At night, the sea breeze is strong, making the curtains "bang" sound.

Mu Juebing's eyes were deep, he stood up from the sofa quietly, walked towards the windowsill, and closed the half-open window.

The night tonight doesn't look very beautiful.

It was just a gloomy black area, and there was no moon or a star.

Just like Mu Juebing's mood at this moment.

The scene that happened in the hospital in the afternoon appeared in my mind again...

Quiet hospital corridor.

It smells strongly of disinfectant.

He frowned in displeasure, holding the medicine he had just picked up for the noodle stall uncle in his hand.

The next second, turn the corner.

He didn't expect that the two people he least wanted to see in his life suddenly broke into his eyes.

"Xiao Bing."

Leng Qiuqin looked at him in surprise, with a little joy in her cool eyes.

On the wheelchair in front of her was his father, Mu Qingyun.

In my memory, except for the dark war that night, he had met him. This was their first meeting since the conflict between Qianshi Manor.

"Are you sick?" Mu Qingyun, whose face turned yellow, glanced at the medicine in his hand and asked coldly.

Mu Juebing's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his gloomy eyes became even colder: "It's not your business."

"You..." Mu Qingyun wanted to say something, but the next second he started coughing heavily.

"Ahem—"

"Cough cough cough cough—"

The fierce coughing sounds echoed in the entire hospital corridor.

Dull, thick, long, as if you want to cough out the entire internal organs...

"Xiaobing, don't do this."

Leng Qiuqin raised her eyes uneasyly, with a faint begging on her face, "Your father is just in good health."

Mu Juebing pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

He stared silently at Mu Qingyun who was constantly coughing, and suddenly felt a little sad.

This is the first time he has seen him look so weak...

From childhood to adulthood, even though he hated him, he never forgot his majesty of dominance. He was always so tall and serious, his skills were as quick as a cheetah, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf. But now, he could not stand, and could only slump in a wheelchair, his body was depressed and vulnerable...

Leng Qiuqin glanced at him, and the sparks that were originally shining in her eyes disappeared one by one.

"Xiaobing, please pay attention to your health. I'll push your dad to take a walk."

She knew that the knot of the father and son's heart was like a cicada cocoon that had been around for thousands of years, and no one could open each other's thick guards.

Mu Juebing didn't make a sound, but just turned sideways and asked them to go over...

………

"Bing, what are you thinking?"

An arm suddenly wrapped around him and hugged his waist. The body pressed against him was warm, with the temperature and fragrance that had just been bathed. A cold look suddenly appeared.

"Nothing." He shook his head, turned around and hugged her.

Qian Ruozhi curled her lips in disbelief, her eyes slanted slightly, "Nothing, how is that possible? Say, are you thinking about Ge Liusha?"

"No." One hand gently tapped her forehead, "What are you thinking about? You're just looking at the view outside."

He didn't want to tell her about Mu Qingyun. Because, he knew that the name had become a thorn in her heart, and it would hurt if it touched a little. Just like Qian Zhenhe felt about him...

"Tsk, what's the best thing to look like?" Qian Ruozhi glanced out the window, "It's pitch black and I can't see anything."

Mu Juebing looked at her, chuckled and nodded: "Well, there is nothing good to look at."
Chapter completed!