Chapter 25 The Dusty Past

"Brother Nan, what's wrong with your face?"

A gust of fragrant wind blows.

Shen Qiange's leg has not fully recovered yet. She is sitting in a wheelchair with a delicate but pale face. She is wearing a light plain French skirt and has a plush blanket on her knees. It was knitted by Mu Jinhuan herself and has a Her favorite apricot flower pattern.

She used both hands to roll the wheelchair in front of him.

"Brother Nan."

She raised her delicate oval face and looked at the man who was staring at her with his eyes lowered from above. There were bright red fingerprints on his cold handsome face.

Shen Qiange's expression froze, and his face suddenly wrinkled, "Who beat you like this?"

The woman's sweet voice suddenly brought Mo Huainan back from his deep thoughts that had wandered all night.

He lowered his cold handsome face, narrowed his deep eyes, looked sideways at her, and his eyes fell on the blanket covering her knees without any warning.

Looking at the familiar patterns on the blanket, every stitch and thread was knitted by Mu Jinhuan himself.

For a moment, he was in a trance, and Mu Jinhuan's familiar and small face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and his heart was suddenly hollowed out by a big palm.

Seeing that he kept staring at her without speaking, Shen Qiange followed his gaze and asked, "Brother Nan? What's wrong with you? Apart from your face, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?"

"It's okay, just a little injury." Shen Qiange's sweet voice brought him back from his fugue.

Shen Qiange's voice was filled with distressed sobs, mist filled her brows silently, and tears hung on her long eyelashes, "How could it be a minor injury? Your face is swollen."

"It's all red, but it's still a small injury."

Shen Qiange took a long breath, with a look of distress on his face, her lower lip was almost bitten, she endured the pain in her leg and was about to stand up to touch the dazzling red on the man's handsome face, "It must hurt, right?" "

"Sit down."

Mo Huainan was silent for a moment, his handsome face was cold and distant, and with a "pop", he slapped her hand away with not too much force, "It's okay."

He raised his hand and caressed her shoulder. He was afraid that the force would be too strong and hurt her delicate shoulder. He pushed her back into the wheelchair and said, "Your legs are not healed yet, so don't move around."

Shen Qiange's shaky body was suddenly helped back into the wheelchair by Mo Huainan.

But his hand was mercilessly slapped away——

Shen Qiange's already pale face was suddenly covered with a hint of grievance, and Mo Huainan actually pushed her away.

For a moment, anger, grievance, unwillingness... all the emotions gathered in her heart, as if a big hand was tearing her apart.

But she knew Mo Huainan, and he wouldn't say anything he didn't want to say no matter how much she asked.

Forget it, he didn't tell her, and she didn't ask further questions.

Anyway, Mo Huainan has agreed to marry her, and Mo Huainan will be hers sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiange bit her lip tightly. She looked at the distant and cold face of the man in front of her and suppressed the bad emotions in her heart. "Brother Nan, wait for me. I'll get you some ice cubes to apply. Okay." .”

Before Mo Huainan could say anything, Shen Qiange wiped away her tears like a wronged little daughter-in-law, and pushed the wheelchair away.

Shen Qiange, who came back again, calmed down her emotions. She hid her bad emotions in her heart and hid them well, but her eyes were slightly red.

Shen Qiange took the ice cube, wrapped it in a towel, raised his hand, and carefully handed the ice cube to Mo Huainan, "Is it better?"

Feeling the woman's soft, boneless hands on his face, Mo Huainan bent slightly and applied ice to his face with his bony fingers.

"I will do it myself."

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop in the room.Shen Qiange raised her little face and looked at his three-dimensional perfect facial features and sharp-edged handsome face. Even after missing him for so many years, she still moved her heart.

He thought silently in his heart: Mo Huainan is hers, and it can only be hers.

Shen Qiange's sweet voice sounded at the right time, "Brother Nan, I came here mainly to tell you about our affairs. My mother asked me about our marriage yesterday. She said that she went to the temple to choose an auspicious day for me. At the beginning of next month, she wants us to get married next month.”

Mo Huainan raised his eyebrows, and his cold eyebrows paused on the woman's delicate face. Finally, they landed on her slightly red eyes, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

He promised to marry her, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Seeing that he remained silent, Mu Jinhuan's heart sank, fearing that Mo Huainan would regret it: "Brother Nan, you promised to marry me, don't you want to marry me?"

She just looked at him with her beautiful and anxious eyes wide open, full of longing, her long straight black hair floating beside her ears, and her small face looking sickly pale. No man could help but think about it. Have pity on her.

Staring at her watery eyes, Mo Huainan was a little dazzled, and his cold eyes paused for a moment.

He used to love her eyes that fascinated him so much, and that's still the case now.

Without Shen Qiange, he would not be what he is today.

It was Shen Qiange who risked his life to save him from the sea of ​​fire, and it was Shen Qiange who gave him a second life.

Mo Huainan is not an ungrateful person. Shen Qiange saved his life, and she is also his favorite. He has the responsibility and obligation to take care of her both emotionally and rationally.

"I have missed you for so many years, and I don't want to miss you anymore. I will listen to you."

"You promised to marry me next month?!"

After hearing Mo Huainan's words, Shen Qiange raised her face in excitement and stared at him with a pair of watery eyes, overjoyed.

Mo Huainan held his pocket with one hand, looked at her with a handsome face and nodded in acquiescence.

"Brother Nan, thank you. You are so kind to me. I have chosen a wedding dress. Can you accompany me to see the wedding dress? Their vision is so tacky. I don't believe them. I only believe in your vision. You Can you give me some advice?"

Shen Qiange made a playful pose, wrapping her slender arms around the man's narrow waist, and said coquettishly with her face on his waist.

"As long as you like it." Mo Huainan gently touched the top of her furry hair.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ringtone of his cell phone broke the atmosphere.

Mo Huainan picked up and said solemnly, "Hello."

Lin Xiao's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Mo, it's difficult to check the eldest daughter of the Mu family. We still only found the previous information, but when we put the original information and the information found this time together, Mu The timing of Jin Huan appearing next to you is a bit too coincidental."

Lin Xiao's words made him frown, and he tightened his grip on the phone with his long fingers, "Send me the information."

"Yes."

Then with a "ding" sound, Mo Huainan received the folder from Lin Xiao.

Three years ago, he was dying. He had just undergone surgery and had not recovered long before he had a night with Mu Jinhuan. Afterwards, she threatened her with her child and forced him to marry her. In addition, her grandfather thought that she was a member of the Mo family. The savior gave her the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The eldest daughter of the Mu family has been dead for ten years, but Mu Jinhuan married him three years ago. Where has she been during this time?What have you done?
What is her identity?What's the hidden conspiracy behind marrying him?

Question after question flooded into his mind, making him restless and irritated.

"I want to meet Mu Jinhuan."

Mo Huainan's eyes were dim and unclear, and he spoke coldly with his troubled mind.

(End of this chapter)

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