When Mu Wanqing heard this, she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth and looked at him resentfully, feeling aggrieved.
She was just licking it out of reflex, so why pinch her mouth again?
Yang Mufan looked at her with a bad expression and dug at her bitterly. Then he roughly applied the ointment on her, threw the ointment on the bed, and said angrily: "Apply it yourself!"
"Oh!" Mu Wanqing huddled on the bed and treated her wound carefully. When the ointment touched the broken skin, she grinned in pain and puffed her cheeks and blew wildly on the wound.
As for Yang Mufan, he was sitting lazily on a rusty iron chair nearby. His gangster spirit was very strong. His black eyes were as deep as the mysterious sea, and it was difficult to capture. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking about at this moment.
something.
After a long time, Yang Mufan suddenly asked: "Mu Wanqing, are you sure your stomach... doesn't hurt?!"
Upon hearing his words, Mu Wanqing suddenly raised her palm-sized face and looked straight at him.
Her eyelashes, as delicate as butterfly wings, flickered under the warm light, making her clear black and white eyes even more lively.
Mu Wanqing thought for a moment and shook her head reflexively.
But when she thought of something, her little face wrinkled, a trace of pain emerged, and she let out a slender cry like the moan of a mosquito: "Suddenly I felt... a little painful..."
Seeing that she was deliberately pretending to be in pain to win his sympathy, Yang Mufan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Just pretend. If you really want to feel pain, I can kick you for free without charging any fees. It should be a charity."
"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, she was extremely depressed. She pursed her lips with some resentment, "Obviously it was you who asked me first, why are you so mean to me all of a sudden?! I have always paid attention to my belly.
I didn't let them touch me. Even if I fell, I am more experienced and landed on my butt."
In fact, she didn’t feel it even if she didn’t say it. Once she said it, she felt her butt hurt.
As she spoke, Mu Wanqing wrinkled her slender eyebrows and rubbed her butt.
And when Yang Mufan saw it, a faint smile appeared in his gloomy black eyes.
After being silent for a while, Yang Mufan looked at the time and felt that the hot water should be boiled. He planned to take a bath.
Mu Wanqing glanced at him casually and asked casually: "Mu Fan, where's your coat?! Lost it again?!" She clearly remembered that when he went out in the morning, he wore a black windbreaker, and she didn't take it from him.
She carried him back and started, but she didn't see him taking off his clothes.
When Yang Mufan heard this, his steps suddenly stopped and he stiffened for a few seconds. Then he said quietly: "When I was drinking, I didn't know which bar I left. I'll take a shower first. You can go to bed early."
"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, she was extremely depressed and angry.
He often loses his coat when he goes out.
Although the coats we wear now are not like those in the past, which often cost hundreds of thousands or millions, the quality is not bad, and one piece costs one, two, three, or four hundred. For the current situation of the Yang family, it is already
Very luxurious.
And losing my coat every day is simply...
Mu Wanqing glanced at the tall figure of Fan Mu and disappeared into the house. She sighed and suddenly thought of something. She quickly bandaged the wound, took her coat and was about to go out.
Yang Mufan was standing in the yard getting cold water. When he saw that she was not sleeping and running out in a hurry, he asked in a low voice: "Where are you going?!"
"Hospital. I forgot, grandpa is in the hospital today, and I haven't gone to take care of him yet." Yang Mulin's recent physical condition is very bad, he keeps coughing, and his blood pressure is very high and has not dropped. He was hospitalized the day before yesterday.
