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

Chapter 612 Do You Count What You Say?

Mo Huainan said nothing, but squeezed Mu Jinhuan's hand tightly.

Mu Jinhuan's eyes suddenly turned red.Although he was in too much pain to speak, he could at least respond to her, which showed that he still had some sanity left.

Under the dual stimulation of cold water and toxic attacks, Mo Huainan's face had turned as white as paper.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, and he saw a high fever rising, and his consciousness became blurry again.

Mu Jinhuan kept rubbing his arms and mumbling something.

"Mo Huainan, Eason is dead. My great revenge must be avenged. You must be careful."

"The Mu family's offensive will only become more fierce in the future. Be careful that the Mo family will not be able to maintain its leading position and be surpassed by me."

"Grandpa sent me a text message again. If you can survive it, I will go back with you to visit him."

"If you don't wake up, I'll tell him about your injury and see how you end up!"

After holding on for more than 40 minutes, the convulsions in Mo Huainan's body finally subsided, and finally he fell into the water weakly and was hugged by Mu Jinhuan.

The moment Mu Jinhuan hugged him, her cheek pressed against his chest.

The thin fabric was soaked with water, and the muscle lines under the shirt were clearly defined, which made Mu Jinhuan feel embarrassed for a moment.

"Cheng Feng, help me dry him..."

After handing Mo Huainan to Cheng Feng, Mu Jinhuan ran to find Gu Nanting.

Gu Nanting was driving intently, and when he saw Mu Jinhuan coming in, he asked worriedly.

"Is your aunt okay? Where is Mo Huainan, is he in danger?"

Mu Jin let out a breath of joy and said tiredly, "Everything is fine."

"Brother, how long until we reach the shore?"

Gu Nanting glanced at the dashboard and said, "There's still about half an hour left."

Mu Jinhuan looked through the window into the distance and could already see the towering flagpole on the other side.

She pressed her chest and frowned slightly.

Gu Nanting looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Mu Jinhuan shook her head and said hesitantly, "I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy."

"You've been too tense these days, and you'll inevitably get tired. I'm here, go and rest for a while." Gu Nanting advised her.

Mu Jinhuan nodded and walked back to the cabin without feeling sleepy at all.

Probably only when she truly returned to China could she completely let go.

She walked to the door of the lounge, opened the door gently and walked in.

Lin Wanru was sitting on the bed in a daze. When she saw Mu Jinhuan coming over, she subconsciously shrank back.

Eason died in Mu Jinhuan's hands just now. Although Lin Wanru may not necessarily understand the meaning of death now, Eason's screams still echoed in her ears.

She was instinctively afraid of Mu Jinhuan and looked at her warily.

Mu Jinhuan walked to a position one meter away from Lin Wanru and did not move any closer.

She squatted down and looked up at Lin Wanru.

"Mom, I defeated the bad guy. Am I very powerful?"

She used to say this often, and Mu Jinhuan would ask this question whenever she won an award or announced test results.

And every time Lin Wanru would proudly tell her, "My baby Mu Mu is the most powerful." Lin Wanru was stunned for a moment when she heard Mu Jinhuan's words, as if she remembered something.

"Then...you are very powerful."

Although I don’t know what this girl is talking about, since she killed the bad guys, she must be a very powerful person, right?
Just a few words made Mu Jinhuan's tears fall down.

She hid her face in her arms, and only her trembling shoulders exposed her emotion at this moment.

Suddenly, her body froze, and a gentle caress came from the back of her head.

Mu Jinhuan raised her head suddenly and saw Lin Wanru retracting her hand and comforting her softly.

"Girl, why are you crying? Don't cry. Your mother will feel bad if she sees it."

Mu Jinhuan's heart was broken, but her mother still didn't remember her.

The person who should feel sorry for her the most is talking to her in a distant and strange tone at this moment.

"I can't find my mother. She seems to have forgotten me. Are you willing to help me find her?"

Lin Wanru bit her lip, thought for a long time, and nodded slowly.

"Okay, I'll help you find her."

Before the ship docked, everyone changed into ordinary clothes and pretended to be a fishing fleet out to sea.

Mu Jinhuan met him on the way to find Mo Huainan. He had already changed his clothes and was supported by Cheng Feng.

"Does it still hurt?" Mu Jinhuan asked looking at his pale face.

Mo Huainan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, "My whole body is numb and numb, and I can't lift my strength, but the pain is gone."

Mu Jinhuan's eyes fell on his hands, which were whitened by the cold water and were covered with scars, all of which he pinched himself to stay awake.

Mu Jinhuan took out a small bottle of ointment from his pocket, walked over and grabbed one of Mo Huainan's hands.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, scooped out a little milky white ointment, and applied it evenly on Mo Huainan's wound.

"My senior brother gave this to me before I left. It is very effective in healing wounds."

The ointment was slightly cool, making the burning wound much more comfortable.

The two people's eyes were focused on the touching fingers, and the air became extremely quiet.

It was neither right nor wrong for Cheng Feng to stay by his side. Finally, he bit the bullet and said, "I'm going to help Mr. Gu."

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

"Does what you just said still count?" Mo Huainan asked suddenly.

Mu Jinhuan did not raise her head, "I said a lot of things, which one are you referring to?"

Mo Huainan stared at her hair swaying in the wind, "You said that if I wake up, you will go home with me."

He spoke very ambiguously. Mu Jinhuan clearly agreed to go back to visit Mr. Mo, but he interpreted it as going home with him.

Mu Jinhuan screwed on the cap of the ointment, raised her head and looked at him calmly, but did not answer directly.

"Take care of your claws first, otherwise, I don't know how to explain it to grandpa."

Mo Huainan looked at her steadily and chuckled softly.

"it is good."

Faced with such a cunning kitten, what can he do?

(End of this chapter)