Mu Shaoling sighed helplessly. It seemed that it was necessary to temporarily transfer a nanny from the old house.
Seeing that he didn't move, Nianmu said in a muffled voice: "If the soup gets cold, it won't taste good."
"Give me your hand." Mu Shaoling stretched out his big palm and motioned for her to put her hand in his palm.
Nianmu deliberately handed him his left hand.
Mu Shaoling was not annoyed. He picked up her right hand, kissed the back of it, and stretched out the other hand, "Give me your right hand too."
Nian Mu's face turned red. He put his hand on his palm and explained, "I'm fine."
Mu Shaoling checked carefully and found that there was no blood. He lowered his head gently and kissed the gauze with a cold kiss.
Nianmu's fingers curled up slightly, and the blush spread on his face.
His loving gestures stirred her heart.
The gauze rubbed Mu Shaoling's lips, and Mu Shaoling let out a sigh, "You still have to be careful. The nanny from the old house will come over tomorrow. You don't have to prepare breakfast for the child. The nanny will prepare it."
"Well..." Nian Mu wanted to say that there was no need to send a nanny over, because Aunt Wu had even wrapped the buns, and she could steam them on the pot and eat them.
But then she thought that Mu Shaoling's decision was not something she could control, so she could only agree.
Nian Mu gently took out his hand and said, "You eat first, I have to go downstairs to eat too."
"Well, let Aunt Wu do the other things." Mu Shaoling warned, and Nian Mu would never be allowed to touch other things.
She said "hmm", and naturally she could hear the meaning behind this warm concern.
If she continued to make her own decisions and do housework, he would reprimand Aunt Wu.
"I'll go downstairs first." Nian Mu said.
Mu Shaoling was not willing to let her go downstairs so smoothly, but he was also reluctant to let Nian Mu go hungry.
After Nianmu left the bedroom, he went downstairs with a blushing face.
Three children were sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. When they saw her coming downstairs, they gathered around her.
Ruanruan asked with concern: "Sister, your hand is not injured, right?"
"No, it's okay." Nianmu handed his right hand to them, "Look, there is no bleeding, and the gauze is still white."
"Sister, please eat quickly." Ruanruan thought to herself that she must be hungry after staying in the hospital all day.
"Okay." Nianmu said and walked into the dining room.
Zhan Zhan followed her, with a hint of concern on his cool face, "Sister, shall I feed you?"
Although these things are not what a little man like him should do, it is an expression of concern for his mother, so he should do it.
Nian Mu was a little surprised, but then she saw Zhan Zhan's concern. She smiled and shook her head and said, "No, you go watch a cartoon. I'll just eat with a spoon."
"Sister..." Zhan Zhan was still worried. How could someone who always uses his right hand become accustomed to using his left hand?
There was a classmate in his school who was left-handed. The teacher once tried to get him to write with his right hand, but he insisted on using his left hand.
Because the words written by the left hand are smoother than those written by the right hand.
Some naughty classmates also followed this classmate and learned to write with their left hand, but the words they wrote looked like "ghost symbols" and were very ugly, so he knew that his regular hand was the most efficient for doing things.
"It's okay, the spoon is easy to use with your left hand." Nian Mu said, walked into the kitchen and took out a clean spoon.
She knew that Zhan Zhan was caring about her, but she didn't feel comfortable letting her children feed her.
She sat next to the dining table and showed Zhan Zhan how to use her left hand to eat with a spoon without any pressure.
Zhan Zhan sat aside and saw that she drank the soup with a spoon, ate the rice, and put vegetables and meat into her mouth. Only then did he realize that she was not trying to be brave.
Her left hand is also very nimble.
"Look, there's no difficulty at all. Don't worry, go watch the cartoon." Nian Mu said. She had received relevant training on the horror island, and her left hand was more flexible than others.
So eating with a spoon is no problem at all.
Not to mention the spoon, she thinks she has no problem using chopsticks.
But the reason why she used her right hand to block the knife was because the position she wanted to pinch was on the left, so she could only use her left hand to pinch and block the knife with her right hand.
Zhan Zhan nodded, knowing that it was impolite to sit here and watch her eat, so he left the dining room and returned to the living room to watch cartoons with his younger siblings.
upstairs.
Mu Shaoling was handling work when the police station called.
"What's the matter?" Mu Shaoling glanced at the caller information and saw that it was the police chief.
"Mr. Mu, is Ms. Nian here?" the police chief asked. He knew that Nian Mu had an unusual relationship with Mu Shaoling, so before looking for Nian Mu, he called Mu Shaoling first.
"Is something wrong?" Mu Shaoling had no intention of asking the police chief to trouble Nian Mu.
"Well, the prisoner captured today kept complaining that he had a stomachache. Our police checked and found that there were no wounds on his stomach, but he said that Ms. Nian once pinched him, so he kept hurting. I just want to ask Nian.
Madam, what's going on?" the police chief asked.
Hearing him mention a stomachache, Mu Shaoling knew what was going on.
Nian Mu Dingran pinched the man's acupuncture point when he was trying to break free.
He had seen that in Russia.
It can make people feel weak for a moment, and then they will attack later. There are no wounds or internal injuries, but they are excruciating pain.
"What are you asking Ms. Nian for? She has no power to restrain a chicken, and she didn't even have a weapon when she was held hostage. You should be interrogating that person, why are you pretending to be in pain?" Mu Shaoling knew how Nian Mu treated the hostage.
Her person, but didn't intend to say it out loud.
Anyway, no one will die. As long as painkillers are given in time, the pain will get worse in the end and then lessen. The whole person will feel like he has been through pain hell, but in the end he will be unscathed.
"Okay!" The police chief originally wanted to say, it's not like the man was pretending to be in pain...
If he was really pretending, it wouldn't be too much to award the other party an Oscar. After all, the grinning face and distorted face are not expressions that can be made by ordinary pain.
But what Mu Shaoling said makes sense.
Nian Mu was just a weak woman who escaped by blocking the knife with her hand. How could she possibly hurt a man?
"Is there anything else?" Mu Shaoling's tone was very bad.
"No, I'm sorry." The police chief apologized for doubting Nian Mu after listening to the suspect's words. He shouldn't doubt Nian Mu, after all, she was the victim.
Even if Nian Mu stabbed the suspect, it was considered self-defense and could not be said to have broken the law.
"If he is in pain, take him to the hospital and let the doctor check him carefully to see if there are any internal injuries, so as not to disturb Nian Mu again," Mu Shaoling reminded.
He has seen people tortured by Nian Mu's method. Without painkillers and a lack of concentration, it might be difficult to survive.
"You're right, Mr. Mu, I won't disturb you. Goodbye." The police chief hung up the phone.
He slowly breathed out a sigh of relief.
Even over the phone, he could feel Mu Shaoling's powerful aura.
This kind of pressure really made it difficult for him to continue asking.
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