Devil Young Master Infatuated With Wife

Weiwei immediately buried her face in her arms and cried, "Auntie, quickly save daddy! Blood! There's so much blood! Hurry up and save daddy! Otherwise, he'll ignore me! I'm so scared! I'm so afraid that he'll ignore me …"

With his arms tightly wrapped around Weiwei, Mo Xiaozhu's gaze fell on the man standing to the side. There was no light in the room, only the faint light coming from outside the window illuminated his body, but he could clearly see the blood on Shuijun's chest. Holding Weiwei, Mo Xiaozhu reached out to turn on the light switch, "Shua".

"Daddy …" Weiwei looked at Shui Junyu, whose chest was covered in blood, and was so scared that her face turned pale.

Mo Xiaozhu stretched out her hand to feel the breath of the Waterlord. It was warm, but he was still alive.

When her gaze fell on him again, she was immediately stunned by his injuries.

It was a gunshot wound.

"Who fired the gun?"

Weiwei sobbed, "Daddy..." Daddy doesn't … "Don't let me say it."

Forget it, don't make things difficult for the child. She was already frightened, "Don't be afraid. With auntie here, Daddy will be fine."

Mo Xiaozhu found the phone of Shui Junyu first, then called An Feng. He calmly said to An Feng, "An Feng, he's injured, shot and wounded. You came to that villa in the suburbs. Did you know that?"

An Feng was surprised. "I know. He often goes there. I'll go there immediately."

After putting down the phone, Mo Xiaozhu carried Weiwei to the next room. Sure enough, there was a medical kit there, and nothing had changed. Mo Xiaozhu put Weiwei beside him, took a pair of horses from the medical kit, and carefully cut off Shuijun Yu's jacket.

When she finally saw the bloody wound, she let out a breath. Luckily, it wasn't a fatal wound, otherwise, he would have long since been dead.

He lit up the alcohol lamp and sterilized the scalpel in his hand. Mo Xiaozhu was about to make her move when Weiwei suddenly said in surprise, "Daddy is awake. Look, he's watching you, Auntie."

Mo Xiaozhu's gaze was fixated on Shui Junyu's wound. As soon as Weiwei spoke, she subconsciously looked up and saw Shui Junyu's eyes. Sure enough, he was looking at her. Her lips moved, and she spoke in a low voice, "You want to remove the bullet?"

"Mm, if you don't believe me, I can make 110 calls for you now. Also, An Feng is about to arrive." But she knew that the longer the injury dragged on, the slower it would heal, so she might as well take out the bullet earlier. She had been in the hospital for five years, and she had also been a volunteer there for five years.

He pursed his lips as his eyes lit up. After which, he said in a low voice, "Alright, go ahead."

"Do you want to bite something?" He had always thought that the other party had fainted. In the end, it was highly likely that the other party was still conscious. However, he had only just opened his eyes now.

"No …" "With..."

Anyhow, it was him who was in pain, not her.

Checking all his preparations, Mo Xiaozhu calmly glanced at the wound again. Immediately, the scalpel in his hand accurately fell on the man's flesh …

The corner of her clothes was tightly grasped by Weiwei. She was scared out of her wits.

However, the man under the scalpel didn't even make a sound. He just quietly lied on the carpet, as if he was enjoying a massage.

His black eyes stared fixedly at the busy Mo Xiaozhu as the corner of his mouth gradually lifted into a slight curve. He actually smiled at such a time.

The bullet landed on the ground along with the blood. Mo Xiaozhu finally felt relieved. She felt the sweat on her forehead was about to drip. She raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her forehead. When she looked up, she saw Shui Junyu smiling.

It was a very demonic smile.

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Yes."

"Alright, then I'll bandage it for you." He really was made of iron. Since he wasn't afraid of pain, she didn't need to be careful. How tired was she?

The thin powder evenly sprinkled on his wounds, then she took the gauze and wrapped it around his wounds. In that instant, she really didn't care if he was in pain or not.

"Auntie, can you be a bit more gentle?" Just as she was about to wrap the gauze slowly, a small hand tugged at the corner of her clothes. "Auntie, Daddy will hurt. It will really hurt." Weiwei's heart ached.

Mo Xiaozhu realized that she had made a mistake. She shouldn't have let her child see such a scene, "Weiwei, don't worry. Auntie will be more gentle. Go watch TV. Your dad's wound will be treated soon."

"No need, I want to stay with dad." Weiwei was so stubborn that she didn't want to leave. She stared at Shui Junyu with her big eyes. "Daddy, does it hurt?" She placed her small hand on Shui Junyu's face and said, "Auntie said she'll be lighter. If you're in pain, just bite Weiwei's finger, okay?" As he spoke, he placed his pinky next to Shui Junyu's lips.

