Switzerland.

Private forest villa.

Lie on the European retro palace bed, Mu Meiling's thin-winged eyelids slid and her feather eyelids trembled slightly, slowly opening her eyes, moist and clear.

After looking around the room for a week, I could only see the moonlight sprinkled in from the window, and the rest was pitch black.

The moonlight shone on her slightly pale face. She is 45 years old and still looks so young and beautiful. She must have been well maintained.

A face that looks 7 points similar to Gu Jialing will only make people think they are sisters.

Mu Meiling felt a little thirsty, but there seemed to be no servant guarding her in the room. She stretched out her arms to cover the wound on her abdomen through the sheet, and struggled to get out of the bed.

Move to the edge of the bed, stretched out half of his body to grab the crystal pot on the bedside table. Because the movement was too big, the wound suddenly pulled and hurt, and he instinctively retracted.

The crystal kettle fell to the floor with a "bang!", and the kettle was splashed all over the floor without breaking water.

"Who made you move around? You will kiss and not call someone if you have a long mouth?" A sudden low roar came from the darkness, scaring Mu Meiling.

Looking at the source of the sound, you can vaguely see a vague black shadow sitting on the single sofa.

Shizi Hoffman sat on the sofa and watched her every move. He deliberately didn't speak up before just to see when this stubborn woman would be willing to call a servant.

Hearing the sound, Mu Meiling knew that the person in the dark was the master.

He said in a weak voice: "I thought the injury was not serious."

The other party seemed to be very angry and stood up and roared: "Is it not heavy to be killed? What is it heavy to be killed? Only if I die is heavy?"

Mu Meiling couldn't see his expression, but could only see a tall black shadow. She could clearly hear his breathing and roars, and she could guess that he was really angry.

Because only when he is really angry, his voice, whose vicissitudes of life will become thick and powerful, just like the voice of a young man.

Shi Zi walked towards the bed step by step, and even his walking pace was slow and powerful, symbolizing his arrogance.

The black shadow's lower trousers became much clearer under the moonlight. As he approached, he then walked out of the darkness.

The white shirt was open, revealing his strong and sexy chest and abdominal muscles, and then a face that was extremely inconsistent with his figure and those cold eyes like a night owl.

The man in his 60s is well maintained. Although he looks like he is in his 40s, his tall figure and strong muscles make it difficult for ordinary people to believe that he is already an old man in his 60s.

But the old man never exposed his chest and back in front of outsiders, so only Mu Meiling, who had followed him in the past, knew this, and she was no longer surprised.

I have heard that the master has been taking things from Johnson & Johnson to maintain such a good figure.

Shi Zi walked to the bed and raised her chin with a finger. She was born with a kingly aura and looked at her with a arrogant look.

"I'll ask you! Why don't you answer?"

Mu Meiling looked at him, as if she was muffled and kept silent.

After a while, he said lightly: "If you don't let me come to Switzerland, this won't happen."

Shi Zi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he increased the force of her fingers hooking her jaw: "Are you blaming me?"

Mu Meiling lowered her eyes and refused to look at him: "I dare not!"

Hearing this, the hand that hooked her chin suddenly changed to squinting her jaw: "There are things you dare not? I said you don't let me care about Gas's affairs, you insist on kicking it." He seemed even more angry at this point.

If she hadn't kept protecting that boy Gas, he wouldn't have driven her here in anger.

Speaking of this Mu Meiling, she was angry and aggrieved.

"Of course I have to take care of Gass as my son. Is there anyone who is like this? Gass is so smart, but you just want to bury him and not give him a chance to stand out. If you do something wrong, you will beat and scold him."

Speaking of this, Mu Meiling felt sorry for her son and couldn't help but blush her eyes. She thought that her son had finished all the college courses at the age of 18 and had already completed graduate studies at the age of 19, but as a father, he was not allowed to send him a diploma and was expelled by the school, which made everyone in the castle laugh at her son as a useless playboy.

As a mother, she didn't know how to defend her son. Now her son wants to do some business by herself, but was beaten by the master.

Now everyone in the castle knows that the old man hates the most is Gas, the one he is too lazy to care about is Anthers, and Geng Rui has become neglected now, and the most favored one is still the third lady Aisili.

This time she was intercepted and almost killed by the middle of the process. It is very likely that the third lady was the one who did it. The third lady almost killed her life several times, but every time the master came forward to block it, he always showed evidence to prove that it was the third lady who did it. After finally living a safe life for several years, it is now again.

"Since you don't like us mother and son, let us go. I will never tell outsiders about anything related to the Hoffman family..."

Mu Meiling struggled to avoid his confinement while talking about this, but accidentally pulled the wound and shrank her body in pain, and sweated coldly on her forehead.

Shi Zi's eyes flashed with a hint of heartache, took a breath and suppressed the anger in her chest, pressed the alarm bell at the head of the bed, turned on the light and then hugged her and lay down.

A cold voice rang in her ears: "It's been so old, do you still want to run?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Meiling smiled slightly, with resentment in her eyes: "I won't run away! You are over 60 years old and you will die in a few years."

"..." Shi Zi frowned: "You just want me to die? Do you think you can live if I die? Or do you think your useless ex-husband is still waiting for you to go back?"

"…..." Mu Meiling said nothing. Of course, she knew that for so many years, no one dared to touch her because of the protection of the master.

She said nothing, and Shi Zi growled even more angry: "I'm asking you! You can't forget him, right?"

Mu Meiling turned her face and refused to look at him. She and Gu Jinghua had not seen each other for a year, and he was already married. She felt guilty about Gu Jinghua and had no love at all.

"You don't need to worry about it. You can't forget your first wife and force me to be a substitute. Do you have to care about the person who has controlled me?"

"..." Shi Zi was angry, and his hands were clenched. The pain in his chest made him breathe unsteadily. She still couldn't forget the man after all.

The two of them said nothing more, and the air became stagnant and cold.

"Knock!" The sudden knock on the door was particularly harsh.

Soon the doctor came in and roughly helped Mu Meiling to check it. There was nothing serious. Because the doctor was a man, he had to ask the nurse to change the gauze.

The middle-aged doctor turned around and saw the master's stiff face. He held the glasses frame and said anxiously: "Master! Are you angry again?"

"..." Shi Zi glanced at him with a slight slight look at him without saying a word.
Chapter completed!