Mu Nuannuan, who gave him the medicine, looked very gentle, so gentle that made Mu Tingxiao a little moved.
Then, I wanted to touch her.
She is his wife, and she takes everything for granted.
But for Mu Nuannuan, he is “Mu Jiachen” and Mu Tingxiao’s cousin.
He molested her repeatedly and kissed her, which was far beyond her tolerance.
Mu Nuannuan pushed him away fiercely, stepped back a few steps, and stayed away from him, saying with a cold face: “Mu Jiachen, I am your cousin! Please respect me!”
After taking the bullet just now, she didn’t hate “Mu Jiachen” so much, she didn’t even think he was still so presumptuous.
Mu Tingxiao rubbed his lips like an aftertaste, with a hint of bewilderment in his nice voice: “Cousin, you’re just a widow for a lifetime with your cousin, don’t you think about me?”
Mu Nuannuan refused directly and simply: “I don’t think about it.”
With a wooden face, coupled with an ugly dress, like a little old woman, there is no touching place at all.
Mu Tingxiao felt that Mu Nuannuan’s appearance was very vivid.
Mu Nuannuan felt that she could no longer sit and wait for death. This would only make “Mu Jiachen” more unscrupulous.
“You can call someone to pick you up, or I will call an ambulance, and then others will know that you have a gunshot wound.”
Her voice was soft, even if she said threatening words, she didn’t have any deterrent power.
Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, just as if he had heard it, he knocked his eyes to rest.
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 rest of “Mu Jiachen”, Mu Nuannuan went to the vegetable market.
Although she is nominally the third young lady of the Mu family, she doesn’t have the life of the young lady. Most of the time, she is ill and can’t be taken care of. When she is hungry, people ask questions. She gritted her teeth in pain.
Therefore, her life ability is very strong.
No matter how she hates “Mu Jiachen”, she can’t take the risk that he might die here and ignore him.
She lives very hard and earnestly, she doesn’t want to sacrifice her life, and she doesn’t want to be buried with him.
Therefore, she still reluctantly boiled soup for him.
…
When night fell, Mu Nuannuan woke up “Mu Jiachen”.
“Are you hungry? I made the soup, would you like to drink a little?” She stood two steps away from him, for fear that he would do something presumptuous.
Mu Tingxiao raised his eyes to look at her, and spit out a word like gold, “Yes.”
Mu Nuannuan came over with the soup, put it on the small table in front of his bed, and stepped away all at once.
But her small single room is too small.
In addition to the small kitchen and bathroom partitioned off, a 1.5-meter bed, a small folding table, a small single sofa, a semi-new and unused bookcase… A few simple things have already occupied most of the room.
No matter how far she jumped, she couldn’t get out of Mu Tingxiao’s sight.
Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, slowly sitting upright, and then blankly opened the quilt, revealing the blood-stained gauze on his chest, and said casually, “The wound is open.”
The indifferent tone seemed to be talking about other people’s things instead of his life-threatening wounds.
Mu Nuannuan didn’t want to care about him, but couldn’t see it.
I could only walk over slowly, holding up the soup bowl in one hand, and scooping up the soup with the spoon in the other, and handing it to his lips.
Mu Tingxiao said nothing more this time, lowered his eyes, and swallowed the soup she fed him bit by bit.
The small room was quiet, only the small sound of the spoon touching the edge of the bowl, and the silent ambiguity spread like this.
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