Mu Nuannuan, who applied medicine to him, looked very gentle, so gentle that Mu Tingxiao was touched.

Then, I wanted to touch her.

She is his wife, and everything she does is taken for granted.

But for Mu Nuannuan, he is "Mu Jiachen" and Mu Tingxiao's cousin.

He teased her and kissed her again and again, which was far beyond her tolerance.

Mu Nuannuan pushed him away, took several steps back, and was far away from him, and said with a cold face: "Mu Jiachen, I am your cousin's wife! Please respect me!"

After taking out the bullets just now, she didn't hate "Mu Jiachen" so much, but she didn't expect that he was still so presumptuous.

Mu Tingxiao stroked his lips as if aftertaste, with a hint of insensation in his nice voice: "Cousin-law, you are just a widow to live a lifelong life, don't you think about me?"

Mu Nuannuan had to refuse directly: "Don't consider it."

With a small face and an ugly look, she looks like a little old woman, and there is no charming place at all.

Mu Tingxiao thought Mu Nuannuan's appearance was very vivid.

Mu Nuannuan felt that she could no longer sit and wait for death, as this would only make "Mu Jiachen" even more unscrupulous.

"You call someone to pick you up, or I will call an ambulance, and then others will know that you have been gunshot wounded."

Her voice was soft, and even if she said threatening, she had no deterrence.

Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, and as if he didn't hear it, he just knocked his eyes on his eyes and rested.

Mu Nuannuan: “…”

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 break of "Mu Jiachen" resting, Mu Nuannuan went to the vegetable market.

Although she was nominally the third lady of the Mu family, she was not as lucky as the lady. Most of the time, she was sick and no one cared about it, no one asked about it when she was hungry, and she gritted her teeth and endured it when the pain was hurt.

So, she has a strong ability to live.

No matter how much she hates "Mu Jiachen", she cannot risk his possible death with her and ignore him.

She lives very seriously and hard, and doesn't want to be killed or buried with him.

So, she still reluctantly made soup for him.

...

When night fell, Mu Nuannuan woke up "Mu Jiachen".

"Are you hungry? I made the soup, do you want to drink some?" She stood two steps away from him, afraid that he would do something arrogant.

Mu Tingxiao looked up at her, and said with a pity that said, "I want it."

Mu Nuannuan brought the soup over, placed it on the small table in front of his bed, and then retreated far away.

But her small room is too small.

In addition to the partitioned kitchen and bathroom, a 1.5-meter-long bed, a folding small table, a single sofa, and a bookshelves that are not old... a few simple things have occupied most of the room.

No matter how far she jumped, she would never be able to escape Mu Tingxiao's sight.

Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, sat up slowly, then pulled open the quilt expressionlessly, revealing the gauze stained with blood on his chest, and spoke casually: "The wound is cracked."

That indifferent tone seemed to be talking about the wounds of his life, but about other people's affairs.

Mu Nuannuan didn't want to worry about him, but she couldn't see him.

He could only walk over slowly, pick up the soup bowl with one hand, and scoop the soup with the spoon in the other hand and hand it to his lips.

Mu Tingxiao didn't say anything this time, lowered his eyes and swallowed the soup she fed him bit by bit.
Chapter completed!