Chapter 92

Mu Huan's injuries were all superficial. Although she applied the medicine very carefully these days, there were still some marks that did not dissipate.

At this time, Mu Huan's mind was a little confused, and he instinctively said, "Punching... made it..."

"Punch?" Bao Junyan frowned even harder.

After Mu Huan came to his senses and realized what he had said, he shivered.

"I...I want to learn...to learn self-defense...I..."

"You can learn other things, boxing is not suitable for you." Such a delicate woman is not suitable for such violent sports.

This injury is particularly in the way of his eyes.

"Yeah." Mu Huan nodded repeatedly.

This night, Bao Junyan was extraordinarily gentle, as if she was a delicate ceramic doll.

He didn't bother her too much, he just hugged her and fell asleep.

The next day, Bao Junyan unexpectedly rested at home.

This made Mu Huan a little restless, she didn't know how to get along with Bao Junyan normally.

Fortunately, Bao Junyan went to the study to get busy after breakfast.

Mu Huan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he couldn't go there, so he took out the pharmacy book he bought at the bookstore that day and started to read.

After Bao Junyan finished her work, she saw Mu Huan sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, reading a book seriously. The sun shone on her body, making her whole body glow.

This was the first time that Bao Junyan looked at his little wife carefully.

The conclusion reached was that his little wife was beautiful.

Sensing someone looking at her, Mu Huan raised her head.

Seeing Bao Junyan standing there, she suddenly became restless again.

She didn't want to be familiar with Bao Junyan, because the more familiar she is, the harder it is to hide.

However, as time goes by, they will only become more and more familiar.

Originally, she planned to leave when she graduated and became capable, but now that she thought about it, could she stay safely by Bao Junyan's side without being discovered for four years?

At first, she thought it was naive after all.

However, until now, we can only take one step at a time.

"Honey, you're done." Mu Huan stood up with a smile, and walked towards Bao Junyan.

Looking at her deliberate smile, Bao Junyan was inexplicably annoyed.

"Um."

"What do you want for lunch? Can I cook it for you?"

"Need not."

"Is it because my cooking is too unpalatable?" Mu Huan immediately reflected on her cooking skills. If she can't cook a single meal well, she can't be called a good wife.

"When I marry you back, I didn't ask you to cook for me. There is a cook at home."

For some reason, Mu Huan felt that Bao Junyan was angry.

But, after thinking about it, she didn't do anything to make him angry.

I could only bow my head and hum.

Bao Junyan looked at the top of her hairy head, and the annoyance in his heart intensified.

Just when he was about to turn around and go upstairs.

Mu Huan raised her head, "Husband, in two days, it will be my grandma's birthday banquet, can you go back with me?"

She asked cautiously, with a hint of begging.

Bao Junyan, "..."

So she should go back with her, but she actually used this begging look in his eyes.

"husband?"

"good."

Mu Huan immediately smiled, and then said, "Honey, do you know how to draw or do calligraphy?"

"What's wrong?"

"My grandma doesn't lack anything. I don't even know what gift to prepare for her. If my husband draws or writes calligraphy himself as a birthday present for grandma, she will be very happy!" Her grandma said that she would like something expensive A gift, but nothing about that.

Who dares to say that the paintings or calligraphy drawn by Bao Junyan are not valuable?