Chapter 1219 Mu Lianjue, You Should Die (1)

Mu Wanrou was brought back to her senses, she turned around in a daze, her eyes fell on the pillow in the nurse's arms.

It was a soft white pillow.

Mu Wanrou's pupils dilated for an instant, and then rushed over in ecstasy, almost snatching the pillow from the nurse's arms.

"My child, my child, my baby..."

The moment Mu Wanrou hugged the pillow, her whole body restrained her sharpness in an instant, a maternal tenderness appeared on her face, and her brows and eyes became gentle.

"Baby... woo woo woo, Mommy misses you so much..."

The medical staff behind them glanced at each other, taking advantage of this moment, rushed forward and quickly gave her a dose of tranquilizer.

Mu Wanrou shuddered violently, then rolled her eyes, and her whole body went limp.

Several doctors and nurses jointly carried her to bed, then went out and locked the door.

From the beginning to the end, Mu Yazhe didn't have any expression on his face, he just looked at the crazy woman coldly, under the effect of the tranquilizer, with a quiet appearance.

But still clinging tightly to the pillow in his arms, he didn't let go.

There is no doubt that people have gone crazy.

At first, he wondered if she was playing some trick, pretending to be crazy with him!

However, now, it has been convinced!

This woman is completely insane!

Moreover, it is not lightly crazy! ?

What was the stimulus?

Min Yu responded to his doubts: "According to the attending doctor, because the patient lived in fear for a long time, he suffered a heavy blow overnight, so that he developed a serious mental disorder."

That day, after Mu Wanrou woke up, she learned that her child could not be kept, she had lost it, and the uterus had been removed.

It's not easy to have a child, but losing it has caused quite a painful stimulus to Mu Wanrou, so much so that she has some self-harm behaviors.

After she came out of the operating room, her condition became more and more unstable, and she kept screaming for a child, fearing that she could not accept the pain of losing a child at all.

Poor, but hateful!

Mu Yazhe turned around slowly, and was about to leave, but at the end of the corridor, he saw a figure.

At the end of the corridor, Mu Lianjue was leaning on a cane, supported by others, against the light, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Mu Yazhe was startled for a while, and then, coldness and hatred appeared in his eyes, he raised his face, and strode towards him!

When he walked in front of Mu Lianjue, Mu Yazhe stood still, lowered his head coldly, and looked down at him, but his face was full of coldness!

"Mu Si!"

As soon as he spoke, his voice sounded like a thousand-foot ice cellar, frozen thousands of miles away.

This call, he called Qi Musi directly, but he didn't intend to give him any face!

Mu Lianjue trembled slightly, raised his head, and looked at him.

In the next second, Mu Yazhe shot out violently, his powerful and generous palms grabbed his throat so hard that he could almost faintly hear the groans of several fragile joints.

Mu Lianjue was caught off guard by his abrupt strike, and the cane in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

Mu Yazhe grabbed his throat, pushed hard, and pressed his whole body against the wall!

Mu Lianjue didn't even have time to react, he restrained him with one hand, backed up a few meters, his back collided coldly with the wall, making a violent noise.