Amnesia husband divorce?

Chapter 197 I would rather be in pain than empty

He was irritable, angry, and wanted to get angry for no reason. He even wanted to kick the flowerpot, which was an eyesore, into the rain.

Kick?
Mu Yan frowned, and slowly moved his left leg. During this period of time, his leg was already able to move, but he still couldn't use his strength, couldn't support his body, and couldn't stand up.

He moved his legs off the wheelchair, Tang Niannian saw it, her movements stopped, her eyes were full of surprise.

These days, he didn't allow her to enter the rehabilitation room, so she didn't know how he was recovering. She didn't expect that his legs could move.

It won't be long before he can stand up, right?

She was happy for him in her heart, but there was a hint of disappointment between her brows.

After all, Mu Yan couldn't use these legs to vent his anger, so he became even more annoyed, "Press the legs!"

"If you're not feeling well, I'll push you back to your room."

Tang Niannian knew that even on rainy days, he would not be in a good mood.

He has been staying outside the house now, and his legs must be hurting.

"Who says I'm uncomfortable!" Mu Yan turned her head and glared at her, then stretched out her hand and pulled her in front of him.

There was some rain before going down the front porch of the house, and the ground was wet. She was pulled so hard, her feet slipped, and she ran into his arms, and the wheelchair was even pushed back a little. Mu Yan supported her and stabilized his body.

His chest hurts from being hit, but the trace of depression in his chest seems to have been knocked away.

I would rather be in pain than be empty. This is really a masochistic perception.

Before Mu Yan's hands were tightened behind her back, she had already hurriedly backed away, with an eager expression on her face: "Are you okay? I didn't mean it!"

She shouted, glanced at him, and reached out to touch her head.

It hurts just now.

Mu Yan glared at her, coughed lightly and turned his eyes away, but said in a low voice: "You stupid woman, come here and continue pressing your legs!"

Tang Niannian really didn't know why he insisted on pressing her legs outside, but after such a collision, her depressed mind was temporarily diverted, she sighed, then lowered her head and ran into the room.

Mu Yan was startled, and immediately raised his voice: "Tang Niannian, give me—"

Before he finished yelling, he saw her running out again, carrying a small bench in her hand, and placed it beside his lap.

The corners of Mu Yan's mouth twitched as she watched her sitting there, pressing his legs, as obedient as a little wife.

But all this is her mask!
While thinking so unhappy, he hummed softly, and put his legs on hers even more vigorously, "press well."

He said like an old man, with a childish, arrogant mood at work.

Tang Niannian didn't complain, but she almost wrote the word maid on her forehead.

Mu Yan seemed to be relieved, but he couldn't bear to talk to her, just asking her to press her leg, he wanted to pull her hair out of spite from time to time.

Provoking her dissatisfied look, he stared back again.

Why, you made a mistake yourself, so you can't even make the uncle happy now? (his eyes say so)
Tang Niannian quietly moved the small bench out so that his hands could not reach her.

Mu Yan's legs were stretched on her body, and he couldn't move, so he could only curl his lips and wrap his arms around his chest not to provoke her.

During this period, Tang Niannian felt a little tired, and he didn't say he wanted to go back to his room to rest, but his cell phone rang.

(End of this chapter)