Liu Mo's heart was as sharp as a knife, but he could only obey the order.
The husband was afraid that he would be infected, so he cruelly told him to get out.
In fact, he also knew Huo Yunchen's intentions towards Liu Zhen. He asked the doctor to dress Liu Zhen in such exaggerated clothes just to make Liu Zhen believe that his husband's illness was beyond repair.
Then he willingly takes care of and protects the young mistress, whether it is for his husband or for his own feelings for the young mistress. As long as the two of them are in contact, the young mistress may not have random thoughts.
Maybe when the young mistress and her husband divorce, something can really happen between them.
Originally all this was for the sake of the young mistress, but why was he feeling so uncomfortable
If the young mistress really gets along with Liu Zhen, what should his husband do
Will he die
Will he really die
Thinking that Huo Yunchen might really die, Liu Mo's heart ached even more.
The husband loves the young lady so deeply that he is willing to bear all the faults on himself even if he dies, and does not want the young lady to bear any burden or guilt.
But who knows how painful and uncomfortable he is.
He loves her but can't accompany her until old age. His heart must be as painful as being cut by a knife.
Liu Zhen left Enze Hospital and drove to Yun Qingyuan by accident.
The car stopped at the entrance of Yun Qingyuan for a long time, and he didn't have the courage to get out of the car.
The mood is very complicated, especially unpleasant.
While I really wanted to see her, I felt like an asshole at the same time.
After thinking about it, he was about to drive away, but he saw the bodyguards in the garden approaching him.
Song Chaoyang greeted him warmly and immediately sent someone to notify the young mistress.
Liu Zhen couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he hooked his lips and smiled and followed Song Chaoyang in.
"Officer Liu, are you here for Uncle Zhong's case? You must find the murderer. We, the bodyguards of the Huo family, are all in panic these days. How can you say someone is so ruthless that he shoots a living person with a machine gun? Do not stay."
Song Chaoyang chatted with Liu Zhen very enthusiastically and asked about the progress of the case.
Song Chaoyang smiled awkwardly and nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, the bureau has sent a task force to investigate the case, and there will be a result soon."
After answering Song Chaoyang's words, he suddenly felt relaxed.
Obviously I'm not here for the case, but this is indeed a good reason to get close to her.
Song Chaoyang took Liu Zhen to the flower room in the back garden, where Bai Qingqing and the children learned to arrange flowers.
When Bai Qingqing saw Liu Zhen coming, she stood up and looked up and smiled slightly at him.
The smile was shallow, just like the white chrysanthemum she held in her hand, which exuded a faint fragrance and elegance.
Her eyes are beautiful, clear and bright like dewdrops in the morning, crystal clear.
Liu Zhen felt a wave of emotion in his heart, and subconsciously touched his nose to relieve his guilty conscience.
"Kangkang, little mangosteen, please call Uncle Liu."
The two little guys turned around and shouted enthusiastically: "Hello, Uncle Liu."
Liu Zhen walked over and gently touched the heads of the two little guys and said approvingly: "Hello, are these the flowers you planted? It's great."
Facing Liu Zhen's approval, these two little guys were not polite at all.
In particular, little Mangosteen said arrogantly: "Of course, my mother said I am the best."
Kangkang didn't say anything, and seriously played with the flowers he had cut. He picked out a yellow tulip from the middle, ran to Liu Zhen, handed it to Liu Zhen with both hands, and said, "Uncle, this flower is for you."
Liu Zhen looked at the yellow flower and then at the innocent-looking Kangkang. He felt extremely pleasantly surprised. He bent down and took the flower and hugged Kangkang.
"Thank you Kangkang, these flowers are so beautiful."
Xiao Shanzhu was very unhappy when she saw that Kangkang had sent flowers.
Feeling that her limelight had been stolen by Kang Kang, she immediately picked up a bouquet of flowers that she had arranged and handed them all to Liu Zhen. She said angrily: "Nuo, all my flowers are for you."
Bai Qing stood aside, looking at Liu Zhen and shaking his head helplessly.
Liu Zhen pretended to be overjoyed, put Kangkang down and caught the mangosteen flowers with both hands.
"Thank you, little mangosteen, your flowers are as beautiful as Kangkang's flowers."
Hearing his comments, Xiao Mangosteen was unhappy and immediately corrected him: "No, my flowers are many times more beautiful than Kangkang's flowers because I have more flowers than his."
Liu Zhen smiled slightly, looked at the little mangosteen, and then at Kangkang. The two children seemed to glare at each other, each with their arms crossed, neither of them convinced.
Bai Qingqing smiled lightly and said, "I'm sorry, they have always been like this. They always like to compete with each other."
Liu Zhen smiled and raised his hand to touch the little mangosteen's face and said, "Although the little mangosteen has many flowers, do you want to make my uncle happy by giving him flowers?"
Xiao Shanzhu nodded thoughtfully, and then Liu Zhen said, "Then Kangkang also wants to make his uncle happy?"
Kangkang also nodded seriously.
"Then since you two have the same idea, and you have both made uncle happy, uncle has gained double happiness and satisfaction, are you happy?"
The two children looked at each other and then nodded seriously.
Liu Zhen continued: "Is little Mangosteen happy and Kangkang happy?"
Kangkang thought about it seriously, looked at the little mangosteen again and nodded firmly.
Then Liu Zhen asked Xiao Shanzhu, "My brother is not happy, will you be happy?"
Xiao Shanzhu looked at Kangkang with a pout and shook his head without thinking.
Liu Zhen put the flowers sent by the two people together and said with a warm tone and a smile: "I think the little mangosteen is missing a yellow flower, so it would be perfect."
As he spoke, he inserted the yellow flower of Kangkang in the middle of the stick of mangosteen, then handed it to the two of them and said, "Do you like it?"
The two children looked at the flowers, then at each other, and nodded vigorously.
"nice."
"Are you happy then?"
"happy"
"Does it matter who looks better?"
"unimportant."
Bai Qingqing stood aside and watched them. The two little guys got along particularly harmoniously with Liu Zhenchen.
Seeing the three of them talking and laughing, she inexplicably thought of Huo Yunchen.
Originally, after returning from Yunqing Group, she decided to be patient and wait.
Stop thinking about him and stop letting him mess up your mood and thoughts.
But at this moment, she still missed him uncontrollably.
"Okay, okay, Uncle Liu and mom have something to talk about. Let's go out and play for a while first."
Bai gently asked the nanny to take the two children away first, and then walked to the tea seat in the glass house to make a pot of tea for Liu Zhen.
The sunlight refracted through the glass and reflected on her body, as if covering her body with a layer of colorful light.
The quiet time and the fragrance of flowers fill the room, giving people the illusion of being in a paradise, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
How wonderful it would be if the years could always be quiet.
Looking at her, he was stunned for a moment, until her warm and shallow voice reached his ears.
"Liu Zhen, I didn't expect you to be quite good at coaxing children. You know, our Mr. Huo is often troubled by these two little devils and is helpless."
Liu Zhen rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and replied shyly: "That's because Mr. Huo loves his children so much. In his eyes, children have no right or wrong, only love."
When Huo Yunchen was mentioned, Liu Zhen's heart beat inexplicably faster. This was probably due to his guilty conscience.
He picked up the tea cup and drank all the tea in one breath to hide his uneasiness.
Bai pursed his lips and smiled, not noticing anything was wrong with him. He picked up the teapot and helped him fill it up again.
"Do you have anything to do with me? Is there any clue about Uncle Zhong's case?"
(End of chapter)