Chapter 1112 Why Are You So Cruel?

Hearing this, Mu Yichen's heart felt warm, as if countless warm currents poured in, so that his body, which was originally icy, became warm.

He tilted his head, a little bit to frighten him: "Aren't you afraid?"

Youyou turned his gaze away, his eyes were calm and composed, and he said in a low voice, "You are joking."

In the words, there is a leisurely and elegant posture like a king, calm and unhurried.

I don't know why, but with such an immature face, with a frown and a smile, it gives people a feeling of being followed by mountains when you move, and surrounded by stars when you look up!

"Right now, what should we do?"

Youyou lowered her eyes silently, leaned back slowly, and said a word lightly: "Wait."

...

in the hospital.

Yun Shishi woke up from the nightmare and sat up from the hospital bed suddenly, but a snow-white world fell into her eyes.

The peculiar smell of disinfectant in the hospital is pungent.

The windows and doors were slightly open, the curtains fluttered, and the evening wind blew into the window, bringing a bit of coolness. She shivered unconsciously, felt a burst of cold air, and shivered slightly.

Before she moved, a coat was already draped over her shoulders.

Above the head, came Mu Yazhe's voice.

Yun Shishi turned her gaze abruptly, only to see Mu Yazhe sitting by the bed, her gentle eyes fell on her, and she closed up her clothes with some distress.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

As soon as the words fell, Yun Shishi tightly grasped his slender fingers, and stared at her fiercely with bloodshot eyes.

"Where's Youyou?! Where is he?"

Mu Yazhe looked at her calmly, but did not answer.

Yun Shishi's grip on his hand became more and more ruthless, so much that it almost hurt him.

"Answer me, tell me! Where's Youyou? Where is he?!"

Mu Yazhe held her shoulders and helped her to lie down. "You are seriously injured, don't talk too much, just lie down and rest."

But Yun Shishi swung his hand away abruptly, a icy chill appeared on her face.

"Why do you always avoid my questions?! Let me ask you, where is Youyou?"

She asked word by word, each word was almost squeezed out from the root of her teeth, her eyes became more and more red.

Mu Yazhe frowned, but remained silent.

"Why don't you talk!?" Yun Shishi paused, her throat slipped, her voice was hoarse and trembling, "You can't, really let him exchange with me, and be taken as a hostage?"

"En." Mu Yazhe responded lightly.

"Why!? Why are you doing this!?"

Yun Shishi screamed out: "Mu Yazhe, why are you so cruel!? He is still a child, he is only seven years old! How can you have the heart to let him be a hostage!? Do you know how dangerous this is!"

She was emotionally agitated and anxious, with bulging veins on her pale face, and her skin was so white that even every blood capillary hole could be clearly seen, she was extremely haggard.

Mu Yazhe looked at her deeply, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "I know."

"You know?! You know you still do it!? Are you crazy!? Are you crazy?!"

Yun Shishi asked like crazy, her voice was hoarse, and seeing his calm face, she became even more angry, grabbed the pillow beside him, and threw it at him: "How can you do this!? I hate you ,I hate you!"

Her movements were so intense that the wound on her waist, which had just been stitched up, was split open, and bright red blood oozes out.

She suffered varying degrees of injuries.

Among them, there was a deep wound on the waist, which required five stitches.