Chapter 292 Stupid

He was silent and did not respond.

Because he didn't want her to see what he was like now.

"Mu Beiting!" She was anxious.

After a few seconds, he finally compromised and said softly, "Okay."

In fact, he returned to Haicheng a few days ago, but he has been in a coma, and he didn't wake up until now.

The two got tired of talking on the phone for a long time.

His voice was weak, and Su Xiangwan talked more than him.

She told him about recent interesting things, and he kept listening shallowly, occasionally responding.

That alone made her feel at ease.

Later, the two of them didn't know who fell asleep first, and the mobile phone was kept by their ears all night.

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The next day, Su Xiangwan and Zheng Yulong asked for leave.

Fortunately, during the filming, she almost did it all at one time, and she usually works very hard, so Zheng Yulong, who is always strict, was very tolerant of her.

Wearing a white T-shirt, black skirt, and gray coat, he hurried into the car.

After driving for about an hour, the car drove into a high-end residential area near Haicheng Film Academy.

Uncle Xiang led the way: "Master hated hospitals since he was a child, so he bought a suite near the hospital in the early years. If necessary, he would live here. It looks convenient."

"En." Su Xiangwan followed him to stop in front of the door and answered.

After a while, a doctor came to open the door, and Su Xiangwan walked in quickly.

The room is about 150 square meters, not too big.

It is still a simple modern style, with some cool tones.

There is a strong smell of medicine in the air.

Su Xiangwan went straight to the bedroom.

Rong Chen and Li Mubai were also there, but she saw the pale man on the big silver-gray bed at a glance.

A lot of instruments were placed beside the bed, monitoring the man's condition one after another.

On the side by the window, there is also a drip rack with several bottles of drips hanging on it.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were a little red, and he stared at him without making a sound.

Rong Chen and Li Mubai glanced at her and did not speak.

She guessed that he must be injured, but she never thought that he would be injured so badly.

Now his body was full of tubes, his eyes were lightly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he slept very restlessly.

His face was pale, almost transparent in the sunlight.

There was a small scratch on the forehead, scabbed and dark red.

She thought he must be in pain.

The small hand gently wrapped his big hand, her nose was sour, and the tears couldn't stop falling down.

Li Mubai was behind him, with one hand in his pocket and said calmly: "He was in a coma before, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to look for his phone."

Rong Chen also opened his mouth and said: "Sixteen hours of rescue, and five days of severe illness. I escaped the danger last night."

"OK, thank you."

Su Xiangwan spoke softly, she didn't dare to think about how hard it was for him to chat with her all night last night.

Two hours later, Mu Beiting finally woke up gradually.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes, frowning.

Into the eyes, is a bright little face, looking at him with red eyes.

"Late night."

His voice was hoarse, a little surprised and a little uneasy.

"En." Su Xiangwan responded softly.

His fingertips moved slightly, and he held her back: "Don't be angry."

Su Xiangwan's eyes were sore, she threw herself into his arms, and hugged him gently: "Silly."

Mu Beiting slowly raised the corners of his lips, and with some effort raised his arm and gently landed on her waist, using a little force.

Tears overflowed from her eyes involuntarily, and fell down her cheeks onto his neck.

Together with her hair, it tickles him.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he said slowly: "Miss me."

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes and answered, "Yes."