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

Chapter 449 You are wearing my clothes
With Mu Jinhuan's help, Mo Huainan lay down comfortably on the sofa. He was about to say something to enhance the relationship when he saw Mu Jinhuan stand up.

"where to?"

Mo Huainan grabbed her wrist and looked at her accusingly.

Mu Jinhuan took his hand away, her face speechless.

"I'll go get you something to eat."

Mu Jinhuan shook off his hand and walked into the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and rummaged through it for ingredients, and Mo Huainan's weak but frivolous voice sounded behind her.

"I want to eat braised pork ribs."

Mu Jinhuan's hand holding the refrigerator door paused.

Braised pork ribs is one of her specialty dishes that she specially learned for Mo Huainan's taste.

She tightened her grip on the knife.

Does this man know how long it takes to make braised pork ribs?

It’s a good thing she didn’t poison him out of revenge!How dare he order food? !
Mo Huainan held the side of his face with his hands and looked at Mu Jinhuan's busy back in the kitchen, feeling incredibly soft in his heart.

This kind of picture is something he once had but never cherished, and it is also what he dreams about now.

He suddenly had the illusion that he was the husband who had just come home late from a social gathering, and Mu Jinhuan was the young wife waiting at home to prepare supper for him.

The huge hanging clock in the living room swings slowly and regularly, as if this dark night has no end and will go on forever.

When Mo Huainan was immersed in wonderful fantasy and couldn't extricate himself, Mu Jinhuan came over with bowls and plates.

She put the things on the coffee table and said, "Come over and eat."

Mo Huainan sat up expectantly, but when he leaned over, the smile on his face fell instantly.

A bowl of plain egg custard without chopped green onion, and a plate of fried rapeseed.

Mo Huainan looked up at Mu Jinhuan. The huge psychological gap made him look like a big dog who didn't get high-quality dog ​​food.

"Is that all?"

Mu Jinhuan stood with arms folded and raised an eyebrow, "What else?"

He ordered braised pork ribs, but she didn't promise to cook them for him!
Mo Huainan picked up the chopsticks and fiddled with the stir-fried vegetables twice. There was almost no oil star visible.

Mu Jinhuan pushed the bowl in front of him, "If you don't want me to call 120 for you, just eat this honestly."

She still wanted to eat greasy food when she had stomach trouble. Even if he had lived enough, she didn't want to be charged with attempted murder.

Mo Huainan's hand holding the chopsticks hung on the plate of vegetables for a long time, and finally put down the chopsticks, picked up the spoon and turned to the egg custard.

After taking the medicine, his mouth was so bitter that he had no taste at all, and the eggs were considered meaty after all.

After scooping up a small spoonful and putting it into his mouth, Mo Huainan's eyes lit up with light.

The surface of the egg custard is a layer of golden burnt aroma, and there is a white and tender aroma hidden inside.

The light fragrance of the egg spread quickly in Mo Huainan's mouth, and he couldn't chew it carefully. It melted in his mouth, and was smooth and delicious.

Mo Huainan's appetite suddenly increased and he ate the egg custard cleanly.

Putting down his chopsticks, Mo Huainan faced Mu Jinhuan's scrutiny.

He swallowed, "I'm full. I really don't have any appetite for these vegetables..."

Mu Jinhuan didn't bother to compete with him, so she handed him a piece of paper to wipe the oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and then asked him to lie down again.

"Hurry up and go to sleep. I can go home when I fall asleep."

Unexpectedly, Mo Huainan's eyes not only did not close, but also stared at her blatantly.

"Go and change your clothes." Mo Huainan pointed at Mu Jinhuan's chest.

Mu Jinhuan looked along his fingers, and belatedly discovered the half-dried water stain on her front.

She was busy dealing with Mo Huainan just now, and she almost forgot about the clammy feeling on her chest. When he pointed at her, she felt a little cold in the wet clothes.

"My clothes are on top. The one on the far left is unworn. You can find something to change into."

Mu Jinhuan didn't move. Even if it was new clothes that she had never worn before, she didn't want to change them.

They were divorced, and they were alone together in the middle of the night, wearing his clothes. Mu Jinhuan felt weird.

Mo Huainan seemed to sense Mu Jinhuan's scruples, reached out and moved the pillow behind his head, crossed his chest and closed his eyes.

"You can do whatever you want, but be careful not to stain my sofa. Dry cleaning is very expensive."

Mu Jinhuan waved a pink fist at Mo Huainan's face. A dog can't change "pretending to be an uncle".

After hesitating for a long time, seeing that Mo Huainan's breathing gradually became even, Mu Jinhuan tugged on her shirt, and a large piece of fabric clung to her chest, which was wet, sticky, and extremely uncomfortable.

She gritted her teeth, stood up quietly, and walked upstairs.

