Chapter 217: Owe nothing

She couldn't do it, watching him, the wound was bleeding.
As soon as she recalled the towel on his arm, soaked in blood, she felt tight in her chest and had difficulty breathing.
No matter how bad he was, it was still a life, and she couldn't let it go.
But once he manages, with his rebellion and pride, he will definitely refuse to listen, and he may even think wildly.
Zhao Donghan thought for a while, and decided to use the role in the game to give a lesson to this arrogant and difficult man.
He used the role to torture her, and she could also use the trick to deal with him in turn.
Mu Yichen was overjoyed and flattered.
Every pore in the body seems to be clamoring:
Can manage, can manage, of course you can.
If you want to sit idly by, it won't work.
Is she willing to accept this setting and decide to start caring about him?
This method of retreat for advancement, put in death and resurrection, seems to have some effect.
He deeply felt that he was forced by her to be despicable to a certain extent.
The last time he pretended to be drunk, he did not hesitate to use the experience of his mother leaving him when he was a child to routine her, and he made a fictional first love for himself.
At that time, he discovered that although Zhao Donghan was strong and stubborn, sometimes he was easy to relent.
Especially for the weak with similar experiences to her, it is easiest to compromise.
He has always been strong and never likes to let others know his weaknesses. But in order to make her look at him, she didn't mind occasionally showing weakness.
So he decided to take advantage of this trivial injury to kidnap her shamelessly and morally. Win her sympathy to achieve your goal.
In the man's heart, thousands of peach blossoms have been bloomed, but on the surface he was indifferent, still coldly spit out a few words:
"Don't bother.
The game ends here, I'm not playing anymore, please go away. "
With his fists clenched tightly, I pleaded in my heart:
Don't go, but don't go!
She was a little angry, thinking about stimulating him with words, inevitably she was a little bit reckless:
"Why, Shao Mu can't afford to play? I'm afraid that if I play, I will be immersed in it and cannot extricate himself from it?"
He said he would play, and he said he would not play.
Why should I keep listening to him?
Really think she has no temper, and use her as a clay figure?
"Just kidding, I won't be able to play it? I'm afraid I will kill you in the end."
Fortunately, she didn't give up...
He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to say deadly: "Okay, keep playing. But now, I want to divorce!"
After speaking coldly, he turned to ignore her.
"Didn't you say that all fairy tales are romantic and perfect?"
Her eyes widened, her gaze swept over his injured arm.
I have never heard of a fairy tale where the princess and the prince divorce.
"We are not in harmony, of course we are going to get a divorce." He raised his chin very displeased, his magnetic voice was a little low, "I don't even allow me to draw my eyebrows. What kind of couple? If you don't let me draw my eyebrows, I don't need you. Bandaged.
Neither owe each other! "
Unexpectedly, Mu Sansui was angry about this incident.
She thought for half a minute and didn't figure out how he connected these two things.
Zhao Donghan raised his hand and pressed his fingertips between his swollen eyebrows, suffering a headache.
It turned out that he put makeup on her in order to pay her favor.
I couldn't believe it, just because she refused, he was about to take apart the wound that she had wrapped himself.
This man, the more he lives, the more he goes back.
He even threatened him with his own body and asked others to do what he wanted.
Such naive behavior, even a three-year-old child who is a little clever and sensible, can't do it?
What a wayward young master.
Mu is two years old, can you do something that an adult should do?
She bent down and picked up the eyebrow pencil he had thrown aside, went around in front of him, and forced it into his hand:
"Okay, you paint, you paint!"
He turned around, put his gaze on her face, and said proudly:
"This is what you beg of me!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
Zhao Donghan couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't help him.
I don't understand why I was so unlucky to meet such a bullshit.
At the end of each month, she would accompany Zhao Xia Nuan to the orphanage to visit the children who have lost their loved ones.
She thinks she has a good way of coaxing children.
Most of those children are extremely quiet and well-behaved. Occasionally encountering a child with a weird temper and stubbornness, she can handle it easily.
Children's hearts are often simple and direct. She is kind to them, they know it.
As long as they chat with them and play games together, those children will regard her as good friends.
She felt that Mu Yichen, an adult, was much more difficult to get along with than a child.
After all, a child is not aggressive, and he can do anything.
Why do you need someone to coax such a big person?
Obviously he is self-willed and unreasonable, and she has to compromise. What is the reason?
Mu Yichen stretched his brows, contented.
If in the future, she can be like this every day, just be obedient and obedient.
Suddenly seeing her barefoot and stepping on the carpet, he squinted his eyes and immediately bent over to hug her.
"What are you doing? Put it down."
She was still worried about his injury. So he kept twisting, not allowing him to hold.
He ignored her struggle and didn't let go of her until he hugged her back to the bed.
Lifting her pointed chin with one hand, she began to trace her eyebrows.
Her eyebrows are very good-looking, neither thick nor light, and the color is just right, so she really doesn't need the touch of pink and daisy.
He swept lightly twice, as if he had completed a ritual, and raised the corners of his lips contentedly and stretched out his arms in front of her:
"Okay. Repack it for me."
Zhao Donghan glared at him in disbelief. Why did he want her to wrap up if he pulled it away self-willedly?
She deserves him?
"After the package is complete, I will let you prepare your resume."
He met her gaze and threw a bait without rushing to believe that she was not taken the bait.
Sure enough, she didn't say anything.
He picked up the bandage that was loosely hanging on his arm, re-wrapped his wound, and finally tied a dead button with force.
Lest he be willful and foolish next time.
Mu Yichen was convinced, took the laptop and put it in front of her.
Zhao Donghan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling dizzy.
After all, everything went to him before he was willing to let her get what she wanted.
After typing two words, she felt uncomfortable for her lower abdomen and couldn't help biting her lower lip, and a cold sweat broke out on her head.
Mu Yichen found that her face was wrong and pretended to ask casually:
"Uncomfortable?"
"kind of."
She continued to operate on the keyboard, her face even more ugly.
"Stop writing, lie down."
He closed the notebook aggressively and pulled it out of her hand.
She quickly grasped it and refused to let go:
"I'm fine, I want to finish my resume soon."
"No, you must lie down."
He has a cold attitude and is not negotiable.
She didn't have much strength from him, and coupled with her physical discomfort, she could only watch him in the end and took away the computer she had finally acquired.