Chapter 10: Get out of my mother

Ling Yue watched Qin Yu leave in a proper manner and closed the door, then he slowly turned his head back.
When he looked at the woman on the bed, it made his icy eyes stained with anger gradually converged and gradually calmed down.
He hated that they called her Miss Mu. Such an unfamiliar name made him uncomfortable.
Ling Yue stared at Mu Xiaotong fiercely. She was sick, her white skin showed an unnatural blush, and she didn't know why the irritability in her heart just disappeared instantly.
He looked at her for a while, turned and walked to the small cabinet in the bedroom, holding the small medicine cabinet, unscrewing a bottle of ointment, and gently applying the medicine on her red and swollen cheek with his fingertips.
The movements were gentle, for fear that her strength would hurt her.
Mu Xiaotong felt that her brain was heavy and her body was feverish and weak, but there was a cold feeling on her cheeks, and the smell of medicine made her move her head a little greedy.
Seeing her move, Ling Yue stopped her hands in surprise, and looked at her face curiously. At least now, she was not in pain and frowned.
He suddenly felt a strange sense of accomplishment, and he liked to see her getting better a little bit.
Ling Yue's thin lips unconsciously evoked a small smile, which was brighter and dazzling than the stars outside in this silent late night.
Ling Yue kept treating her wounds and rubbing alcohol to cool down the whole night, and he just enjoyed it.
And Mu Xiaotong felt that someone was interrupting her rest all night, making her uncomfortable.
Until the sky began to turn white, Mu Xiaotong's body temperature finally dropped to normal, and her physical strength recovered a little bit. She raised her right hand to the thing that had been tossing beside her all night, and directly patted it down.
Ling Yue's hand that had put alcohol on the back of her neck was snapped away by her.
"Get out of my mother!" Her brain was confused, her eyes closed tightly, and she shouted.
hateful! !
Ling Yue's handsome face darkened all at once, staring at her in a daze for a while, clenching his fists to suppress his anger, and directly wanted to throw her off the bed to the floor and teach her a lesson.
Mu Xiaotong didn't know that her actions angered him. She turned over and made a comfortable gesture, with her mouth slightly hooked, her head buried on her side and she continued to sleep soundly.
Ling Yue could see this action, gritted his teeth, he seemed to be struggling for a long time.
He gave a cold snort of dissatisfaction. After staring at her for two seconds, he turned and left the bedroom directly, and walked towards the study next door.
Mu Xiaotong slept in Ling Yue’s bedroom until 11 o’clock the next day before waking up. Because Ling Yue’s grumpy temper and no one could suppress him, generally speaking, unless Ling Yue walked out of the bedroom door by himself, otherwise No one is allowed to disturb him.
Ling Yue's powerful personality made Mu Xiaotong a good night's sleep. She opened her sleepy eyes in a daze, stretched her waist habitually, but when she saw the luxurious pale blue ceiling above her head, she bounced off the bed suddenly. Up.
But the next second, she panicked even more. "Ah----!" A screaming female voice came from Ling Yue's bedroom.
The people outside the door were suddenly frightened and turned their heads to look at the door worriedly, but in the end they chose to guard quietly and did not dare to disturb.
Why is this happening? ! Mu Xiaotong blushed and looked down at her naked body.
last night? She seriously thought about that abnormality! Ling Yue?
Mu Xiaotong quickly picked up the quilt on the side and wrapped herself up, looking around nervously, it seemed that Ling Yue was not in the bedroom.
Did he go out? It would be better if he died. If he died, she wouldn't have to marry him! Mu Xiaotong cursed him maliciously.
Glancing at the entire bedroom, Mu Xiaotong walked into the bathroom, and just tore off the sheet on her body. The large floor-to-ceiling glass mirror on the opposite side reflected a scarred body.
Mu Xiaotong slowly walked towards the glass mirror, her clear black eyes blinked, and she stared at the person in the mirror strangely.
She stretched out her hand and touched the redness on her face. Yesterday, she was slapped twice by Mu Qingtian, and now she is completely gone. It's just a knife wound on her right leg and a serious injury from a stick on her body. It's not that painful anymore.
Did someone give her medicine last night? Mu Xiaotong couldn't remember, but she guessed it was the Ling family who sent the doctor to see her.
However, she frowned and looked suspiciously at the twisted gauze on the wound on her right leg. Which doctor is so clumsy that he can't even apply medicine to treat such a simple wound.