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Qingsheng knew that she was a little anxious. She was so ashamed that she couldn't say anything more. She invited the doctor into the room. Mu Yifan is already lying on the bed, pressing on his waist and howling in a low voice. He looks as miserable as he can be. Mu Jin saw that he pretended to be so energetic that she couldn't see it. She turned around and went to bed with xun'er and Huaixin. Barefoot doctor opened Mu Yifan's clothes and inspected all parts of his body. There were no serious injuries except for some bruises on his hands and feet. However, Mu Yifan was very miserable. Barefoot doctor's medical skills are not very good, looking at his appearance, the heart also has no bottom, can not help but frown. Qingsheng sees his appearance of deep hatred, and can't help but feel tight in his heart. He holds Mu Xi tightly and looks at Mu Yifan. His eyes are full of worries.”How is he, doctor?” It's not really disabled, right? With a bitter face on my birthday, how can I feel sad. The barefoot doctor did not speak. He pressed Mu Yifan twice on his waist and legs. His strength was so great that Mu Yifan howled and his tears came out.

”I think I hurt my internal organs.” The barefoot doctor said definitely, ”I'll give you medicine first. I'll fry it tonight. I'll send it to the best hospital in the city early tomorrow morning. I'll find a good doctor to show him. Now, I hope he can make it through tonight.”

When Qingsheng heard this, he staggered dizzily and almost fainted. If Mu Xi didn't hold him tightly, he would fall to the ground. After listening to the doctor's words, Mu Yifan was angry and wanted to scold people when he saw that he was celebrating his birthday. What a nonsense doctor? If you can't see anything wrong, don't talk nonsense. Is this to scare people to death? On her birthday, she pressed half a force on Mu Xi's body, and then she managed to stand still. Her face was bloody and her lips were wriggling. She didn't say a word for a long time, but her eyes were red. When Mu Yifan looks at him like this, he can't help but he is pretending to be injured and can't go to comfort him. He can only watch him in a hurry and complain more about barefoot doctor, the quack

”Am, don't worry. Dad will be OK. The roof is not too high. How could someone fall to death?” Mu Xi held his birthday hand and comforted him.

After nodding at her birthday, she forced Daji to go with the doctor to get the medicine, and then asked Jinyu and Nianhua to take Mu Xi to bed. Then she closed the door and leaned against the door with silent tears.

Mu Yifan was so distressed that he got up from the bed and walked over with difficulty. He held his birthday in his arms. ”Don't cry. It's me that's not good. I'm sorry for you. Don't cry...” He wiped his tears with his sleeve, patted him on the back strangely, and comforted him softly.

The sentence ”sorry” made the birthday cry even more fierce, reaching out and pounding Mu Yifan's chest, as if to cry out all the grievances.

Mu Yifan was even more flustered. He wiped his tears with his sleeve, just like a child who had made a mistake. He prayed: ”don't cry. I'm wrong. It's all my fault. You can beat me or scold me. Don't cry any more. It will hurt your eyes Br >

last night, he didn't wear a lot of dirty clothes last night. Maybe he didn't have a lot of dust on his clothes.

Looking at his flustered face and helpless appearance, he wanted to laugh, but his smile was not serious. He said with a straight face: ”aren't you going to die? How can I get out of bed? ”

”My daughter-in-law, I was wrong, you forgive me.”

As soon as he heard about the birthday celebration, he knew that he was not so seriously hurt. He glared at him, swung his fist on his stomach, took advantage of his pain to let go, turned around and left. This heartless guy cheated him, causing him to shed so many tears in vain. Mu Yifan covered his stomach in pain. Looking at the birthday celebration pitifully, he begged: ”daughter-in-law, pain...”

”I deserve it.” Qingsheng roared fiercely and cheated him. He dared to pretend to be pitiful in front of him. He should step on his feet more and trample him to death here. Mu Yifan has no choice but to smile and make his daughter-in-law angry. The daughter-in-law doesn't love him any more.

He rubbed his sore stomach and followed him. Looking at the birthday party, he wanted to climb on the bed. However, he was kicked away by the birthday party, ”what do you want to do? Get the hell out of here. ”

”Daughter in law, I'm so sleepy...” Mu Yifan kneels beside the bed, pathetic.

”What is it to do with me?” Qingsheng was still angry about his cheating. He didn't want to see him for half a minute. He turned over to face the wall and put on the quilt to go to bed. Mu Yifan sighed silently. It seems that there is no way to climb into his wife's bed tonight.

He sat down on the carpet and looked at the birthday celebration wrapped in the quilt with soft eyes. He said, ”birthday celebration, last night's things are all my fault. I should not distrust you and question you. I know that you teach those children, and you certainly don't mean to make trouble in the village, but really do good for them. If you really want to open a school in the village, we will discuss it together, Let me tell the elders of my family... ”

”What do you say?” Hearing this, Qingsheng couldn't help looking back at his eyes. His eyes were full of tears, but he still wanted to say, ”are you stupid? That's against the etiquette. If you do that, your career will be over. ”

”What is not etiquette?” Mu Yifan sneered, ”there are so many women in the world who read books, learn to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Some big cities and towns hold flower appreciation parties, and recommend women with both talent and beauty In fact, we all like people who are both talented and beautiful. In this case, why is it forbidden to set up Shuanger women's school? ”

”Hum!” ”You guys are just saying that a woman without talent is virtue, and on the other hand, you want to marry a wife who is both talented and beautiful, who can write poems and paintings with yourself