Chapter 172

Out of the window, the beautiful scenery in front of him formed a nihilistic scenery.

That picture, full of her senses, Mu Chu flute seems to be brought into a mysterious world, gradually, lost consciousness.

All of a sudden, the noble and attractive face came close to him, and his light tobacco smell became more and more clear. Mu Chudi nervously grasped the safety belt, and his palms were sweating.

What does he want to do?

With the more and more familiar taste, Mu Chu flute heart is like a deer bumping, small hand almost to pull the safety belt into a twist.

The thin lip flap is only one palm away. Mu Chudi drops his eyes, and the long eyelashes cover the inexplicable tension of the fundus.

"Relax, or you won't get out!"

How can this discourse be so imaginative?

Mu Chu Di is trying to figure out his meaning, and some indescribable things come to mind.

With a click, the seat belt was unfastened.

Cast in front of the tall figure gradually retreated, two people once again have the distance.

He, this is to untie her seat belt?

Mu Chu Di looked around and found that they had come to the underground parking lot. Just now she was absent-minded, but she didn't notice that she had already noticed.

I patted the forehead.

I'm thinking about something.

What's going on recently? Always thinking about some strange things.

Mu Chu Di looks up at Huo Xiao again. He is a person who can't be touched. He is good to himself only because she is the mother of the child. There is no reason.

This man has no heart.

Put just the mentality, this meal, Mu Chu Di fly to eat, almost to the belly to burst.

In the middle of the night, mu Chudi felt that his stomach was very uncomfortable.

No, it's not because I eat too much!

Really, it hurts.

Her petite body curled up and her breathing became heavy. She held her body tightly in her hands and tried to relieve the pain in this way.

However, it doesn't work.

She did not dare to move, now a small action, can bring pain.

Whether to wake Huo Xiao or not is a difficult problem.

Mu Chu Di is still struggling.

"Uncomfortable?"

A low voice.

Huo Xiao lights up the lamp at the head of the bed and sees Mu Chu flute curling up like a hot shrimp, half soaked in thin pajamas.

"Hard?"

Huo Xiao's shadow covered Mu Chu Di's body. She tried her best to answer it, eh.

"Stomach?"

According to the location of Mu Chu Di, Huo Xiao immediately guessed it.

Called a family doctor, gave Mu Chu Di an injection, took medicine, Mu Chu Di felt much more comfortable, at least, not so painful.

The effect of acupuncture and medicine is not so fast. We have to wait.

At one o'clock in the morning, mu Chudi's eyes half narrowed, and suddenly his stomach was covered with a layer of warmth.

"You sleep!"

The warmth seemed to stick to her skin through her pajamas, and mu Chudi felt very hot.

He gently rubbed, I do not know is the relationship between drugs, or how, Mu Chu Di felt that the stomach, as if really no pain.

There was no pain, and the drowsiness came.

Mu Chudi fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, when she woke up, Huo Xiao had long been away.

She felt aside. There was no temperature.

It seems that he got up early.

And then there's the shooting, muchu flute, wash up quickly, and then go down the stairs.

"Young lady, you can only go out after breakfast!"

Mu Chu Di has long been in the habit of eating breakfast in Huo's family.

It's just that today's breakfast seems a little more simple.

Rice Congee?

Nothing, no meat?