The next day, mu wennuan went to the kitchen to stew in the morning.
Mu Ting Xiao frowned: "let the servant do it."
He doesn't want to let mu wennuan work hard.
Mu wennuan knew what he thought in his heart and said in a soft voice, "it's OK. It's just stew. I won't be tired."
Muting owl didn't say more.
Before lunch, mu wennuan put another meal into the incubator.
Mu Ting Xiao stood by and looked at her without saying anything.
After lunch, mu tingxiao told the servant, "let the driver go to the door and wait. We'll go out later."
Head down to drink water of Mu warm, can't help lip angle micro Qiao.
Mu Ting Xiao is a man with a hard tongue and a soft heart.
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Almost to the hospital, mu wennuan suddenly thought of another thing.
"When was the last time Fu Tingxi said he was going to get married? We're going to have a wedding party. "
With Fu Tingxi's friendship with mu tingxiao, he got married, and mu tingxiao must go to his wedding.
Mu tingxiao's lack of interest in this topic made him careless: "come on, ask Zhiyan to know."
"Well." Mu wennuan saw that he was not very interested, so he didn't say any more.
The car stopped steadily at this time and they got off together.
At the door of the ward, mu wennuan can't help turning his head and looking at the moting owl beside him: "do you want to go in?"
She thought that the muting owl would not go in as she did yesterday.
Mu Ting Xiao's answer is to directly open the door of the sick room.
Mu Jiachen sits on the sickbed with his back to the door, as quiet as a sculpture.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, he did not turn back immediately.
Until mu wennuan called him: "Xiaochen."
"Sister Nuan." Mu Jiachen turns around, but sees Mu Ting owl standing beside Mu Nuan.
He had mood swings at the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of his lips moved, but the voice of "cousin" didn't come out in the end.
Mu wennuan pretends not to find the abnormality of the atmosphere, takes the thermos pot from mu tingxiao's hand, raises it and signals to Mu Jiachen: "you haven't eaten yet. I've made a meal for you."
Mu Jiachen blinked an eye: "I ate."
Mu wennuan pretended to be angry and said, "Xiao Chen, it's wrong to lie."
Because I'm coming to the hospital, I have an early lunch at home. It's only 12 o'clock now.
Mu Jiachen's lip color is pale and dry. It doesn't look like she's had a meal.
Mu Jiachen lowered her head and stopped talking.
Mu wennuan knew that she was right.
She took out the meal and put it on the table and asked him, "can you eat it yourself?"
Mu Jiachen nodded: "yes."
Although he had a bad time, suffering from hunger and cold, Mu Qingfeng was afraid that he would run away, so he gave him sleeping pills all the time. He had some skin injuries. After a day's rest, he felt much better, and self-care was not a problem.
Mu wennuan looks at Mu Jiachen picking up chopsticks to eat obediently, and his heart is a little gratified.
"Let's go." Mu Ting owl came forward and pulled her out.
"Shall we go now?" She also wants to say two words with Mu Jiachen.
Mu Ting owl pulled her out without saying a word.
Mu warm can only sigh, do not forget to turn around and tell Mu Jiachen: "we go first, you have to have a good rest."
Next, mu wennuan gave Mu Jiachen a few days' meal.
After she gave Mu Jiachen a meal, she accompanied mu tingxiao to work in the company in the afternoon.
Although he is thinner than before, his spirit is better and better. He doesn't look like a sick person at all.
Mu wennuan was relieved, but still didn't dare to be careless.