Chapter 9

Mu wennuan, who gave him the medicine, looked very gentle. It was so gentle that mu tingxiao was moved.

Then, I want to touch her.

She's his wife, and she takes everything for granted.

But for mu Nuan Nuan, he was Mu Jiachen, the cousin of Mu tingxiao.

He repeated the tune - play her, kiss her, far beyond her tolerance.

Mu wennuan pushed him away fiercely. He stepped back a few steps. He was far away from him and said with a cold face: "Mu Jiachen, I'm your cousin! Please show some respect

After just taking bullets, let her to "mujiachen" not so hate, did not expect that he is still so presumptuous.

The moting owl rubbed his lips like aftertaste, and his beautiful voice was full of bewitchment: "cousin, you follow your cousin, but you are a widow all your life. Don't you think about me?"

Mu wennuan refused directly and simply: "no consideration."

With a small wooden face and an ugly dress, she looks like a little old woman. There is no touching place at all.

Mu Ting xiaopian thinks mu wennuan's appearance is very vivid.

Mu Nuan feels that he can't wait to die any more, which will only make Mu Jiachen more unscrupulous.

"Call someone to pick you up, or I'll call an ambulance, and then people will know you're shot."

Her voice is soft, even if it is a threat, there is no deterrent.

The Mu Ting owl glanced at her, as if he didn't hear her, and immediately knocked his eyes to rest.

Mu Nuan

She bit her lip, looked at his pale face, and couldn't bear to wake him up and drive him away.

Taking advantage of the "mujiachen" break, mu wennuan went to the vegetable market.

Although she is nominally the third miss of Mu family, she doesn't have miss's life. Most of the time, she is ill and nobody cares. When she is hungry, no one asks her. She grits her teeth and bears the pain.

So, her life ability is very strong.

No matter how much she hates "mujiachen", she can't take the risk that he may die here and ignore him.

She lived very seriously and worked very hard. She didn't want to share her life, and she didn't want to be buried with him.

So, she still reluctantly cooked soup for him.

……

When night falls, mu wennuan wakes up Mu Jiachen.

"Are you hungry? I made soup. Would you like some? " She stood two steps away from him, for fear that he would do something presumptuous.

Mu Ting owl looked up at her and spat out a word: "yes."

Mu Wensheng soup came over, put it on the small table in front of his bed, and all of a sudden retreated away.

But her cell is too small.

In addition to the partitioned kitchen and bathroom, a 1.5-meter bed, a small folding table, a single sofa, and a half new bookshelf A few simple things have occupied most of the room.

No matter how far she jumped, she could not be out of the sight of the moting owl.

Mu Ting Xiao took a look at her, slowly sat up straight, and then pulled open the quilt without expression, revealing the gauze stained with blood on his chest, and carelessly opened his mouth: "the wound is split."

That does not care about the tone, as if to say that is not his life Youguan wounds, but to say other people's things.

Mu wennuan doesn't want to take care of him, but he can't see it.

Can only walk slowly in the past, one hand picked up the soup bowl, one hand with a spoon scooped soup to his lips.

Mu Ting Xiao didn't say anything again this time. He lowered his eyes and swallowed the soup she fed him.

The narrow room was quiet, only the small sound of the spoon touching the edge of the bowl, the wordless ambiguity spread like this.