Mu Shaoling looked at the brush and his eyes darkened.
Is this bastard prepared on purpose? It seems that his plaster will not be able to avoid the fate of being dyed in various colors today.
Mu Shaoling watched helplessly as the children began to write on his plaster.
Even Zhan Zhan, who has always been calm, picked up a black paintbrush and wrote "I hope my father will recover soon" on the plaster.
Mu Shaoling looked at the child, his eyes helpless, but also full of doting.
Although he is strict with his children, he also truly dotes on them.
Nian Mu stood aside and watched as the children painted on the plaster on Mu Shaoling's legs. Although the children were young, they had been exposed to various interests and hobbies for a long time, so the paintings they drew were quite beautiful.
Instead of being painted messily, innocent and brightly colored paintings were painted on the white plaster.
Very pretty.
It's like seeing the beauty of spring.
Nianmu looked at it for a long time, and the wound on her waist hurt again, reminding her that she needed to take medicine and apply it, otherwise, the wound would definitely become inflamed.
She needs to go back to the villa to get medicine.
After Nian Mu made up his mind, he asked Mu Shaoling for instructions, "Mr. Mu, while the nanny is here now, I want to go back and get some things. It won't take long, it will probably take more than half an hour."
Mu Shaoling nodded, knowing that she was not looking for an excuse to leave, so he agreed, "Okay, Uncle Zhang is downstairs, let him see you off."
Uncle Zhang brought the nanny and the child to the hospital, and is still waiting in the parking lot downstairs.
"No, I drove here, so there is no need to trouble Uncle Zhang." Nianmu put on his coat, took his mobile phone key and left the ward.
Zhan Zhan looked at Nian Mu's leaving figure and looked at Mu Shaoling, "Dad, aren't you afraid that your sister won't come back after she leaves?"
Mu Shaoling touched his son's head and said, "She is not that kind of person."
She came to the parking lot, found her car, and drove away.
Even while driving, her wound still hurts...
Nian Mu was wondering in his heart, the wound that was obviously about to recover started to hurt even though it hurt.
She endured the discomfort, drove back to the villa, walked into the bedroom, opened the drawer, and found the medicine she wanted.
Nian Mu did not rush downstairs, but first re-applied medicine and bandage to the wound, and then took anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicine. After a while, she felt that the dull pain of the wound had subsided a lot, and then she put on the supplies to clean the wound.
Related medicines are also packed.
She didn't waste any time and rushed to the hospital immediately.
When Nian Mu returned to Mu Shaoling's ward, Taotao stepped forward and took her hand, happily showing her the paintings they had made on Mu Shaoling's legs.
Looking at the colorful children's paintings, which also contained the children's blessings for Mu Shaoling, Nian Mu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and praised: "It's so beautiful."
"Sister, you think it looks good, too. Dad is a liar if he says it doesn't look good!" Taotao complained with a pout.
Nianmu looked at Mu Shaoling. He looked arrogant. He probably acted like a drawing board for the children, so that's why.
She touched Taotao's head, glanced at the time, and reminded: "It's getting late. You should go back quickly. If you are late, you will miss dinner."
If she hadn't been specifically told, the time for dinner at the Mu family's old house was fixed. She knew that, so she reminded her specifically.
"Okay sister, dad, we'll come see you tomorrow." Taotao turned back to Mu Shaoling and said, not insisting on staying.
Because on the way here, his brother and sister had already told him that his father and sister were quite busy recently, and they should be more sensible and not just focus on clinging to their father and sister.
After the children left, the ward returned to calm.
Mu Shaoling lowered his eyes and looked at the colorful colors on his legs and asked, "Can it be washed off?"
Nian Mu blinked and looked at him, "Mr. Mu?"
"Can these be washed off?" Mu Shaoling asked.
"I'm afraid not. The plaster is colored and difficult to wash off." Nian Mu confessed, and now is not the time to wash it off. You have to wait for a month to put on plaster.
Mu Shaoling picked up the folder and continued to read the documents.
"I have already told Special Assistant Dong to prepare some loose pants for you. When you are discharged from the hospital, you can put them on directly to cover the plaster." Nian Mu said, knowing that he did not hate the children's paintings.
But the plaster is painted with colorful colors, which really affects his aura.
She knew everything, so she mentioned it on the way back.
"You want him to prepare?" Mu Shaoling frowned.
Nian Mu looked at him in astonishment, "What's wrong?"
"I don't wear clothes prepared by men." Mu Shaoling disliked it very much. Personal items like clothes and shoes should not be prepared by another unrelated man.
And it's not an emergency situation now, so why should Dong Zijun be prepared?
It's obviously okay to recite Mu yourself.
"What do you mean..." Nian Mu seemed to understand what he meant, but was not sure.
Moreover, she didn't want to prepare it for him on her own initiative.
Mu Shaoling couldn't help but sigh when he heard her questioning tone. She either didn't understand or she did it on purpose, "I don't agree with Special Assistant Dong's vision in choosing clothes. You can prepare them for me."
"Ah, okay." Nian Mu nodded dully.
"Do you know the size?" Mu Shaoling asked deliberately. She knew that in the past, she prepared all her clothes, including custom-made ones.
Of course Nian Mu knew that his figure had not changed, so of course there would not be a big change in size.
"I don't know." She still lied.
Mu Shaoling watched her lying to him without changing her face. He remembered that in the past, she would blush for a long time when she said an intimate word, but now she could lie without any change in her expression.
"There are some of my clothes in the villa, you can take a look." Mu Shaoling's tone became stiffer.
"Okay, Mr. Mu." Nian Mu nodded, and she put the bag in her hand into the cabinet prepared for the escort.
"What did you get back?" Mu Shaoling asked again.
"Just some commonly used skin care products." Nian Mu replied. After putting the things away, he looked at the time and saw that it was already evening and Mu Shaoling had to take a shower...
He has mysophobia, so it's impossible for him not to take a bath, but...
Nian Mu is in trouble. Now that she is not Ruan Bai, will this man be so generous as to let her see everything?
Even if he is willing, he still feels inappropriate, not because he is shy, but because he is inappropriate...
Nian Mu cleared his throat and asked, "Mr. Mu, do you want to wash up today?"
"Of course." Mu Shaoling said, closing the document and looking at the time. It was time to wash up. "Prepare it for me."
"Shall I prepare it for you? I don't think it's appropriate. How about I ask a nurse to come? Or a male caregiver will do..." Nian Mu asked. It was indeed inappropriate to ask her to come.
