Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

  Chapter 212 Mo Xiuchen becomes naive, like a child

Wen Ran glanced at him, neither refused nor agreed. After a few seconds, she sat down on the edge of the bed, opened the breakfast box, spooned a spoonful of lean pork liver porridge, and blew it in her mouth. , Make sure it's not hot, and then feed it to his mouth.

  Looking at the porridge she fed to her mouth, Mo Xiuchen's eyes suddenly burst into light.

  The handsome face, who had been slightly pale due to blood loss, was instantly lit up with joy, and said happily, "Of course, thank you." Then he opened his mouth and ate a spoonful of porridge.

  Wen Ran looked at his smiling brows and asked faintly, "Is it delicious?"

  Mo Xiuchen nodded immediately, swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and added, "It's delicious."

   "After eating this porridge, I drank the soup in a while."

  Wen Ran avoids his burning eyes.

  Turned his head and looked at the soup on the bedside table.

  From the fragrance and concentration, the soup must have been boiled for several hours, and it is only a little past six o'clock. It is conceivable that Shen Yuting has been cooking soup for him since last night.

Seeing her staring at Tang in a daze, Mo Xiuchen smiled and explained, "I was injured last night and Shen Yuting happened to be there. I didn't let her cook soup for me, let alone deliver them early in the morning. "

  "Since this soup is boiling, you can drink it, don't waste it."

  Wen Ran frowned, and did not ask why Shen Yuting was there, her voice was very calm and gentle.

   "I don't drink, I eat the breakfast you bought."

  Mo Xiuchen became naive, really like a child.

   Wen Ran sighed lightly, and seeing him staring at the porridge in her hand, she scooped up another spoon and blew it to her mouth to feed it.

  Mo Xiuchen ate it quietly. For a while, the two of them did not speak. They fed each spoonful and bite each bite. The atmosphere was warm and peaceful.

At the rest area at the end of the corridor, Tan Mu looked at Shen Yuting in a daze, frowned slightly, and said flatly, "Wen Ran learned that Xiuchen was injured at two in the morning. She called me and threatened. I said, if I don't bring her, she will come alone in the middle of the night."

  Shen Yuting was thinking of her own mind and heard what Tan Mu said.

  She raised her head in a daze. In the corridor in the morning, the light was a little dim, and Tan Mu's expression was not clear.

  For a while, she didn't understand what he meant, but looked at him in a daze.

   Tan Mu pointed to the chair beside her and motioned for her to sit down.

  Shen Yuting pursed her lips and sat down slowly. Tan Mu sat down in the chair opposite her.

  She was facing the window, the light hit her face, and he could clearly see the trance and confusion on her face.

   "Xiu Chen and Wen Ran are two loves and love each other."

  If Tan Mu’s words just now were too tactful, Shen Yuting, who was distracted, could not understand.

  Shen Yuting understands the obvious reminder.

  Because she understood, her face became pale for an instant, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, she lowered her head and bit her lip lightly.

  "Wen Ran asked me on the plane, and I didn’t dare to tell her about the details of Xiuchen’s injuries."

   Tan Mu paused, and then continued, "Maybe Xiu Chen won't tell her the real reason, and I don't want her to think about it."

  Shen Yuting suddenly raised her head, the pale color on her face getting deeper and deeper.

  Her water-like eyes fixedly looked at Tan Mu's stern facial features, and explained stiffly, “I have no other meaning, Xiu Chen was injured, half of the reason is because of me, I just want to take care of him for a few days.”

  Just now, when Wen Ran asked her, she didn't tell Wen Ran that half of the reason for Mo Xiuchen's injury was her.

  She only said that she happened to know that Mo Xiuchen was injured, and it was a kind concealment, and she didn't want her to think about it.

   "Don't worry, I won't tell Ranran."

  Shen Yuting pressed her lips tightly and made a promise.

  Wen Ran is not someone else, but her cousin. Her cousin has been looking for so many years, and her aunt died in depression because she missed her.

  She can rob a man with any woman, but she can’t rob Wen Ran!

   "That's her and Xiu Chen's business, we don't need to intervene."

   Tan Mu's tone has been faint, with a hint of the coolness of this late autumn.

  He was unwilling to tell Wen Ran the details on the plane, but he didn't know whether to tell the truth or lie.

   "However, why did you know that Xiuchen was injured at two in the morning?"

  Shen Yuting looked at Tan Mu suspiciously. Last night, she asked Mo Xiuchen if she wanted to tell Wen Ran.

  Mo Xiuchen not only forbids her to notify Wen Ran, but also forbids Qin Mu, Luo Haofeng and others to come to visit. In this case, no one should tell Wen Ran.

Tan Mu shook his head, raised his hand and rubbed his sideburns. He was awakened by Wen Ran's phone at more than two o'clock in the morning. He hasn't closed his eyes until now, and he is very sleepy. "I don't know. When I received the call, she asked me Which hospital Xiu Chen lives in, let me come with her."

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  In the ward, Wen Ran finished feeding a bowl of porridge, put down the bowl of rice, and went to bring the soup on the small table.

   "Of course, I really don't drink."

  Mo Xiuchen suddenly grabbed her wrist and looked at her with deep and firm eyes. He frowned warmly and looked at him faintly.

"I am full."

  Mo Xiuchen smiled slightly and said softly, “Don’t you want to see where my injury is?”

  These words had a very good effect. Wen Ran's attention was attracted by his words, his eyes changed slightly, and his gaze swept over his body.

  Mo Xiuchen let go of her hand, opened the quilt, and then opened the hospital gown on her body. What caught Wen Ran's eyes was the dazzling white gauze.

  Gauze wrapped around his waist, he pointed to the gauze on his left abdomen and said, "Here!"

Wen Ran stared at the dazzling gauze, and layers of distress appeared uncontrollably in her heart. She leaned forward, slowly stretched out her hand, and touched the position of his finger lightly and lightly, and looked up again. At him, "Does it hurt?"

  Mo Xiuchen shook his head, his deep eyes filled with warmth, "It was painful, but when I saw you, it won't hurt so much."

   "If it weren't for me to keep asking, are you going to keep hiding from me?"

  Wen Ran's slender fingers stroked his mouth through the gauze, feeling unspeakably distressed.

Mo Xiuchen raised his hand and grabbed her hand, wrapped it in his generous and warm palm, and said gently, "I think it will be better after two days. I will tell you when I go back, this wound will not be complete in three or five days Hey, wherever I can keep hiding it from you, even if it is healed, scars will inevitably fall."

Wen Ran's nose was a little sour, she avoided his sight, looked down at his wound for a while, then raised her head again, looked into his dark eyes, and asked softly, "Can you tell me the reason? Why didn't you avoid it, you would get stabbed?"

  Mo Xiuchen’s wound pain was really relieved because of her concern and distress. He looked at her with gentle eyes and said softly, “Of course it can, but not now.”

  (End of this chapter)