Chapter 9: I want you to wake up

"Wake up, I want you to wake up!"
Mu Xiaotong felt that her wet and greasy clothes made her extremely uncomfortable, her whole body was hot, and the wound was stinging. There seemed to be a sound in her ears, but she couldn't hear her clearly.
Mu Xiaotong panted and breathed, struggling to pull her clothes apart, trying to take off the wet clothes.
Ling Yue saw that she ignored her completely and wanted to take off her clothes. He looked at her a little dissatisfied, but when he saw her small face crumpled in pain, he still held back his temper.
He whispered a few words, bent over and leaned over to help her get rid of it.
But in the next second, Ling Yue was stunned.
Mu Xiaotong rolled over on the bed twice and took off the thick wedding dress. She felt much more comfortable. She stretched her eyebrows, curled her lips, and smiled comfortably.
Ling Yue stared at the person on the bed, unable to open his eyes anyway, and remained silent for a while.
"hateful!"
This woman always likes to disturb his interest and annoy him.
Ling Yue coldly snorted dissatisfiedly, turned his head, and pressed his lips tightly, but her mind still had her attractive appearance.
Ling Yue frowned somewhat struggling in his heart, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed his manic heat.
He picked up the quilt on the side to wrap her tightly and pressed the service bell in the room. Soon, Qin Yu knocked on the door for Dong Yuwan's manager.
Ling Yue glanced at Qin Yu, opened his mouth and said two words, "I'm sick."
When Qin Yu first saw the wedding dress being torn in the bedroom and throwing it on the floor, he became nervous. Until Ling Yue suddenly said that he was sick. She looked at the bed in a daze.
The person sleeping on the bed should be the eldest lady of the Mu family. She was wrapped in a quilt, and her head was tightly covered.
Qin Yu approached her cautiously, San Shao said just now that he was ill, it should be this Miss Mu.
But now Qin Yu suspected that this Miss Mu had been tortured by the Third Young Master and was dead.
"Quick!" Ling Yue was dissatisfied with Qin Yu's slow movement and drank at her.
Qin Yu didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately walked to the bed and gently lifted the quilt on Mu Xiaotong's face.
Fortunately, she is still not dead and still angry.
"San Shao, Miss Mu should have caught a cold, fever, and wound inflammation." Qin Yu respectfully explained to Ling Yue after carefully examining Mu Xiaotong.
Although Ling Yue is an autistic, he can understand the meaning of other people's words. He has been indulging in his own world for a long time, and he doesn't look at others at all, and his thoughts are very crazy and weird.
But if it was something that Ling Yue was suddenly interested in, he would usually be very persistent.
Obviously, this Miss Mu is a toy in his picture.
Ling Yue looked at Mu Xiaotong on the bed and was silent for a while.
"Get out!" He suddenly yelled.
Qin Yu heard that she was about to take a step to leave, but she hesitated. She thought for a while and said: "San Shao, this Miss Mu is very ill. Do you need to call a doctor?" She was careful Ask for instructions.
Ling Yue frowned, turned around slowly, and looked at Qin Yu, his eyes gloomy without any emotion.
Qin Yu's heart trembled suddenly, feeling the danger in him, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
"It's Mrs. Sanshao!" Ling Yue shouted inexplicably.
When Qin Yu heard this, he was shocked and still did not respond.
Suddenly he picked up a heavy book on the side and smashed it towards Qin Yu without warning.
"Get out!" yelled at her extremely dissatisfied.
The heavy book hit Qin Yu's right shoulder fiercely, pain came in an instant, he couldn't help but back up half a step, and looked up at Ling Yue timidly, and his heart trembled even more.
Immediately bent over to him, panicked not to stay for a while.