Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

But now, he said "finally".

He finally wanted to give up, because of the baby in her belly? !

Chanel nodded: "Okay, you go out to rest, and I'll do it. Your wound can't touch the water, go and deal with it."

"It's okay." He smiled, "Your hand hurts too."

Chanel's right hand is injured, but after such a long time, the wound has healed and scabbed, and it is about to heal.

Chanel pushed Mu Xicheng and pushed him out of the kitchen. After a while, when she was picking up the dishes, she saw him come back, leaning against the kitchen door, staring at her.

Those eyes were warm, yet full of nostalgia and reluctance.

He looked at her so hard, as if he wanted to engrave her impression, keep it in his mind, and never forget it for the rest of his life.

Chanel was a little flustered by the look, she quickly turned her head and continued to be busy with the things in hand.

Even without turning her head, she seemed to be able to sense his gaze, staring at her and looking at her.

Mu Xicheng is really unusual.

Ever since she woke up from the coma, he's been weird... Maybe it's because of the baby.

Chanel bit her lower lip, tried her best to forget those two gazes, and didn't let herself think about it.

After a while, two bowls of steaming noodles were served on the table.

However, due to physical problems, Chanel gave the two very different weights. Mu Xicheng's weight was at least double that of hers, and she even added 2 poached eggs.

Mu Xicheng smiled lightly and said, "You think I'm a pig?"

"Eat more, you've lost weight."

Chanel originally answered casually, but felt the figure around her move, and Chanel quickly added: "You look too thin."

She didn't want him to know that she followed him.

It is true that she has lost weight, at least five or six catties recently.The already thin chin is even sharper, with particularly sharp lines.

At this time, it was already bright outside.

The dining table is in front of the wooden window.Some of the sunlight came in through the glass of the mirror, casting cross-shaped squares on the tablecloth.

The two sat facing each other, Mu Xicheng's face was a little pale, and it was brighter under the sun.

The light of November was strong but not warm, shining coldly on his eyebrows.

His hands were bandaged casually, and it seemed that he was having a little trouble using the chopsticks...

Chanel rolled up the noodles with the chopsticks, blew on them, and said to Mu Xicheng, "You can eat like this. In this way, your hands will be effortless, and it will be out of the soup, so it won't be so hot."

Mu Xicheng smiled: "I'm fine."

He glanced at her empty neck, and said slowly: "Xia Nai, I have a gift that is four years late for you."

As he spoke, he took out the sapphire blue brocade box that he had prepared earlier, and opened it. Inside lay a silver necklace, and the pendant was a pearl the size of a glass bullet.

Chanel was taken aback, pursed her lips and said, "Sorry, Mr. Mu, I..."

"Don't rush to refuse." Mu Xicheng put the box on the table, and said softly, "I want to tell you a story, after you listen to it, you can decide whether to want it, okay?"

Chanel definitely wouldn't want it, but since he said so, she had no choice but to nod: "Go ahead."

After finishing speaking, she still refused.

Mu Xicheng curled up his enchanting lips, and looked at the pearl:

"When people put sand into the clam's shell, the clam feels very uncomfortable, but is unable to spit the sand out, so the clam faces two choices: