Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 318
He was able to do things like changing hairpins and turning heads!

Zhuang Muchi couldn't laugh or cry, looking at this child who had been disguised since he was a child, he felt sorry for Yun Zhuohua walking the rivers and lakes as a man, and at the same time spurned Yun Fufeng for wronging his daughter so much for his own self-interest.

She also thought of the boudoir of her daughter's house that she worked so hard to decorate with joy, and was overthrown and redecorated by Cang Yu, and she began to feel sorry for Yun Zhuohua again.

She wished she could hold Yun Zhuohua in her arms, so as to comfort her.

But in view of what Yun Zhuohua said just now, Zhuang Muchi had no choice but to hold back his joyful mood and temporarily conceal her true identity.

At the same time, Yun Zhuohua's current body and the overall situation of Changle City are the most important.

Thinking that Yun Zhuohua is a daughter's family, Zhuang Muchi couldn't hide his surging mood, and the smile on the corner of his lips couldn't be suppressed, but when she pressed her finger on Yun Zhuohua's pulse again Suddenly, his face darkened again.

The longer it took to feel the pulse, the more ugly Zhuang Muchi's face became.

"Aunt Zhuang, what's the problem?" Even if Zhuang Mu didn't say anything, just by the change in her face, Yun Zhuohua probably knew that his situation was not optimistic.

But along the way, especially in the past few days, she obviously felt that she was as light as a swallow, and she was better than ever.

The qi is evened out, the body is not weak, and I can even eat more than usual.

When practicing kung fu in the morning, the fists she used were also full of strength. She thought that she was no worse than the master Sun Zenian at all.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like she can make Zhuang Muchi show such an expression.

But why did Zhuang Muchi look at her with such a mournful expression?
Yun Zhuohua gently pulled his wrist out from under Zhuang Muchi's fingers, and she slowly lowered the rolled-up sleeve to cover that slender wrist.

The place where the last sleeve fell was exactly where Yun Zhuohua had a scar from being strangled by the hemp rope.

Cangyu had prepared the box of ointment for Yun Zhuohua, it was really miraculous, but after applying it once, there was only a faint trace left, if you don't look carefully, it is not easy to find.

It's just a pity that the medicine box was left on the roof of the inn.

Zhuang Muchi's hand was empty, and her three fingers that were pressing Yun Zhuohua's pulse suddenly dropped down.

Now that he has detected Yun Zhuohua's pulse, Zhuang Muchi also knows that it is useless to talk too much at this time, but he has been faintly uneasy since yesterday, although now it is not the worst.

But the original wish has now become an extravagant wish, making her feel cold.

"I promised your mother that I would do my best to get rid of the poison on your body. No matter what, I will never give up, so don't give up either."

Zhuang Muchi forced a smile in front of Yun Zhuohua, and gently patted the back of Yun Zhuohua's hand with her hand. The soft fingertips and the freezing temperature made Yun Zhuohua feel a little unbearable.

It seems that Yun Zhuohua's physical condition is not optimistic.

Yun Zhuohua slowly showed a smile on his face, "Aunt Zhuang may have forgotten that since I came here, I naturally came to detoxify, so why would I give up lightly? Aunt Zhuang You can rest assured."

"But there is one thing, Aunt Zhuang, please promise me."

(End of this chapter)