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Chapter 240 Meeting, He Pushed Her Away (32)

"Isn't it bitter?" Bo Huan asked helplessly.

Mu Han stared at her deeply and nodded slightly.

bitter!
Bo Huan almost didn't laugh, and quickly fed him water, "Take the medicine and lie down for a while."

Thinking that Bo Huan was going to leave, Mu Hanchen suddenly grabbed her hand and shook his head: "Don't go!"

Bo Huan put the water glass aside and covered him with a quilt: "I won't leave, I will stay here with you."

"Really?" Mu Han held her fingers timidly, his dark eyes were shining, and he looked extraordinarily cute.

"Of course!" Bo Huan smiled, she finally knew who inherited Mu Bao's paranoid and cuteness.

Hearing Bo Huan's words, Mu Han quietly closed his eyes, but held onto Bo Huan's hand and refused to let go.

Maybe he was really tired, and in less than 5 minutes, he heard the man's gentle breathing.

Bo Huan took away the coat at the side, and suddenly a lot of things fell out of it and spread out on the ground.

There was drawing paper, withered flowers, and a bunch of broken balloons.

Seeing these things, Bo Huan was slightly startled, and looked at Gu Ying: "What are these? Why did Mu Han put them in his pocket?"

Bo Huan said while opening the drawing paper.

The moment I opened it, I was a little dazed.

There are her portraits on the white paper.

There are those who are asleep, those who are in a daze, those who are smiling, and those who are angry...

There are too many, the similarity with her is as high as 90.00%.

Seeing Bo Huan's astonishment, Gu Ying reminded in a low voice: "Young Master Mu drew this today, I didn't do anything, I just painted..."

"There are also these flowers and balloons, because Ms. Bo specially prepared them, so Young Master Mu won't let any of them touch them."

Bo Huan flipped through the drawing paper, unable to speak.

He couldn't see her, so he could draw so many expressions of her just by imagination?

How familiar do you have to be with her?
"So, it was also because you were painting me that you accidentally hurt your hand?"

Gu Ying nodded: "Probably... I love Miss Bo too much!"

Bo Huan couldn't refute this answer.

Mu Hanchen himself admitted that he loves her!

Bo Huan stared at Mu Hanchen for a few seconds, then looked up at Gu Ying, and said softly, "Mu Bao was still sleeping when I came here today, Xuxu is with you, you can arrange for someone to take Mu Bao home. "

Her body had almost recovered, and when Mu Hanshen woke up, they went back directly.

"Yes, Miss Bo." Gu Ying nodded respectfully, turned and left the private room.

The room became quiet, and Bo Huan's eyes fell on Mu Han's pale and handsome face.

The man seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his eyes were closed, his eyeballs rolled restlessly, and there was cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

He seemed to be dreaming, and it was still a bad dream!
"Mu Hanshen." Bo Huan leaned forward, slid his fingertips across his wrinkled eyebrows, and said softly, "It's okay, I'll be by your side, sleep peacefully."

Hearing Bo Huan's voice, Mu Han's tense body slowly relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

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Two hours later, Mu Hanchen woke up from the nightmare.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the room was pitch black.

He moved a bit, only to find that there was another person lying beside him, his petite body huddled into a ball, and the familiar fragrance from his body spread to the sensory world.

Realizing who it was, Mu Hanshen's body stiffened immediately, and his face lost all color.

Mu Han's heavy movements woke up Bo Huan, and he slowly raised his head.

In the dark night, seeing the man sitting up, Bo Huan straightened up, checked the temperature on his forehead, and said softly, "Fortunately, the fever has subsided."

Hearing Bo Huan's voice, Mu Hanchen didn't even dare to breathe hard, his mind was full of scenes of her lying on the operating table covered in blood.

"Mu Han..."

Just as Bo Huan was about to speak, Mu Hanchen suddenly pushed her away and stumbled into the bathroom.

With a "bang", the door was locked.

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Go to work first, come back at night and write some more.

(End of this chapter)