Chapter 91: Start reading

Quiet night with soft lights. Mu Hanxia was sitting in front of the hospital bed, sharply peeling the apple.
Zhang Zi, lying on the bed, looked at her look carefully, and smiled: "Is something good happening?"
Mu Hanxia smiled and stuck the cut apple on his mouth: "Aren't you a nerd? When did you become so sensitive to gossip?"
"I want to watch you get married soon."
"Don't worry about it."
Watching him obediently eat up a small apple, Mu Hanxia said again, "I and he are restarted, watch the break in. But you know, I have more important things to do now. "
Zhang Zi smiled helplessly: "Take away your strongwoman's suit, these two things are not contradictory."
Mu Hanxia smiled and did not answer.
Zhang Zi: "Did you mention the plan behind him?"
"No. He's the chairman of Feng Chen, let's talk about it when it's done."
Zhang Zi didn't speak. After a while, he said, "I can understand the man's mood. I bet he cares most now, not anything else, but when he can marry you home."
Mu Hanxia was silent for a moment, smiling with a smile: "Zhang Zi, I remember that you are Dr. Princeton, can you be like the aunt in the neighborhood?"

After visiting Zhang Zi, Mu Hanxia returned home. The next morning, she went downstairs to run as usual. As soon as I went out, I saw Lin Mochen standing in a black sportswear, standing beside the flowerbed. Hands in his pockets, looked up at her.
Mu Hanxia smiled mildly at him, and ran ahead in the morning mist. He quickly followed.
"Early," he said.
"early."
Human feeling is a strange thing. Usually, Mu Hanxia runs alone, he doesn't feel anything, and his mood is always calm. Now there is one more beside him, although the two do not talk much when running, but his sense of existence is too strong, Mu Hanxia's heart is always not peaceful.
After running for about half an hour, Lin Mochen's speed gradually slowed down. Mu Hanxia thought he was dying, and slowed down and looked back at him. Then he heard him say, "Han Xia, I can't run anymore." Before the words fell, Mu Han Xia's hand was caught by him. She bumped into his dreary eyes, and he was held in his arms.
Mu Hanxia's heart trembled, and she realized that he was drunk. She immediately smiled and said, "Lin Mochen, running is running, don't think about muddy water and touching fish." She pulled her hand back and speeded forward .
Lin Mochen's arms fell through, looking at her pretty and robust back, half a moment, and smiled. Such a trick in the past is to try Bailing. As long as he shot half-truth, she would most likely be soft in his arms, smiling shyly and happily. Now ... he looked calmly after her again.
Finally, an hour was over. The sun also came out, and the two walked back side by side.
Mu Hanxia lived alone for many years, and many habits were developed by her mother when she was a child. For example, at this moment, when she was sweating all over, she used to take out the towel she had habitually, and first wipe the sweat from her face and neck, then stretched into the clothes behind her, and wiped it away to avoid the wind and cold.
Lin Mochen saw her habitual movement and said, "I'll come."
Mu Hanxia froze, and the towel in his hand had been taken away by him.
The two stood in the sunlight under a building, and no one else was on the road. Mu Hanxia stood with his back to him, somehow trembling slightly. There was light in the corners of his eyes, and he glanced down at his lowered brows. He lifted her jersey slightly with one hand, holding the towel in the other, and poked in. Along her shoulders, she started to wipe down. After her thin back, her ... sports corset, then slid to the spine, to the waist, and wiped the sweat from her waists gently and gently.
He didn't even touch it, but Mu Hanxia's body hasn't been touched by a man for many years, but he burst into crunches ~ numbness, covering the entire back, and then swept the whole body. Her face was also a little hot.
At this moment, his hand was backed out, and he arranged his clothes again, saying, "Okay."
Mu Hanxia took the towel back: "Thank you." He smiled and said, "Help each other, and help me wipe it, too, lest I ... catch a cold."
His back was as tall and thin as he remembered, but it seemed thicker. Mu Hanxia gazed for a few seconds, gently lifted up his sportswear, pushed in the towel, his fingers touched his shoulder, and then wiped it down inch by inch. Up to his spine, his narrow waist.
He suddenly put his hands behind his back and grabbed her.
He didn't speak, and Mu Hanxia didn't move.
She smelled the slight sweat on his back and the familiar atmosphere that belonged to him.
After a while, she pulled back her hands and straightened his clothes.
The atmosphere between the two seemed to be a little different. He looked up at her and smiled faintly, "Do you have enough porridge today for two people?"
"I didn't cook it today. Let's have breakfast outside."
Lin Mochen answered, "Okay."
Mu Hanxia took him, and went on to an early shop in front.
In fact, she deliberately did not cook porridge today, holding a delicate mind. She looked at the quiet and frowning eyebrow of the man next to her, always thinking that if she was allowed to enter the room like this, where would she still hold him back?
At the early morning shop, the two stood in front of the bar. Mu Hanxia looked at the menu on the wall and asked, "What do you eat?"
Lin Mochen said, "I do n’t always arrange what you eat?" After handing her wallet to her, she went to a card seat and sat down.
His words surprised Mu Hanxia a little. Because he said it was before. His taste was extremely picky, and at first he took her to eat all kinds of good things. Later, the two got better, and she also knew his taste, and then went to eat, he was relieved, and lazily let her arrange it.
In fact, he has always been a masculine man, and likes to let his woman take care of these things.
And every summer, order a good dish, and return to the table. He always likes to have her sit next to her rather than opposite. At leisure after eating, he likes to hold her to watch the news on the mobile phone, or touch her hair and her neck, and the two say some ears ...
Mu Hanxia calmed down, ordered a meal, and paid. Turning around, he saw Lin Mochen sitting on the inside of one side of the deck, vacating the space beside him, and resting his hands on the backrest. Although it is a sportswear, it also looks luxurious and cold.
He looked at her and waited for her.
Silently provoked her.
It seems like the proud and bad man of that year.
Mu Hanxia's heart stirred up ripples. She could not bear to laugh, walked over as if not aware of his intentions, sat down opposite him, handed him his wallet and said, "Eat soon"
Lin Mochen did not answer.
He stood up, walked around the table, and walked to her.
"Sit inside," he said.
Mu Hanxia: "What are you doing?"
His hand fell on her waist, and he half pushed and held her in. Mu Hanxia's waist is so numb, she can only submit. He let go of his hand and sat down beside her. After a while, she rested her hands on her shoulders naturally, stroking the broken hair in her ears gently, and then moved it to her neck. His fingers were long and soft, and Mu Hanxia was tickled and numb by him, neither of them spoke.