Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Hijacking Mu Haitang screamed again, and then the whole person fell back. Mu Haitang took advantage of the neutral position and climbed to Leng Shaoxuan. Her hands were tied and she could only look up and down helplessly at Leng Shaoxuan. Leng Shaoxuan's face was pale and abnormal, but he still gave Mu Haitang a reassuring smile.

The police have acted quickly, the gunman with gunshot wounds has been firmly controlled, and two others have been sent to the police car.

The ambulance also drove in directly from the muddy path, and paramedics came down with a stretcher. A beautiful young policeman came up and untied Mu Haitang. He asked her gently, "Miss, are you okay?"

Mu Haitang just nodded perfunctorily because he was worried about the safety of Leng Shaoxuan.

The policeman glanced between mu Haitang and Leng Shaoxuan and asked, "are you a couple?"

Mu Haitang tearful, too late to think, blurted out, "husband and wife."

The policeman nodded, then comforted, "then you go to the hospital with your husband first. When the situation stabilizes, we'll take a statement."

Mu Haitang nodded absently, then followed Leng Shaoxuan's stretcher into the ambulance.

Leng Shaoxuan fainted without pain. Therefore, he kept looking at Mu Haitang and didn't leave her.

"You'll be fine," cried Mu Haitang. "We're at the hospital."

At this moment, Mu Haitang's feelings that had been hidden for a long time broke out. Just like the flood burst the dike, she no longer cared about any harm and forgiveness. There was only one thought in her mind. She only hoped Leng Shaoxuan would get better, and even hoped that the injured person was herself.

Leng Shaoxuan held Mu Haitang's hand and said in a low voice, "don't leave me. I really know I'm wrong. I love you."

Mu Haitang broke down when she heard the last three words, but she is now in the ambulance. There are two strange paramedics sitting beside her. She can't let her emotions be too intense, so she tried to hold back and cry.

Leng Shaoxuan wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but his hand was limited and could only say painfully, "don't cry, otherwise my heart will hurt more than my wound."

Mu Haitang burst into tears and smiled angrily. "When did you learn to talk sweet. And you're joking at this time."

Leng Shaoxuan smiled incomparably brightly, as if he was not lying on the first aid stretcher now. "I know myself without a teacher. When I really fall in love with someone, these words will come out from my heart. They are not sweet words, but a promise made with my life."

Mu Haitang was so sad that he could only lower his head and didn't want the ambulance staff to see the expression on his face. However, although the other two ambulance personnel did not understand their words, they could guess nine times out of ten of their words from the expressions on the faces of the husband and wife. Therefore, they consciously turned their faces in different directions, but the corners of their mouths bent upward. After all, such a sweet picture was rarely encountered in their daily work.

They rushed all the way to the hospital. After Leng Shaoxuan was pushed into the operating room, Mu Haitang waited anxiously outside the door. Although she knew that the dagger was inserted into Leng Shaoxuan's body after it deviated from the direction, she still couldn't stop worrying.