Chapter 569

Han Muzi had a long, long dream. In the dream, she seemed to be in a sea of fire. The fire burned her skin, but she couldn't struggle no matter how hard she struggled.

Even, the body is still sinking, as if to be swallowed by the sea of fire.

Finally, I don't know where it came from. I surrounded her in the sea of fire. Finally

The sea of fire disappeared, and then she fell into darkness again.

She was attracted by the smell of rice. Before she opened her eyes, she seemed to smell the smell of rice. She was hungry in her stomach.

Han Muzi trembled, and then slowly opened his eyes.

What came into sight was the familiar decoration. Han Muzi looked around and confirmed that it was his own room.

She closed her eyes again and took a tired breath.

How do you feel like you've been knocked on your head? It's very uncomfortable.

Rice smell

Didn't Xiao Yan go to work? How did she feel that Xiaoyan knocked on her door when she woke up in the morning, and then she asked Xiaoyan to go to the company first and catch up later.

What time is it now?

Thinking of this, Han Muzi quickly opened her eyes, then sat up and reached for the mobile phone on the bed.

Probably because she got up too quickly, Han Muzi felt a burst of dizziness. She was black in front of her eyes and fell back uncontrollably.

The head fell on the soft pillow and it took a long time to recover Qingming.

At the same time, a low male voice sounded, with a little worry: "wake up?"

This sound

Deep familiarity.

Han Muzi opened her eyes again. As expected, yetingchen's handsome face appeared in front of her.

Why him?

Han Muzi thought she saw him in her dream and drove him away.

Isn't it a dream?

Seeing that her face was not very good-looking, yetingchen pursed her thin lips and reached out to help her up. Then he padded a pillow behind her and said helplessly, "fool? Just woke up in such a hurry."

Such a considerate night Tingchen

Han Muzi's pale lip moved. When he wanted to say something, yetingchen took the prepared water cup and handed it to her: "drink water."

Han Muzi: "

She took the cup and felt helpless.

Although it was considerate, when she was asked to drink water, the tone was still imperative.

The man was born a general.

Han Muzi also had a dry mouth. She drank half a cup to moisten her throat and lips, and then handed the cup over.

He took it as usual, then put it to one side, and then got up and went to the next table to fill her porridge.

I was dizzy just now, but not now. Han Muzi picked up her mobile phone and took a look. It's not time to get off work at noon. Xiaoyan should not be back yet.

Where did the pot of porridge on the table come from?

He cooked it?

Han Muzi looked at yetingchen with porridge close to him, sat down in front of him, picked up a spoon, took a mouthful of it and sent it to his lips.

"...." Han Muzi didn't dare to eat, and looked at him with doubts.

Yetingchen was very clever and soon received a message from her eyes. He said with thin lips: "I asked my family cook to make this porridge, so you don't have to be afraid that I will poison you."

Han Muzi: "

"Come on." he put the spoon and bowl to her lips. "Open your mouth and eat."

Han Muzi: "I'm not a child!"

"But you are ill." yetingchen's eyes and actions are persistent, as if Han Muzi would not change anything.

For the first time, it was the first time he fed her food himself.

Why does it feel so strange? Han Muzi didn't get used to it. She turned her head and just didn't want to contain that porridge.

Seeing her stubbornness, a touch of anger appeared at the bottom of yetingchen's dark eyes. He directly stretched out his hand to pinch her chin and forced her to turn her head.

"Be obedient."

His chin was pinched, and his strength was quite strong. Han Muzi struggled and couldn't escape. Han Muzi said, "let me go, I don't need you to feed."

Night Tingchen's thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line, and his eyes were cold.

"You have to be stubborn with me, don't you? Because I fed it, you don't want to eat it?"

"No." Han Muzi shook her head: "I'm just not used to being fed. I'm not a child. I have my own hands."

But yetingchen felt that she was resisting herself, because from the beginning to now, all her actions were resisting herself. So it's the same now, but she's fragile like this.

"Not used to it? Get used to it from today!"

"Yetingchen, are you sick? Why should I get used to it?" Han Muzi was a little angry, and anger surged in her beautiful eyes.

The night Tingchen sneered, and the hand pinched in her lower jaw gradually tightened for a few minutes, and the sound line also sank down.

"Do you think I'm sick? Who's lying in bed now? A fool who can't take good care of his own body. It's good to say he's not a child? How can you take care of your son with your behavior?"

Han Muzi, who was still angry just now, suddenly changed her face. She stared at yetingchen.

"You, how do you know?"

How do you know her son

Thinking of what, Han Muzi's face turned whiter: "you investigated me? Yetingchen, you didn't keep your promise!"

Hearing this, the light in yetingchen's eyes dimmed a little, and his smile mocked himself.

"Sure enough, in your eyes, I'm the kind of person who doesn't keep my promise. Muzi, when can you trust me?"

"What about you?" Han Muzi raised her voice. "You want me to trust you. What have you done so that I can trust you? What harm did you do to me in those years? Don't you count in your heart? You clearly promised not to investigate me. Now you investigate me again! You dare to ask me to believe you!"

She was very excited, and yetingchen's mood was not much better. She refuted her.

"I only found them when I came in to change my shoes. They were all boys' shoes. Why, do you think I'm a fool, or do you underestimate yourself?"

The originally high anger was quenched by a basin of water after hearing that yetingchen said she only saw her shoes and found that she was her son.

She was stunned and looked at yetingchen, whose eyes and expression were quite hurt.

At this moment, there was a sudden silence. Han Muzi could only hear his panting voice.

For a long time, night Tingchen was defeated and hung his eyes.

"Don't be angry. I said I would never investigate you. Even if someone sent the investigation data to me, I wouldn't read it. So, can you eat now?"

Such a low brow

Han Muzi's eyes suddenly turned red. Then she angrily patted yetingchen's hand open and turned over the bowl in his hand in anger.

"Get out, you get out!"