I just want to pamper you

Chapter 280
And...he's married.

The woman in the hospital gown curled her legs and huddled in the corner of the bed, as if she had thought of something she shouldn't have thought about. She buried her head between her knees, and her thin body couldn't help trembling slightly.

She is actually in the same situation as that Miss Xu, but it is much worse.

They were all tormented by that strange illness. The difference was that she was fighting against this difficult illness all by herself, while that Miss Xu had someone to accompany her and someone to help her...

And that person is, in her opinion, the best man in the world.

But no matter how good it is, it doesn't belong to her anymore.

*
the other side.

Xiao Qiyan stared at the darkened phone screen for a long while, then suddenly, his gaze fell to Mu Junting who was on the side.

"Milan..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted forcefully by the man, "Unless I have to, I don't want to use that woman."

"Just because she is related to Tang Yin?" Xiao Qiyan couldn't help but frowned, "Now is not the time to shy away from these things."

"I don't need her for now."

"But Mi Lan is already on her way to Haishi, she booked the plane ticket for tonight..."

"Help me entertain her. After she's finished playing in Haishi, send her back."

"..."

Before Xiao Qiyan could say anything, Mu Junting got up and left.

His thoughts are unfathomable, no one can guess him, but the only certainty is that he will not do anything harmful to Xu Miaomiao.

Perhaps Mi Lan is the best first-level psychiatrist, but she is not the most suitable psychiatrist for Xu Miaomiao.

Xiao Qiyan felt that Mu Junting's worries were longer-term than ordinary people, and his decision did not need to be questioned.

*
It was already midnight when Mu Junting returned to Dijing No. 1.

In the hall, the bright lights were still on, and Mrs. Li was still awake, waiting for him to come back.

When Mu Junting was still changing shoes at the entrance, Mrs. Li hurried over to greet her.

She reported Xu Miaomiao's situation to Mu Junting in detail, "My wife just got up this afternoon and ate half a bowl of rice, but... she vomited later, and she returned to her room at three o'clock in the afternoon She hasn't come out until now, I have knocked on the door, and she answered every time, but she didn't open the door."

The man hummed lightly, handed the suit jacket hanging on his arm to Aunt Li, and then walked upstairs.

After standing at the door of the bedroom for a long time, finally, I couldn't help but took the key from Mrs. Li and inserted it.

The movement is very light, and there is almost no sound.

But the moment he opened the door, Xu Miaomiao, who was lying on the bed, subconsciously tensed up.

The hand hidden under the quilt tightly gripped the sheet with her fingertips, but she never opened her eyes.

In the darkness, I felt that figure gradually approaching.

She was quiet and didn't make a sound until that feather-like kiss lightly landed on her forehead.

In the past few days, Xu Miaomiao knew that Mu Junting would come to her room every night, mostly in the middle of the night, when he thought she was asleep, but in fact, she hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past few nights.

The slightest disturbance would wake her up.

She moved nervously.

This movement naturally caught Mu Junting's attention.

He stood by the bed a little stiffly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I woke you up."

"No, I haven't slept."

"It's late, I won't bother you."

After speaking, he was about to walk to the door.

Xu Miaomiao felt a feeling that she had never felt before. She was very afraid of drifting away from him, like parallel lines that did not intersect, but at this moment she didn't know how to get closer to him.

No, it can't go on like this.

Suddenly, she lifted the quilt, got off the bed, hugged his waist, and wanted to kiss her.

But before his lips touched, he avoided it without leaving a trace.

"What are you thinking?"

Xu Miaomiao hooked the corner of her lower lip in a self-deprecating manner, the face hidden in the darkness showed a bit of bitterness.

The hands around his waist slowly loosened.

She lay back on the bed again, squeezed the quilt tightly, and there were strands of inexplicable emotions in her red and swollen eyes.

"If you want to use this method to try to make yourself accept me, then there's no need." The hot breath fell on her ear, "Take your time, I'm not in a hurry, and neither are you. I have more time. Wait until you accept me again."

Xu Miaomiao bit her lower lip, feeling a burning pain spreading all over her body, which was more painful than those wounds on her body.

"I really didn't blame you... I know that everything you did was for my own good. If it wasn't for you that day, I would definitely have died in that fire. It's just that I saw it, and I can't forget it. I always I will think wildly uncontrollably, I..."

If it wasn't for Zhao Ningna's madness, what happened later would not have happened.

"Well, I see." The man kissed her cheek again, only to find that her face was wet, and a lot of tears flowed silently down the corners of her eyes.

He raised his hand to touch her soft long hair, restrained himself from shouting from his heart, the tingling pain that was about to burst out, and comforted him lightly: "Don't think so much, go to sleep, good night."

"OK, good night."

The door was closed.

Xu Miaomiao opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling above her head in a trance.

Her heart stopped suddenly, and she tightly closed her eyes, telling herself not to think about anything.

But, how long will this day last?
*
Unlike Dijing No. 1, which is brightly lit all night, Huo's villa is often dark very early in the morning.

There was an eerie silence in the large, empty room.

The sleeping woman was suddenly pulled from the bed by a pair of powerful hands.

(End of this chapter)