Her white fingers were transparent, but they were still so small. Mo Xiaozhu frowned and said to Shuijun Wang, "Let her watch the TV."

"No, she's used to it."

Shui Junyu's words were very soft, as if he was speaking into the air. However, they caused Mo Xiaochu's body to shudder. "What habit do you have?" Was Weiwei already used to this kind of scene?

"Heh, I'm fine." Shui Junyu closed his smiling eyes slowly, "Weiwei, dad will sleep for a while, just for a while. Stay here with auntie, and let Uncle An send you home when he arrives."

"No! I want to stay here with dad! I don't want to leave!"

"Good boy, listen to father, I'm tired." Shui Junyu couldn't even keep his eyes open. It was already a miracle that he could still speak so much after being shot and then taking out the bullets.

Mo Xiaozhu reached out to hug Weiwei, "Here, auntie will carry you."

"No, I don't want you to carry me. I don't want to go with you. I want to stay with dad. I don't want to go home. I don't want to see Mommy. It's her. She left …"

"Weiwei, shut up." Shui Junyu was clearly about to fall asleep, but now he actually closed his eyes and shouted at Weiwei.

But, Weiwei's words clearly meant something. Mo Xiaozhu glanced at the bullets on the ground, and her heart raced, "Weiwei, did your mom fire the gun?"

Weiwei's little mouth opened, but before she could say anything, Shuijun Yu said, "You promised Father."

Weiwei's nose twitched, and she lowered her head. "Okay, I won't say it, but I don't want to go home." Tears of grievance flowed down his face, and his face looked like a kitten's.

Mo Xiaozhu's heart ached. She saw and didn't dare to be too intimate with Weiwei. She really couldn't control Shuijun. After thinking for a while, she asked tentatively, "Why don't you go to Auntie's house?"

"No, no, I want to be with Daddy, where Daddy is, where I am." He wasn't sure if it was because of fear or not, but the more the little guy cried, the fiercer he became. He was just trying his best not to cry.

Looking at Weiwei, Mo Xiaozhu was still worried about Qiangqiang, leaving a child at home. However, she couldn't bear to part with Weiwei, so she gritted her teeth and waited for An Feng to arrive before deciding.

"Come, let auntie hug you. Uncle An will be here soon."

The man was quiet now. This time, he seemed to have really fallen asleep, the even sound of breathing resounded in the room, his expression was very bad, Mo Xiaozhu frowned, she really couldn't figure out the relationship between Shui Junyu and Yuan Run Qing, he probably loved Yuan You Qing very much, so even if Yuan You Qing shot him, he would endure it, how much love would he need?

However, that kind of woman was not worth his suffering. What a malicious woman, not only did she do it to him that time, but now she had actually done it to her own husband as well.

Mo Xiaozhu's heart was as excited as it could be. This was the first time she was so close to her daughter, and even after smelling Weiwei's scent, she was very excited, "Good girl, don't cry, your dad will be fine, maybe he'll be fine after a nap. Good girl, if you're tired, go to sleep, auntie will accompany you."

Weiwei was still crying.

His hand lightly patted Weiwei's back. Mo Xiaozhu hummed the lullaby that he had sung countless times to the strong guys before, "Feng'er Qingqing, Yue'er Mingming, the leaves cover the windows …"

The sleeping Weiwei was very quiet, just like a little kitten. Mo Xiaozhu didn't want to let go of Weiwei, so she just wanted to hug her like this all the time, but, just when there were only three people breathing quietly in the room, her phone suddenly rang at this moment. She was really afraid of waking up Shuijun and Weiwei.

She was afraid of waking Shui Junyu and Weiwei up.

She had forgotten that Qiang Qiang was at home alone …

Weiwei moved in her arms and went back to sleep. As for Shui Junyu on the bed, he really fell asleep without any reaction.

That was the happiest half hour for Mo Xiaozhu. She stayed by her daughter's side with her face close to her daughter's face. It wasn't until An Feng entered the room that she was jolted awake.

"Did you deal with the young master's injuries?"

"Ah …" Mo Xiaozhu stared blankly at her before looking away from her face. Raising his head to face An Feng, he said, "Yes, I've taken care of it."

"Then I will send Miss Mo back."

"No need, I'll go back by myself." Mo Xiaozhu knew that he would never be reluctant to see Weiwei again. Otherwise, if anyone could see through her feelings for Weiwei, then they would definitely find out about her true identity.

"No, we can't get a taxi around here. I'll drive you there."

Glancing down at Weiwei, she shook her head. "There's really no need. I can go back by myself."

"How about I take you to a place where you can call a car?" An Feng said worriedly, "It's really not easy to take a taxi around here. I didn't run into any cars on the way here."