Chapter 113: Don’t touch her, it has nothing to do with her
Bo Muhan came running in his pajamas.
He first wiped Jiang Qingzhou's forehead, and then said to Wu's mother: "Give me the thermometer!"
He took the thermometer and measured it for Jiang Qingzhou. It was thirty-eight degrees five. .
He put down the thermometer, turned around, took a coat from the closet, put it on Jiang Qingzhou haphazardly, and then picked her up.
Just when he was holding her and preparing to go out, a keychain slipped from the pink bed.
Black face and white teeth, a bit scary.
“What is this?”
Xiao Yuan bent down to pick it up, and Bo Muhan shouted, “Don’t touch it!”
Xiao Yuan shrank away in fear. Fight back.
"Everyone get out immediately. The room is sealed. No one is allowed to enter without my order!"
Although everyone didn't know why he gave such an order, his words have always been an edict in the Jiang family. .
He asked everyone to go out and seal the room, and everyone actually went out and sealed the room.
Bo Muhan sent Jiang Qingzhou to the hospital.
After a night of treatment, Jiang Qingzhou's fever symptoms finally improved.
Everyone in the hospital is exhausted.
"Steward Han, please go back and rest for a while, I will take over for you!" Lao Zhou came in from outside and whispered.
Bo Muhan looked at Jiang Qingzhou who was sleeping soundly.
Her little face was red, and her long eyelashes trembled gently like feather wings.
Compared with the nonsense when she was first delivered, she is much quieter now and breathing much easier.
"Be careful, no one is allowed to come near except our people!" he told Lao Zhou.
“Yes.”
Bo Muhan returned to Jiang’s house.
Everyone who stayed at home was still sleeping. He went straight to the third floor without disturbing anyone.
He opened the door of Jiang Qingzhou's room and turned on the light. The doll keychain was still lying on the ground, ferocious and strange.
He walked over, picked up the keychain, looked at it carefully, then opened Jiang Qingzhou's quilt and searched her bed carefully.
After finally confirming that there was only one doll keychain in the room, he came out of the room.
"Steward Han, you are back. You haven't slept all night. Do you need me to make you something to eat?" A maid who got up early in the morning spoke to him.
As if he didn't hear her words, Bo Muhan didn't respond and walked out of the living room with a frown.
He came to the parking lot, picked up his car, and drove towards the outside of the villa.
It had just dawned. It had rained a bit last night. The air at dawn was a bit humid, and there was a damp, cold and cold atmosphere surrounding it.
Bo Muhan drove the car all the way north, and finally came to the Tingfeng Tea House that he had visited last time.
It was very quiet in the teahouse, there was not even a sound of wind.
He walked along the wooden stairs to the second floor, and then walked on the soft carpet to the end of the corridor.
He pushed open the door of the last private room, and after entering, it was just an ordinary tea room that couldn't be more ordinary.
He did not stop, but continued to move forward, and finally reached the wall behind the screen.
He moved the picture in the picture frame on the wall, and the wall opened strangely.
When he reached the gap in the half door, he stepped in sideways.
It turns out that there is a cave inside, very spacious, with tables, chairs, benches, all the necessary furniture and daily necessities.
An old man in a white coat was lying on the tatami, smoking a cigarette.
The old man raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said calmly: "So early today?"
Bo Muhan came closer, put the doll keychain on the table, and said coldly: "I said, Don't touch her!" "Who touched her?"
The old man knocked the cigarette on the table, and a choking ash spread in the air
“I’m just curious, what kind of woman makes you move? "Every heart."
"I'm not tempted. She's still a child!"
The folds on the old man's face moved, "Child? Oh, you were already on your own when you were eighteen."
" She is different from me."
"Of course I know that she is different from you, so I want to see what the young lady who was born with a golden key looks like!"
" Uncle Feng!”
"Bo Muhan!!!"
The old man's face suddenly changed, his eyes were sinister and terrifying.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it yourself. If she died, it was also your fault."
Uncle Feng collected the cigarettes, got up from the tatami, and continued to lecture. , "For the sake of a woman, you have become less human and less like a ghost. Are you worthy of the organization's cultivation and promotion of you over the years?"
"Don't forget that we sent you to Jiang What is the purpose of home!”
Bo Muhan clenched his fists, his face was cold and expressionless.
"It has nothing to do with her, let her go."
Uncle Feng sneered, "She is the future heir of the Jiang family, it has nothing to do with her? Don't let it go how Jiang Ruhai bulldozed her back then. Your hometown took away your land and made you homeless."
Seeing that Bo Muhan didn't speak for a long time, he softened his attitude.
"I hope you can understand that being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. We have worked hard for so long and we cannot give up all our efforts. Do you understand?"
"Furthermore, the higher-ups are already wary of you, which is very detrimental to your future. You were cultivated by me, and I don't want you to stumble over such a trivial matter!"
Bo Muhan's eyes were filled with confusion. Cold and speechless.
Uncle Feng glanced at him and continued to speak, "Jiang Ruhai has been controlled by us. You don't need me to teach you what to do next, right?"
"Behave well, this is This is your best chance to regain the trust from above, don’t let me down again!”
On this day, Bo Muhan stayed in the darkroom for a long time. No one knew what he said to Uncle Feng later.
When he returned to the hospital, it was already bright and overcast, and the temperature had dropped a bit compared to yesterday.
Jiang Qingzhou had woken up and was looking out the window in a daze.
She seemed to have had a very confusing dream yesterday. She couldn't remember anything that Lao Zhou and Wu Ma told her, such as talking nonsense about having a fever, being as strong as an ox and wanting to beat someone.
She suffered from intermittent amnesia as if her brain had been traumatized.
"Why don't you eat?" Bo Muhan asked after he came in and saw the breakfast hanging on the table.
Jiang Qingzhou turned his head, looked at him carefully for a while, and asked weakly: "What happened to me last night?"
"Sick, fever."
"Why don't I remember? "
"The temperature is too high, it's burning."
Bo Muhan touched the bowl of porridge, it was still warm, and said calmly: "Stop thinking about it, come and eat!"
Jiang Qingzhou seemed to have regained some of his sanity and became a little normal. He shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry and I don't want to eat."
Bo Muhan didn't force her anymore. A nurse happened to come in, so he asked the nurse to Put away the breakfast.
"Bo Muhan!" When Bo Muhan was about to take off his coat, Jiang Qingzhou suddenly called him.
He turned to look at her, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Qingzhou frowned, seeming to be trying to recall something. After a while, she asked tentatively: "You Have you been to Chaogeli recently? ”
"Where is that place? I've never heard of it." Bo Muhan hung his coat on the hanger and said with his usual expression.
(End of this chapter)