Chapter 684： Mr. Mu is hanging out in his wife's boudoir

Mime private 684

Hearing the woman's anxious voice and the intimacy and equal address, his heart suddenly softened.

He opened his eyes and focused on her worried eyes.

"What did you call me just now?"

She seemed to be frightened, her face paled, "Sorry, President Mu, I..."

Afraid of him again?

He interrupted her impatiently, "Let's call it that later."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

She was going to buy him medicine, with joy in her voice.

Before he could speak, she ran out.

He opened his eyes slowly and smiled softly, "Like a child."

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, feeling better than ever.

His eyes circled around the room, showing no expression.

He got up and walked out, only to see her all kinds of things outside.

Although it is not too messy, some things are still out of order.

It may be too rushed to organize.

He turned slowly, picked up a piece of clothing that fell on the ground, folded it, and put it back in her suitcase.

The suitcases are neat and tidy, things are arranged in order, cosmetics, clothes, shoes, sanitary napkins, almost all frequently needed things, but there is no standing medicine.

He glanced briefly, organized it more neatly by the way, then zipped up, stood up the box, and put it aside.

Three boxes of napkins were opened, and they were placed in irregular positions. He tidied them one by one and looked at them pleasingly.

There are still some small snacks left on the coffee table, which are all low-calorie and nothing good to eat.

He thought of her thin body, his eyes focused on these "culprits", and he threw them all into the trash can.

Standing tall under the energy-saving lamp, he looked up at the air conditioner, found the remote control, and adjusted the temperature warmer.

He walked into her bedroom naturally, frowning slightly.

The quilt is too thin and it is easy to catch cold at night.

The windows are too open, the wind comes in, the bed is cold, and you can sleep well at night?

He closed the windows and suddenly discovered that there was no anti-theft net on the windows of this hotel.

Nowadays, perverts are everywhere in this world, and the high floors do not guarantee that there will be no hidden dangers of people climbing windows into the room.

He closed the window with a cold face, and turned his head to see the dressing table.

There are so many cosmetics in the suitcase, can they be filled here?

He picked up a bottle of liquid foundation at random, squeezed it gently with his fingers, and immediately added a smear of paste on the back of his hand.

He took a paper towel and wiped it off and put the liquid foundation back in place.

Just about to go out, Yu Guang suddenly saw a picture album on the dressing table.

It looks like a simple sketch book.

He opened his eyes at random, his eyes gradually deepening.

In this painting, there are two protagonists, a man and a woman.

Almost all the narrations for men are familiar to him.

Because it was what he said.

Girls often look at the back of boys, and those deliberately large eyes are watery.

The latest page is a recurrence of what he didn't reply to when she sent him a message today.

In her paintings, when he didn't return, he would entertain at a meeting.

He raised his lips lightly, and his smile was not obvious.

The beginning of this painting didn't seem like the beginning, it seemed that there were other books.

After he finished reading, he put the book back in place.

I feel much better.

Back to his guest room, he undressed and put on the bed, then went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Halfway through the wash, he heard her coming back.

He reached out to silence the sound of the water and began to wash away the shower gel foam.

Before long, he went out.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw her leaning over and blowing something. Perhaps she heard the movement and looked back.

He smiled and said, "Come and have some porridge, I bought some..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

He was wondering why she didn't say it, and then he saw her eyes condensed on him.

He had no clothes to wear, so he came out with a towel and a towel in his hand.

There was sympathy and distress in her eyes, all because he had a long, hideous scar on his body.

He put the towel on his shoulders casually, and avoided her sight sideways.

"No, you go out."

He wants to wear clothes, it is always inconvenient for her to be here.

"No matter what, you have to buy everything. Don't waste it. Just take a bite or two."

He didn't listen to her, and looked at the empty bed, "Where is my clothes?"

"Oh, I saw that your clothes were all dirty, so I sent them to the dry cleaning. Don't worry, I took out the contents."

Send to dry cleaning?

How clean can the outside store be?

Besides, he doesn't have any clothes to change, so is he going to spend the night in a bath towel?

He frowned.

"You don't have to intervene with me next time, it's late, let's go out."

She still smiled at him, "Let's drink the porridge, and then take the cough medicine. I heard you cough very badly."

When she finished speaking, the bowl of porridge was already in front of him.

Seeing the woman's red eyes, he felt soft and took the porridge and drank it.

As soon as he finished drinking, she gave him the medicine and water.

He refused, "No, I'm fine."

She nodded obediently and said, "Then I'm going out, call me if you have anything."

The flattery and humbleness of this bone made him unhappy.

He said, "We are equal, you don't have to lower your posture to serve me."

She did not answer, closed the door and went out.

She didn't take out the medicine or warm water, he glanced around, and finally took the medicine.

After taking the medicine, my head is indeed not so dizzy and heavy.

He sits on the bed and looks at the phone.

Lian Xiaofei was explaining the day's itinerary to him. He returned a word and put down the phone.

There was occasional movement outside, and it was also very light, as if the other party deliberately relaxed.

When the outside was completely quiet, it was already ten o'clock.

At this point, it is logically not too late.

He heard the movement next door, and after a while, he fell silent.

He turned off the light, pulled up the quilt, and closed his eyes to sleep.

This day, a little tired, he wanted to sleep well.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly heard a movement, he was asleep, and immediately opened his eyes.

The door opened next door.

He thought she would knock on the door, but he did not wait.

He turned on the lamp and looked at the time, half past two in the morning.

He rubbed his eyebrows, dissipated, and sat on the bed waiting quietly.

After a long time, there was another sound next door.

He couldn't sleep anymore.

The windows in this room of his are very small, and it will be fine if they are closed, but in the room next door, the windows are big and the quilt is so thin.

After more than twenty minutes, he was really worried, he got up and knocked on the door next door.

No one agreed.

He opened the door and saw her asleep motionless.

The quilt hovered over her, it looked like a small one, cuddly.

He turned his gaze away, walked to the window, closed the window tightly, and then tightened the curtains.

After thinking about it, he turned back and walked to the bed, glanced at the quilt, and couldn't help but reach out and feel the temperature.

It's not cold, but warm.

He glanced at her face and put his hands on her forehead, no fever, which was fine.

After thinking for a second, he put the pillows beside her next to her, protecting her head, and then walked out after confirming that it was OK.

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Today’s chapter is based on the previous chapter 149 (the one that mentions the scar for the first time). After looking back, I found that many details have been deleted by the review. I am good.

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