510. Chapter 510 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 29
De's wife, who was carrying an exquisite fruit plate, came out of the kitchen and wanted to go to the garden to deliver some fruits to Yang Mufan and Diaper. However, as soon as she walked out of the kitchen, she saw Mu Wanqing's wrist was a shocking red, and she was scared to death.
The fruit plate in my hand almost fell to the ground.
"Miss Mu, what's wrong with you?! Why are you pinching your hands?!" Sister-in-law De rushed over and quickly pulled out her nails that were deeply buried in her flesh.
Mu Wanqing's face turned pale.
She watched Mrs. De fetch the medical kit in a hurry, and then help her treat the wound with an anxious expression. Mu Wanqing curled her lips and smiled faintly: "It doesn't hurt. A little bleeding is good, it can promote blood circulation."
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Sister-in-law De wrapped the thick gauze around her wrist, then looked into her eyes and whispered: "You quarreled with the young master again?! Even if you quarrel, you can't hurt yourself. How precious is human life?
It only lasts a few decades. If you pinch yourself and don’t treat it, and the wound becomes infected, you’ll be in trouble.”
Mu Wanqing bit her lip and said nothing, with the corners of her mouth raised high.
He was obviously laughing, but his tears rolled down uncontrollably.
This morning, when she went downstairs to have breakfast, Yang Mufan clearly saw the wound on her wrist, but turned a blind eye.
Sure enough, he didn't care about her at all.
Perhaps, as he said last night, after playing for seven days, he will kick her and Diaper out of Mu Garden...
Yang Mufan has just hired the top culinary team in Europe at a huge price to come to Muyuan to prepare meals for the weekend.
The dishes at the dinner were particularly sumptuous.
It is the most romantic French cuisine.
There are many procedures.
Yan Mufan sat on the main seat, and she and Diaper sat on either side of him.
Delicious dishes, exquisite steaks, desserts, etc. left diaper with a satisfied face.
From time to time it makes a whining sound.
Compared with Diaper's happiness and comfort, Mu Wanqing is unsatisfied.
No matter how delicious or top-notch the food is, to her, it is a kind of torture, similar to chronic poison.
Because she felt: this meal was no different from the Last Supper.
When dinner was over, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Yang Mufan glanced at her and the diaper who had finished eating, so he snapped his fingers and asked the maid to clear the table.
Mu Wanqing sat on the chair and watched him get up and strode upstairs.
Twenty minutes later, when he went downstairs again, he had already changed out of his loose and comfortable home clothes and put on a strict black formal suit.
The Tian family brothers arrived at Mu Garden ten minutes ago.
Stand respectfully at the door waiting for him.
Seeing Yang Mufan coming downstairs, the three of them shouted respectfully: "Second brother!!"
Yang Mufan didn't even look at them and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
Mu Wanqing stood at the door of the kitchen, hesitated for a long time, and saw Yang Mufan striding towards the door. She frowned, and finally felt a sudden change in her heart. She turned around, picked up the frothed milk, and chased out in small steps: "Wait a minute—
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Hearing Mu Wanqing's shout, Yang Mufan stopped walking, turned around and stared at her indifferently.
Mu Wanqing walked up to Yang Mufan, raised a faint bright smile on her lips, and asked casually: "It's so late, are you going out?! Where are you going?! The company?!"
