The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 138 How Can I Trust You

He actually saw Guo Moru wearing a white knee-length skirt, standing on tiptoe, stretching out her arms to hug Yan Shaohui. As for Yan Shaohui, he just stood there dryly without any reaction.

There was no reaction to this. It was neither acceptance nor rejection.

He let his hands hang naturally, allowing Guo Moru to hug him.

The people around were obviously shocked by Guo Moru's actions and had no time to react.

A cold light flashed in Mu Xin's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, and then fiercely threw a sharp ice cone at Yan Shaohui and Guo Moru.

Yan Shaohui was startled and quickly came back to his senses from his distracted state. He quickly reached out to push Guo Moru away, frowned and took a few steps back.

The ice cone shot towards them with a fierce momentum, but Yan Shaohui's reaction was fast enough to avoid the vital parts in time. However, the ice cone still hit his arm, and blood flowed out instantly.

Yan Shaohui clenched his teeth, endured the pain, and looked at the person who came with a frown.

"Yan Shaohui, are you reluctant to go home just to spend some time with this woman?" Mu Xin walked up to Yan Shaohui and asked him harshly, "You said I was shameless, but look at what you are doing now? Huh? You disappoint me so much!"

Then his hand rose and fell, and with a "slap" sound, Yan Shaohui's face was crooked by the wood firewood.

Mu Xin was shaking with anger. Shang Junming and the others wanted to persuade him, but they didn't know how. They could only watch and feel anxious.

Mu Xin sneered, pulled Yan Shaohui's collar off, and forced Yan Shaohui to look him in the eye. "Now it's a hug, what's next? Kiss? Or just make love? Hmm?"

Before Yan Shaohui could speak, he pushed Yan Shaohui away forcefully. Yan Shaohui staggered back a few steps and looked at Mu Xin with a complicated expression, "No..."

"You said that I still have feelings for Ming Xiche, but now I just treat him as a stranger. I know that I didn't give you enough sense of security. I reflect on myself and I apologize to you. But you should never use this woman to retaliate against me and hurt me! You make me feel that the relationship between you and me is extremely cheap! Do you know that?" Mu Xin said bitterly, his peach blossom eyes full of broken disappointment and sadness.

Seeing Mu Xin's dejected look, Yan Shaohui felt as if his heart was hit by a huge hammer. He stretched out his hand to hug Mu Xin, but Mu Xin dodged him. He only said three words - "I think it's dirty."

Each of these three words weighed as much as a thousand pounds, making Yan Shaohui breathless.

"Mu Xin, it's not what you think." Shang Junming finally mustered up the courage to be a peacemaker, "Today it's just that woman..." She was just making trouble! However, before Shang Junming finished speaking, Guo Moru had already walked straight to Mu Xin's side.

After Guo Moru walked in front of Mu Xin, tears sparkled in her beautiful eyes. She said softly, "Mu Xin, Shaohui really loves you. My hug was just between good friends... Don't think too much about it."

Hearing this, Mu Xin couldn't help but sneer and said in a cold tone: "Get lost. It's none of your business to interfere in what happens between him and me."

Guo Moru was startled by Mu Xin's action, but she soon regained her composure, walked up to Mu Xin again, and said gently: "Mu Xin, I know you are very angry now, but please believe me, Shaohui's feelings for you are real. The relationship between us is just friends, nothing else. I hope you can understand."

Mu Xin looked at Guo Moru in front of him, and the anger in his heart grew stronger.

He responded coldly: "Guo Moru, you don't need to explain anymore. Your relationship has nothing to do with me. I only care about his attitude towards me. Also, don't think I don't know what you are planning. Stay away from me!"

"Mu Xin, I really don't mean anything else. If you don't believe me, you can ask Shao Hui. I just don't want to see you break up because of a misunderstanding."

Mu Xin snorted disdainfully, then raised his hand to push Guo Moru away, "Mind your own business. You don't need to solve the problem between him and me."

Guo Moru lost balance and stumbled to the ground. Her expression suddenly became distorted with pain. Her voice became sharp as if she was riding a roller coaster. "My child! It hurts... My stomach hurts!"

Mu Xin frowned and looked at Guo Moru's painful face, feeling that she was acting.

Yan Shaohui was the first to react. He ran to Guo Moru and asked in a panic, "Are you okay?"

"I feel... my child is almost gone..." Guo Moru's face was pale, and she tightly held Yan Shaohui's hand, "I'm so scared, Shaohui, I'm so scared... This is the only thing he left for me, I can't live without him."

"Okay...we'll go to the treatment department now."

Then he picked up Guo Moru, whose skirt was already bleeding, and ran out.

Mu Xin was stunned and chased after him.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and finally followed them to the treatment department.

Yan Shaohui sent Guo Moru into the operating room, then sat on a chair with his hands supporting his forehead. The incandescent light above his head made it impossible to detect his facial expression.

He looks very quiet, but this kind of quietness makes it difficult to approach him.

Only Mu Xin sat next to Yan Shaohui at this time.

There was a chair between them, and the distance between the chairs was like a chasm, completely separating the two people.

"Guo Moru...is pregnant with her fiancé's child for three months." Yan Shaohui said as if with a sigh.

"She told me that a week before she met you, her fiancé was besieged by zombies while trying to find food for her and her baby. Not even a crumb was left. She was lost in this world full of zombies and didn't know where to go. It was your appearance that gave her a place to return to in her heart."

Mu Xin frowned, "Pregnant? She never told me."

Mu Xin recalled that for such a long time, Guo Moru did not behave like an expectant mother at all. Whether it was the rapid running when she escaped with him, or the morning sickness that all pregnant women have... he had never seen it in Guo Moru.

"Really?" Yan Shaohui sneered, and looked at Mu Xin with his narrow eyes, "How can I trust you?"

After all, you hate Guo Moru so much.

I wish she would die immediately.