Chapter Eighty-Three: It's so good that she's going to misunderstand

In less than five minutes, the doctor arrived, Mu Jingchen lay on the bed without a little anger, and Xia Yimo was frightened.

"The lungs inhale a lot of soot and need to be injected intravenously. However, Chen Shao's physical fitness is very good, and he can wake up quickly, and he can recover in three to five days. After a careful examination, the doctor hung the saline and said, "The voice will be hoarse for a short time, and you must drink more water during this time." ”

When everyone left, Xia Yimo sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the handsome face of the dead man, muttering to himself.

"Mu Jingchen, big liar!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't be stupid enough to go into the fire?"

"We don't have anything of value in our house, what are you doing in there?"

Holding Mu Jingchen's slender big hand with both hands, Xia Yimo prayed in a low voice: "Please, please wake up quickly." ”

On the bedside table, the phone buzzed and vibrate. Xia Yimo came back to his senses, picked it up and saw that it was Xiao Xiao's phone. After thinking about it seriously, she picked up her phone and walked out.

"Xia Yimo! You actually let me pigeon!! Where are you now? A delicate female voice came.

Xia Yimo smiled reluctantly, sat on the sofa in the living room, and said calmly: "Er Xiao, I can't go to you today." ”

"Momo, what's wrong with you?" The other party asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"What's wrong with me!" Xia Yimo pretended to reply to her naturally, complaining: "I suddenly remembered that I hadn't written my homework yet, and I was in a hurry with my math homework, so I forgot to call you." You don't know how fierce my current math teacher is! ”

“...... Summer to foam mud dirt! The other party breathed a sigh of relief, "Go ahead, go ahead, your lame math, the baby has never dared to compliment, you should pay a male ticket to make up for you!" ”

Xia Yimo smiled, and the two of them casually talked about it again, and hung up the phone. Lying and deceiving people deceives the people they care about, because only they don't want them to worry, and only they can be deceived.

She Xia Yimo, is this the case, Mu Jingchen, is it the same?

Xia Yimo thought with a wrinkled face, and suddenly saw the lock screen of the phone. Phone display: 50 missed calls, 3 unread text messages.

[Xia Yimo, where are you?! 】

[Say the address, I'll look for you!] 】

Fifteen minutes later, another one: "I'll be waiting for you at your doorstep, don't go anywhere!" 】

Because she was in a hurry, she left her phone in the back seat of the car, so she missed it.

"So he was in the fire for fifteen minutes?" The hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly, Xia Yimo got up and walked into the bedroom.

Mu Jingchen, why is it so good to her? It's so good that she's going to be misunderstood.

......

When Mu Jingchen woke up, he saw a small hairy head lying in front of him, his sleeping face was very quiet.

"How stupid!"

His voice was a little hoarse, he got up and picked up Xia Yimo, put him on the bed, moved his hands and feet, and walked to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I walked to the window and looked at the time, it was already the next morning.

Yesterday, he didn't expect that he would enter the fire, and when he was conscious, he had already come out. Called an ambulance, couldn't get through, just waited there.

Luckily, it's all right.

With a slight sigh of relief in his heart, an exclamation suddenly sounded, "Mu Jingchen!" Turning his head quickly, he saw Xia Yimo sitting on the bed as if he was about to cry, looking at him blankly.

She patted her face and soon ran barefoot. The boy frowned.

"I can't tell if it's a dream or not," Xia Yimo stretched out his hand and twisted it, Mu Jingchen raised his eyebrows, and said disgustedly: "It hurts!" ”

This girl, screw him to judge if it's a dream?!