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Chapter 173 Can't You... Have Pity On Him?

Jiang Jiang pushed Mu De to appear at the Chu family banquet.

A lot of dignitaries from the industry were invited to the banquet, and everyone was chatting with their acquaintances one after another during the feast.

Mu De has a special status, and the traces of the past are clearly wiped out. Now he is just an ordinary person to the outside world.

He has always lived behind the scenes and rarely shows up, so almost no one knows him.

On the other hand, Jiang Jiang, who had just made her debut in M ​​City, was recognized by many people, and rushed over to say hello to her.

"Hello."

Jiang Jiang intentionally stood in front of the wheelchair, and dismissed the crowd with a few words, his words were well proportioned, and his advances and retreats were measured.

"Master."

She had to drink a few glasses, turned around and saw an extra glass of wine in Mu De's hand, she was startled, lost the glass and rushed over.

"No! You can't drink any more!"

Jiang Jiang snatched his glass and muttered softly, "Call the doctor over tomorrow and reevaluate your current physical condition."

The man frowned, his usual gentleness flashed across his face, "Jiang Jiang, actually..."

"Don't, don't, don't," Jiang Jiang interrupted him, waving his hands again and again, "I don't listen to what you say, and don't tell me, I know I can't tell you, but if I keep listening, I might be brainwashed by you gone."

Hearing this, Mu De couldn't help laughing, "Is it as exaggerated as you said?"

Jiang Jiang pouted: "When did you trick me, didn't you do that?"

The man pursed his bloodless lips, glanced to the other side, raised his chin, and signaled, "Someone is looking for you, why don't you go quickly?"

Jiang Jiang turned his head and saw that it was Chu Jiao who came, this time he really couldn't dismiss casually, he could only go up to say hello.

Taking advantage of this time, Mu De controlled the wheelchair and slowly slipped away.

He kept adjusting his breathing to resist the sharp pain in his stomach. Over the years, since he left his previous identity, his life has always been very regular, and there has never been such a chaotic time.

Physical protest forced him to face up to these problems.

The pain was not the most unbearable. He lived under the hail of bullets and suffered countless injuries in the first half of his life. For him, this level of pain was completely tolerable.

But heartache cannot.

On the corridor next to the bathroom, he stumbled and stood up against the wall, ran to the sink, leaned over with his arms on his sides, and vomited violently.

The blue veins on the forehead popped up, and the world was spinning.

"vomit……"

He let go of one hand, turned on the water flow, and the clean water rushed down, taking away the dirty things in the sink.

He also lost his strength and fell down slowly.

"Mude!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and then someone caught him, half-supported and half-hugged him into the wheelchair.

The man raised his eyes and smiled subconsciously, but his vision was a bit blurred, and it was difficult to distinguish the figure in front of him, but he knew who it was.

"Mude!"

Chu Mingkun was a little flustered, he squatted down, his eyes caught the man's pale face, and he couldn't help but whisper: "What's going on? How could it be like this?"

How long have we been apart?How did this person become like this!

The shape is pinched and the bones are erect, and the sick appearance is haggard.

He remembers...he remembers that it was fine before!How could it become like this in such a short period of time?

Chu Mingkun was a little surprised when his hand was grabbed. Looking at the actions of the man in front of him, he made a bold guess in his heart.

He was out of sight again.

This was his usual action in the past. Even though he looked calm on the surface, he still felt insecure in his heart, so he had to hold his hand.

"Mu De," a feeling of shock came to his mind little by little, and Chu Mingkun gasped for breath, "What's wrong with your eyes? Can't you see? Haven't you all healed?"

The man didn't speak, dripping with cold sweat, slowly lowered his eyes, grabbed Chu Mingkun with one hand, and put the other into his stomach, his handsome face was covered with a layer of pale, but the corners of his lips still raised a curve unconsciously.

"Master! Master!"

At this moment, Jiang Jiang came over.

"Master!" She was startled when she saw such a scene, and hurried over, half kneeling on the ground, checking Mu De's condition, "How are you? Do you want to go to the hospital!"

Chu Mingkun turned his head and looked over, "What happened to him?"

Jiang Jiang glanced back, and quickly replied: "Stomach attack caused by excessive drinking, if Mr. Chu is interested, he should quickly find a lounge."

"Oh... well, I'll go now."

Chu Mingkun stood up in a hurry, and immediately asked someone to arrange it.

15 minutes later.

Chu Mingkun sat by the bed, looked at the handsome man who was sleeping peacefully, and frowned.

"What medicine did you give him?"

Jiang Jiang clapped his hands, and slowly walked back and forth in the lounge with his arms crossed, "Relieve the pain, calm down."

"what?"

Hearing this, Chu Mingkun was inconceivable: "No...why did you give him medicine indiscriminately? Pain relief is understandable, but sedation...this is not a medicine that you can take casually, you have to be prescribed by a doctor..."

Jiang Jiang laughed and interrupted him: "I don't dare to give my master any medicine. The doctor prescribed it for him, but... I haven't used it this year. I thought I wouldn't need it in the future. Woolen cloth!"

Chu Mingkun was shocked.

"Why I never knew, he...he actually..."

The man fell asleep peacefully, his face was calm and sharp, like the most exquisite sculpture, with profound features and handsome.

He has lost a lot of weight, and he can clearly see the clues, his cheekbones are more prominent, his skin is also darker, his whole body is a little older, and he doesn't look like he used to take good care of himself.

Jiang Jiang sighed, frowned, worried very much, "I'm not with Master these days, and I don't know anything about you. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have dragged on to see him now."

Chu Mingkun was silent, "My dad..."

"I know," Jiang Jiang interrupted him again, "I know and understand your concerns. You are soft-tempered, indecisive, and value family affection. My master also knows this, so I didn't do anything."

"President Chu."

She took a step forward, glanced at the sleeping man, and her tone was suddenly low, with a bit of a heavy meaning: "A person should be considerate of his heart, my master understands your character and situation, but you don't understand him, the first half of his life It was hard work, and the life that you see now, which is equivalent to that of ordinary people, is what he almost lost his life in exchange for."

Chu Mingkun bit his lip, struggling.

Speaking of this, Jiang Jiang couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of the past, and his voice choked up, "You don't know how many times I signed for Master outside the operating room in the past few years. At that time, I didn't dare to sleep at night. Now, the news I get again is that he is dead."

"Really...Chu Mingkun," Jiang Jiang covered his mouth with tears streaming down his eyes, gasping in a low voice, "Can't you...have pity on him?"