After the divorce, the domineering ex-husband was slapped in the face every day

Chapter 448 Can you please stop leaving!

Mu Jinhuan pulled Mo Huainan's shoulders hard and turned his body over.

The severe burning in his stomach made Mo Huainan curl up in pain, his face was as white as paper, and veins bulged in his temples.

Only then did she notice that Mo Huainan's palm was pressed tightly against her stomach, "Do you have a stomachache?"

Mo Huainan gasped and said intermittently: "Maybe... I had a stomach problem after drinking at night..."

"Have you eaten tonight?"

Mo Huainan avoided Mu Jinhuan's eyes with a guilty conscience, and at the same time felt a little disappointed, "No."

It turned out that she hadn't noticed him all night.

He had been busy "fighting wits" with Chi Gui all night. Seeing the perfect understanding between the two of them, he felt even more upset. He was not in the mood to use chopsticks.

Mu Jinhuan's smoke blew hard at Mo Huainan. He actually dared to drink so much wine on an empty stomach. It seemed that he really thought his life was too long.

Mu Jinhuan looked around and raised her voice, "Come here! Is anyone here?"

Mo Huainan pulled her sleeve weakly, "The servants are on holiday... I'm the only one here."

Mu Jinhuan glared at him angrily, "Wait!"

She threw Mo Huainan on the floor and went upstairs.

If she hadn't happened to come to talk to him about something, he would have died of pain in his own home without anyone noticing.

Mu Jinhuan found Mo Huainan's room with ease and walked straight in.

She accurately touched the light switch, and the room suddenly became brighter.

The furnishings inside were no different from before their divorce, except for the things on the walls.

It was a large photo frame with a wedding photo of two people on it. It was also the only wedding photo of her and Mo Huainan.

If Mr. Mo hadn't forced Mo Huainan to take the photo, saying that it was a wedding reception place that couldn't be without photos of the newlyweds, Mo Huainan wouldn't have even agreed to take this photo.

In the photo, Mo Huainan had a cold face, as if he was taking a photo with a stranger, and his body subconsciously turned to the other side.

But Mu Jin's smile was particularly sweet. Her lace-gloved hand gently rested on Mo Huainan's arm, only half-heartedly.

Both of them have outstanding looks and refined temperaments. It is said that they should be a particularly good match standing together.

But it just gives people a feeling that they are inseparable from each other, even not as natural as the models in the wedding photo studio.

Mu Jinhuan stood under the photo frame, feeling as if there was a hook in her heart, twisting and turning in pain.

Only she knew that she secretly learned the smile in the photo by looking for photos of Shen Qiange.

Because she wanted to make Mo Huainan happy on that day, at least on this day, not to hate her so much.

But the fact is that Mo Huainan didn't even look at her.

Even this photo was thrown away by Mo Huainan on the night of their wedding. She quietly found it in the hotel trash can and took it home.

Mu Jinhuan hid this photo frame in the corner of the basement. Many nights when Mo Huainan didn't go home, she would secretly look at it alone in a daze.

This photo is arsenic wrapped in sugar, her self-comforting medicine, and the wonderful fantasy that sustained her for three years.

Mu Jin looked at the photo frame happily. Now that Mo Huainan found it and hung it here, what does it mean?

Her heart once surged with blood that fell for him, but now, that blood had frozen into ice and formed a hard ice wall.

Mu Jinhuan looked away and walked towards the bedside.

I opened the second drawer of the bedside table and found that there were indeed prepared stomach medicines inside.

This was the medicine that Mu Jinhuan found that was most suitable for Mo Huainan's symptoms after visiting famous doctors in the past.

He often socializes and inevitably drinks. Only taking this medicine can relieve his pain as quickly as possible.

Mu Jinhuan took the medicine and left the room without any nostalgia.

Mo Huainan was in a daze of pain and lay motionless on the ground.

When passing by the kitchen, she subconsciously went in and boiled half a pot of water, then mixed it into warm water and brought it out.