When her footsteps disappeared at the end of the stairs, Mo Huainan opened his eyes, looked at the second floor and smiled softly.

Mu Jinhuan found a clean towel and wiped the water stains on her chest. Then, standing in front of Mo Huainan's wardrobe, she pulled out a piece of clothing from the pile of clothes on the far left, which was a white twill shirt.

Mu Jinhuan put on her shirt. Although it was a bit looser than her oversize style, she had a good figure and wore it with a petite boyfriend style.

The tip of Mu Jinhuan's nose twitched, and the familiar scent of mint surrounded her.

She stretched out her sleeves. Didn't it mean that the clothes on the left side were all new and unworn?Why is his aura still so strong?Could it be that they are placed in the same closet?
Mu Jinhuan randomly balled up the dirty clothes that she had taken off, and her fingers stirred in one place inadvertently, and her fingers were white with powder.

Because of the overly strong fragrance on her body, it was difficult for Mu Jinhuan to ignore it, and even her breathing became lighter.

When he returned downstairs, Mo Huainan, who had clearly fallen asleep just now, was looking at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Hearing Mu Jinhuan's voice coming downstairs, his eyes swept over.

Mu Jinhuan paused, hiding her inner discomfort, and walked over with a normal expression.

She sat down on the single sofa next to Mo Huainan, who always followed her with his eyes.

He suddenly smiled, "This thing you are wearing..."

"What?"

Mu Jinhuan said confidently, "You took the initiative to lend me the clothes. Do you still want to regret it now?"

"That's not true." Mo Huainan half-propped himself up, with interest in his eyes.

"It's just that I discovered a very serious problem."

Mo Huainan's feigned annoyance made Mu Jinhuan feel uneasy, as if grass had grown.

"what is the problem?"

Mo Huainan covered his lips and coughed lightly, his eyes shining brightly, "I found that I misremembered the location of the clothes. The new clothes are actually on the far right."

Mu Jinhuan's expression gradually stiffened, "So what's on me is..."

"I - wore it."

Mo Huainan's mouth opened and closed, his brows and eyes were full of frivolity.

"Mo Huainan!" Mu Jinhuan gritted her teeth and wanted to take Mo Huainan down and beat her up, "You did it on purpose!"

Mo Huainan spread his hands innocently, unable to hide the smile on his lips, "I'm sick, so I can be forgiven for being confused, right?"

Mu Jinhuan's face darkened to the extreme, and she wanted to take off his shirt immediately.

But her own clothes were already soaked and balled up by her, and she couldn't bear to put them on again.

She was extremely angry, but the person in front of her was a patient, and bullying was not her style.

Mu Jinhuan turned away and pretended to admire the mural, no longer looking at him.

"Jin Huan, why don't you look at me?"

Mo Huainan's tone was harmless, but there was a successful smile on his face.

The way she pretends to be calm but the tips of her ears are secretly red is really cute.

Mu Jinhuan closed her eyes, looked at her nose, mouth, and heart, ignoring Mo Huainan's existence.

"Jin Huan——" Mo Huainan called her reluctantly.

"I can't sleep, tell me a story."

"Mumu, why don't you sing a song?"

"..."

Mu Jinhuan thought that as long as she ignored Mo Huainan, he would gradually become bored and fall asleep out of boredom.

But she underestimated Mo Huainan's perseverance and mental strength. A patient with stomachache and fever could talk for so long without getting tired.

"Lie down."

Mu Jinhuan stood up and walked to the end of Mo Huainan's head.

"What to do?" Mo Huainan raised his eyebrows.

"Close your eyes." Mu Jinhuan held him down without any explanation.

Mo Huainan had no choice but to do as he was told. As soon as he closed his eyes, a pair of soft, boneless hands touched his forehead.

The slightly cool fingertips kneaded his temples with moderate intensity, which not only helped relieve his soreness, but also prevented it from being too painful.

In order to help him fall asleep, Mu Jinhuan actually gave him a massage herself?

Mo Huainan lay quietly, feeling a storm in his heart. Warmth surged in his heart. It turned out that she still felt sorry for him.

Worried about his headache, she even gave him a massage. Does this mean that their relationship has taken a further step?

Mo Huainan's heart was beating fast, and he was so excited that he wanted to get up and hug Mu Jinhuan right now.

But no, it might scare her.

Mu Jinhuan's fingers were rubbing Mo Huainan's forehead, her patience was about to run out.

She has learned this technique for a long time, and has she promised to inherit it for a hundred years?Why hasn't Mo Huainan fallen asleep yet?

If he couldn't sleep, he would definitely continue to chatter, and she would want to knock him out with a stick.

It's not good if it's too violent, it's easy to be blackmailed.

It was too painful to bend down and her legs were sore when squatting, so Mu Jinhuan simply brought a small stool and sat next to Mo Huainan.

(End of this chapter)