"Anlu, does it still hurt?" In the hospital, Mu Siyu fed Anlu rice porridge distressedly.

While An Lu obediently ate the rice porridge she fed her, he comforted her, "It's okay. I've already put on a cast. The doctor said that if I do a good job of rehabilitation, I can run and jump like before. There will be no problem."

When he said this, the guilt in Mu Siyu's heart became even deeper. In his impression, Anlu had always been a lively child. In the orphanage, Anlu had accompanied her through so many years, but because of his own

Just for fun...

Thinking of this, she flattened her lips and looked at An Lu with a rare serious look, "An Lu, I have wronged you in the past two years by Xiao Jirong's side. If you don't like this kind of life... wait until you are healed.

Can I ask Xiao Jirong to send you to study abroad? Didn't you say you really want to go to Paris? I know this is not the life you want... You are a kind child, and I don't want you to do it because of me..."

"Is being by Xiao Jirong's side the life you want?" An Lu asked instead without answering, looking at Mu Siyu with a pair of bright eyes, "In the past two years by his side, I know what you did and for what reason. Siyu

Yu, do you really think there will be a result between you and him? He is your brother-in-law."

Mu Siyu put the bowl next to the table and stood up quickly, "Anlu, if you don't like rice porridge, I'll go out and buy you some fruit..."

"Siyu, face reality." An Lu knew she was escaping, so he didn't stop her. He just closed his eyes and whispered softly, "You were not like this two years ago."

"Bang -" The door to the ward was slammed shut, and Mu Siyu stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall and panting slowly.

What happened to this world?

She just wants to be with the person she likes, is there anything wrong with that?

Are Song Ying and An Lu, her two best friends, so cruel?

The snow-white walls made her fair skin even more crystal clear, and the way she leaned helplessly against the wall attracted the attention of people coming and going in the corridor.

"Ding——" The hospital's VIP elevator suddenly opened, and a tall and slender figure stepped out of the elevator in an orderly manner, followed by a group of entourage wearing black suits.

In such a grand ceremony, Mu Siyu knew who was coming without raising her head. She sniffed, calmed down the sadness in her heart, stood up calmly, raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Jirong, "Hey, what kind of wind is this blowing to Xiao Da?"

The president is calling? An Lu has already broken one leg, are you here to break the other one?"

Xiao Jirong glanced at Mu Siyu gently with his eyes as silent as a deep pool, "I'm here to find you."

"That's unfortunate. Sister, I'm not in the mood to tease you right now." Mu Siyu crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head calmly, "President Xiao, please come back another day."

Xiao Jirong's sword-drawn eyebrows finally wrinkled slightly, "Siyu, do you have to speak in this tone?"

"Then what tone should I use to speak to you? Xiao Jirong, baby Xiao, I love you so much?" She crossed her arms across her chest, and her sincere words were more ridiculous than a joke.

Xiao Jirong's expressionless face was slightly pale. The followers behind him were holding back their laughter, and their faces were as suppressed as clouds in the sky.

"I don't have time to joke with you." Realizing the suppressed smiles of the entourage behind him, the veins on Xiao Jirong's forehead popped up, "Young Master Chen is also in this hospital. Come with me and apologize."
Chapter completed!