Chapter 474： There is nothing beautiful

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Chapter 474

Mu Tingxiao took the liquor and towel the old man gave him and returned to the room.

When he went in, Mu Nuannuan didn't know when it was time to get up and sat on the bed confusedly.

Because of her fever, her complexion was a little red, her brow furrowed, and her eyes were filled with mist.

Mu Tingxiao came in, and she frowned vigorously before squinting to recognize him.

When he approached, Mu Nuannuan said, "Where have you been?"

Her tone was a bit slow, and it sounded pitiful.

Mu Tingxiao sat down next to the bed. She only wore a shirt from him, and he could see her smooth and white legs as soon as he lowered his eyes.

It's really a burnout.

Mu Tingxiao pulled over the quilt to cover her and said coldly, "Let go back."

Mu Nuann rolled his lips and refused, "No."

She had burned a little unconscious now, no matter what Mu Tingxiao said, she just thought he had such a fierce tone, she would not follow suit.

Mu Tingxiao stared at her for a few seconds, seeming to see her thoughts, frowning slightly, softening her tone a bit, and repeating: "Let go back."

"Oh." Mu Nuan Nuan was very cooperative this time.

But she was no longer important at this time, and after listening to Mu Tingxiao's words, she fell back straight.

Fortunately, Mu Tingxiao grabbed her quickly.

She burned so weak that Mu Tingxiao supported her shoulder and put her on the bed with ease.

Reaching down her forehead, it was very hot.

Mu Tingxiao unscrewed the liquor and looked at it, then put it back.

Liquor can be physically cooled, but it is still rarely used.

Mu Tingxiao put a wet towel on Mu Nuan Nuan's forehead, tucked her under the quilt, and turned downstairs.

The old man was sitting at the door holding the cat, holding a long cigarette rod in his hand, and was putting a few pieces of tobacco in it to light it.

He ate the kind of cigarettes he had grown, which had not been processed, and the tobacco smelled a bit pungent.

Mu Tingxiao's eyebrows moved slightly, and walked across the old man to sit down.

The old man sent the cigarette rod to Mu Tingxiao in front of him: "Come on?"

Mu Tingxiao said softly: "No."

"How is your daughter-in-law?" The old man seemed to just ask casually, and took a sip with great pleasure before asking aloud.

Mu Tingxiao's face remained the same: "It's okay."

"Oh, you guys from the city, what are you doing here?" The old man knocked his cigarette **** and looked up at him.

Mu Tingxiao answered it very simply: "Something."

The old man probably also saw that Mu Tingxiao was a non-speaking person, so instead of asking too much, he began to look at Mu Tingxiao.

The man in front of him was very tall, with deep eyebrows and strong courage. He wore rough-textured clothes on him and could not conceal the extravagance of him.

...

When Mu Nuan Nuan woke up, his eyes were dark.

She adjusted with her eyes open for a while before vaguely seeing the furnishings in the room.

The top of her head was not the ceiling she would wake up every morning, but the beams and blue tiles of solid wood.

There were no other decorations in the room. She lay on the bed and saw only one thing similar to the cabinet. There was a smell of damp wood in the room.

After her senses returned, she felt a towel on her forehead.

The towel was half-dried by her temperature.

She remembered that it seemed that Mu Tingxiao came to her!

Mu Nuanneng rolled up and sat up, her head dizzy. She slowed down for a few seconds before getting out of bed and walking towards the door.

When you open the door, you can see the stairs, and the old man's intermittent voices are heard downstairs, mixed with the voice of a young man.

Mu Nuan Nuan stood at the door and listened for a while, and found that the old man said a long sentence before the young man responded briefly.

Although it was only a short response, Mu Nuan Nuan also heard Mu Tingxiao's voice.

She was so happy that she was going downstairs.

After two steps forward, she realized that she was only wearing a shirt at this time, and quickly returned to the room, where she found the light switch by the door.

She pressed the switch, but there was no light in the room.

power cut.

These days of heavy rain and serious mudslides, power outages are also reasonable.

There was not much in the room. She fumbled around and found no clothes at all.

Mu Nuan Nuan had to go back to bed, waiting for Mu Tingxiao to come up.

Fortunately, Mu Tingxiao did not let her stay too long.

She sat in bed for less than ten minutes and heard the footsteps of someone going upstairs.

Calm footsteps are Mu Tingxiao.

Sure enough, after a moment, Mu Tingxiao pushed the door in. He held a candle in one hand and Mu Nuan warm clothes in the other.

The orange-colored candlelight lit the dim room, and Mu Nuan Nuan's eyes saw Mu Tingxiao's face.

She screamed in surprise: "Muting Owl!"

Mu Tingxiao did not speak, walked to the bed with candles, put the clothes in his hand on the bed, and reached out to probe her forehead.

She was sure that her forehead was not as hot as before, and she stood up.

Mu Nuann noticed the clothes that Mu Tingxiao was wearing.

He was wearing military green tooling, a bit like the clothes worn by people on the television in the nineties, and it seemed to have a sense of age.

But Mu Ting Xiao is Mu Ting Xiao. Even if he is wearing a rag, he is still Master Mu who exudes noble spirit.

Mu Tingxiao lowered his eyes and saw Mu Nuan Nuan staring at him with a good eye, frowning slightly and saying, "Put on."

Mu Nuan Nuan reached out and took the clothes, and smelled a smell of smoke, guessing that the clothes must have been baked by Mu Tingxiao.

After all, there is no dryer in this place.

Mu Nuannuan looked at the clothes and Mu Tingxiao: "You turn around."

Mu Tingxiao raised her eyebrows and looked at her: "When you asked me to help you take a shower, I saw everything."

"..."

At this time, Mu Tingxiao added another sentence: "There is nothing good-looking."

Mu Nuan Nuan sipped his lips, glared at him, opened the quilt and began to change clothes.

But Mu Tingxiao actually really stared at her to change clothes like that, without even moving her eyes.

Mu Nuann felt that the temperature he had just dropped had risen again.

Mu Tingxiao watched her clothes change, her face was already hot like a fire burning.

Mu Nuannuan feels that no matter what happens to a person's memory, it is still shameless when shameless.

She turned out of bed and looked at him provocatively: "It's responsible to see it."

Mu Tingxiao snorted coldly: "Because of you, I'm trapped in this place now, do you also have to be responsible? You know how much day I am stuck here, how much work will Mu Shi have piled up?"

The touches in Mu Nuan Nuan's heart were instantly dispelled by his words.

She gritted her teeth and her tone was not good: "Then don't come? Why are you coming?"