Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 178: To save the man from trouble (1)
He Liancheng glanced at the jug, but didn't reach out to take it, "No need, just come here for whatever you want, don't worry about me."

Mu Xiang knew what he meant, but it was better to drink some wine than to suffer calmly, why should she be so cruel to herself.

She handed the jug a little more, her tone could not be refused, "I have to drink it, hurry up, don't be verbose, if you don't drink it, I will pour it for you."

The jug was already close to his mouth, which seemed a bit tough.

He Liancheng actually wanted to refuse, but he didn't want Mu Xiang to make things difficult.

I had no choice but to take the jug, and when I raised my head, most of the jug was about to bottom out soon.

"Okay, okay, don't finish the drink," Mu Xiang hurriedly snatched the flagon over, took a mouthful, and sprayed it on the wound on He Liancheng's arm.

He Liancheng's mouth twitched, but soon, the piercing pain in the wound grabbed all his attention.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing that his face turned blue from pain, Mu Xiang talked to him while preparing to disinfect the needles and threads.

He Liancheng shook his head with difficulty, "Just wait until you recover, but aren't you afraid?"

Mu Xiang stared at his wound, a little absent-minded, "It's okay, it's similar to killing chickens at home with me, those internal organs are much more terrifying than yours, and I cleaned up all of them, hey, you are so drunk without?"

She looked up at his face, and found that it was gradually glowing red, and she knew that the alcohol was coming, but it didn't seem to be much.This person must have a good capacity for alcohol, but there is only one pot of wine in her house, otherwise he must be drunk.

He Liancheng did feel a little drunk, his body warmed up, and his heart also swayed.So I didn't care about Muxiang's injury, comparing it to killing a chicken.

In his eyes, only Mu Xiang's eyes full of water can be seen, so beautiful, so clear, but they seem to be so deep that they can suck people in.

He Liancheng didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly.

At this moment, some inexplicable breath passed between the two.

By observing his face, Mu Xiang could vaguely guess his state at the moment.Trying to get his attention, she talked to him as she stitched up the wound.

"Well, I heard that you are from the capital, how many people are there in your family?" It was pure chatter, without any intention of prying into other people's secrets.At the same time, the sterilized sewing needle had penetrated He Liancheng's flesh.

"Hmm..." A small muffled hum escaped from He Liancheng's throat.

He understood Mu Xiang's intention, so he answered her according to her words.But the expression on his face was very strange.

"I have a lot of family and few relatives."

Mu Xiang pursed her moist mouth and continued to move her hands, "What do you mean by many and few? Don't the people in your family count as your relatives? Or, do you have a bad relationship with them?"

He Liancheng had already adapted to the pain, "Well, if you're not close relatives, how can you be considered relatives? My only relative is my mother. Unfortunately, she is no longer here, so I have no relatives."

Beads of sweat on his forehead had already wet his back, and after he finished speaking, he looked down at the woman who was squatting in front of him, who did not hesitate to strike.I have to say, this girl is really ruthless, she really sewed his arms as clothes, and her hands don't tremble, maybe she's used to it?

It's not that Mu Xiang didn't feel his probing gaze, but she couldn't stop the movement of her hands. Such a long wound requires several stitches!
However, she also understood the meaning of He Liancheng's previous words.

She also knows a little bit about the stories in the mansion.Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?

It's not jealousy, it's intrigue, scheming and scheming, it's just for fame and profit.

To put it bluntly, when a person dies, the lights go out, he walks on Huangquan Road, drinks Meng Po soup, all the troubles and entanglements in the previous life will eventually turn into a puff of green smoke and disappear, and he will never be seen again.

Seeing that she didn't speak, He Liancheng was at a loss, "That...you look a lot like my mother, hiss..."

What he said really deserves a beating, and anyone who hears it will be upset.

Mu Xiang's displeasure was reflected in the strength of her subordinates. Even He Liancheng, a tough man, couldn't take it even if he poked it down with a single needle!

"It turns out that I am so old in your eyes, alas, I am aging before I get old, and you are talking about me," Mu Xiang's tone was also very angry with internal injuries.

He Liancheng realized belatedly, his handsome face rarely showed a suspicious red, "I didn't mean you are old, I didn't mean that, I was talking about feeling, not other things, you are still so young, how could it be! "

His clumsy explanation and the anxious look in his eyes caught him more than the pain in his arm.

It was rare to see him looking helpless and anxious, Mu Xiang watched and couldn't help laughing, "Here, your arm is sewn up, don't move around, I'll give you some medicine and bandage it again, just OK."

Just as he was in a hurry to explain the kung fu, Mu Xiang had already finished the last stitch, and her attention was diverted, and the piercing pain seemed to have eased a lot.

He Liancheng looked down at the wound that looked a bit like a centipede, and wondered: "You sewed my wound up like this, shouldn't this thread stay in my hand?"

Mu Xiang put away her needlework, looked at his depressed appearance, and wanted to tease him, "Yes, don't you think this looks pretty? Do you want to add another button?"

He Liancheng's surprised look, after catching the mischievous look in her eyes, changed again and again, and finally turned into an inscrutable smile, "Whatever you want, anyway, it's what you want to see in the future, I don't care."

Mu Xiang froze for a moment, "What do I want to see, your arm, why should I look at it, I don't know why!"

He Liancheng didn't continue this topic. Before the time came, he was afraid that talking too much would scare her.

However, General Helian ignored a very important key issue - Mu Xiang is not an ordinary girl, her heart is absolutely strong.

He An was outside, helping Wu Qing to clean up the wound, and the herbal medicine was also prepared.

While Mu Xiang was bandaging He Liancheng, He An knocked on the door, and after getting permission from his master, he came in with the medicine.

Mu Xiang stepped aside and stretched her waist, "Since you're here, I'll leave the rest to you. He might have a fever at night, so call me if there's anything else. I'll go to bed first."

(End of this chapter)