There are pitfalls in the marriage: the mysterious husband wants to hug

Chapter 9
Mu Nuannuan, who applied the medicine to him, looked very gentle, so gentle that Mu Tingxiao was a little moved.

Then, I wanted to touch her.

She is his wife, and she does everything for granted.

But to Mu Nuannuan, he is "Mu Jiachen", Mu Tingxiao's cousin.

He teased her and kissed her over and over again, which was far beyond her tolerance.

Mu Nuannuan pushed him away violently, took a few steps back, kept away from him, and said with a cold face: "Mu Jiachen, I'm your cousin! Please show some respect!"

After taking the bullet just now, she didn't hate "Mu Jiachen" so much, but he was still so presumptuous.

Mu Tingxiao stroked his lips as if reminiscing, and his pleasant voice was full of temptation: "Cousin sister-in-law, you are just staying with cousin for a lifetime, don't you think about me?"

Mu Nuannuan refused directly: "I don't think about it."

With a small face and an ugly outfit, she looks like a little old woman, completely unattractive.

Mu Tingxiao felt that Mu Nuannuan's appearance was very vivid.

Mu Nuannuan felt that she could no longer sit still, this would only make "Mu Jiachen" more unscrupulous.

"Call someone to pick you up, or I'll call an ambulance, and then people will know you've been shot."

Her voice was soft, even if she said threatening words, there was no deterrence at all.

Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, as if he didn't hear, he closed his eyes and took a rest.

Mu Nuannuan: "..."

She bit her lip, seeing his pale face, she couldn't bear to wake him up and drive him away.

Taking advantage of "Mu Jiachen"'s break, Mu Nuannuan went to the vegetable market.

Although she is nominally the third miss of the Mu family, she doesn't have the life of a miss. Most of the time, she is sick and no one cares, no one asks when she is hungry, and she gritted her teeth and endured the pain.

Therefore, her ability to live is very strong.

No matter how much she hated "Mu Jiachen", she couldn't risk him dying at her place and ignore him.

She lived very seriously and worked very hard, she didn't want to risk her life, and she didn't want to be buried with him.

So, she reluctantly made soup for him.

……

When night fell, Mu Nuannuan woke up "Mu Jiachen".

"Are you hungry? I made some soup, would you like some?" She stood two steps away from him, afraid that he would make another presumptuous move.

Mu Tingxiao raised his eyes to look at her, and spat out a word like gold: "Yes."

Mu Nuannuan filled the soup, put it on the small table in front of his bed, and then walked away all at once.

But her single room was too small.

In addition to the partitioned kitchenette and bathroom, a 1.5-meter bed, a small foldable table, a small sofa for one person, half-new and not-old bookshelves... a few simple things have taken up most of the room.

No matter how far she jumped, it was impossible for her to escape Mu Tingxiao's sight.

Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, sat up slowly, then pulled back the quilt expressionlessly, revealing the blood-soaked gauze on his chest, and said casually: "The wound is open."

That indifferent tone seemed to be talking about other people's affairs rather than the life-threatening wounds on his body.

Mu Nuannuan didn't want to care about him, but she couldn't see him.

He could only walk over slowly, picked up the soup bowl in one hand, and scooped up the soup with the spoon in the other hand to his lips.

Mu Tingxiao didn't say anything this time, lowered his eyes, and swallowed the soup she fed him mouthful.

There was silence in the small room, only the slight sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl, and the wordless ambiguity spread like this.

(End of this chapter)