Mo Huainan's stomach was very delicate. When he first went to the doctor, he was told to take the medicine with warm water, otherwise it would easily affect the effect.

She looked down at the water glass in her hand and paused.

I didn't expect that she would still be so smooth after being separated for so long.

Mu Jinhuan closed her eyes, shook off the memories in her head, walked to Mo Huainan and squatted down. "Get up and take the medicine."

Mo Huainan didn't respond and was still lying down.

Mu Jinhuan put the warm water on the ground and freed up a hand to pat his face.

"Mo Huainan, wake up."

The temperature in her hand was extremely hot, and Mu Jinhuan couldn't help but shrink back.

Does he have a fever?
Mu Jinhuan grabbed Mo Huainan's collar with her hands and pulled him up from the ground with great effort.

She put her hand on his forehead again and touched her own. It seemed that she did have a low fever.

Mu Jinhuan's cold fingertips made the dim and unconscious Mo Huainan wake up for a moment. He barely supported the ground with his hands to make it easier for her to hold him.

Seeing that he was awake, Mu Jinhuan handed him the water and put it to his mouth together with the medicine.

Mo Huainan held the pill in his mouth, and as soon as he took the cup, his fingers softened and the water cup fell directly from his palm.

The next second, all the transparent liquid was sprinkled on Mu Jinhuan's front, making a large area wet.

Mo Huainan's mind was buzzing, and he stared blankly at Mu Jinhuan's wet clothes, half-covered, and wanted to say nothing.

"Look at it!"

Mu Jinhuan reached out and pressed her chest.

She should be thankful now that the water in the cup was warm rather than hot, otherwise she would have been scalded by now.

Mo Huainan hurriedly opened his eyes, an unintentional blush appearing on the tips of his ears. He apologized in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to."

Mu Jinhuan took out the hand that was supporting him and poured him another glass of water with a cold face.

She must have owed Mo Huainan a lot of money in her previous life, so she had to work so hard in this life.

After taking the medicine, Mu Jinhuan helped Mo Huainan to the sofa and prepared to leave.

Mo Huainan grabbed her wrist accurately, "Wait a minute, can you stop leaving!"

Mu Jinhuan glanced at him lightly, "I have already taken the medicine and it will take effect in less than 5 minutes."

"When you no longer feel any pain, go up and go back to your room to sleep."

Mo Huainan's forehead was still beaded with sweat, and his lips were as white as snow.

"But now I feel sore all over my body, especially my head. It seems like there are countless stars spinning in my head."

"I may have a fever. The last time I was injured and hospitalized, the doctor told me not to drink alcohol, otherwise it would easily cause inflammation."

Mu Jinhuan's inquiring eyes wandered on Mo Huainan's pale face, "Isn't your injury healed?"

Mo Huainan touched his forehead, which didn't even have a scar, put his fist to his lips, and coughed twice weakly.

"It's possible that the outer skin has grown, but the internal injuries haven't healed yet. It's a bit repetitive after drinking."

Mu Jinhuan still squinted his eyes suspiciously, examining Mo Huainan.

The corners of Mo Huainan's mouth sank, his eyes dropped to the ground in despair, and his voice was muffled.

"Speaking of which, I was injured because of your little brother. You won't leave me alone, right?"

Mo Huainan's tone was pitiful, as if Mu Jinhuan was some kind of bad guy who was so evil that he refused to save her if she left him.

"There are no servants at home. If I develop a high fever, there won't even be anyone to call an ambulance for me..."

"stop--"

Mu Jinhuan raised her hand and stopped Mo Huainan from nagging like he was chanting sutras.

Did the younger brother cause the incident, or was he trying to avenge her? In the final analysis, it was her fault.

"Are you willing to stay?" Mo Huainan's gray eyes brightened a little due to weakness.

Mu Jinhuan glanced at him with great dissatisfaction, "I will leave when you fall asleep."

This answer was a little different from Mo Huainan's psychological expectations, but he was already satisfied.

Mu Jinhuan raised the pillow and stuffed it under Mo Huainan's neck, and covered his belly with a blanket.

(End of this chapter)