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

Chapter 641 Mo Huainan wakes up

"I know a five-star international rehabilitation center where the care plan is planned by top experts so that he can get the best care."

Chi Gui said it more tactfully, and the implication was very simple - if Mu Jinhuan agreed to take care of Mo Huainan because of guilt, he would help her solve this "trouble".

At worst, he would be the villain. He didn't want Mu Jinhuan to be trapped for the rest of his life.

Everything disappears, and the treasure in his palm should soar freely through the nine heavens like a bird.

Mu Jinhuan didn't speak for a long time. When she looked up again, Chi Gui was caught off guard and saw the tears on her face.

"Brother, I'm really scared..."

Mu Jinhuan's fear came late, but became twice as strong.

"When Mo Huainan and I were trapped on the island, I could calmly bandage him and cool him down. But the moment I saw him being pushed into the operating room, I realized that I was far more scared than I thought. "

"I'm afraid that he and I will be separated forever, and I'm afraid that I won't have time to say thank you to him..."

Mu Jinhuan had never felt like she did now that fate had played a trick on her and Mo Huainan, leaving her and Mo Huainan bruised and bruised.

In the past, she chased Mo Huainan and gave her whole heart to her, but she couldn't get back his favor.

Later, she reluctantly pulled away, and Mo Huainan suddenly realized that the two hard-mouthed and soft-hearted people were torturing each other again, which was heartbreaking.

Mo Huainan showed his sincerity time and time again, and now, she was finally willing to open her heart and try to accept him, but fate once again played such a big joke on them.

Mu Jinhuan's mind suddenly heard a sentence without warning. It was a piece of advice given by Qi's mother when she divined her marriage many years ago.

Her love is as beautiful as it is beautiful, but has many ups and downs.

Mu Jinhuan looked back at the years of entanglement between herself and Mo Huainan, opening her mouth in vain, but unable to say anything.

Chi Gui put his arms around her shoulders and rested her head on his shoulder.

"If you cross the steepest mountain, the future will be smooth. I respect all your decisions, including fighting your fate to the end."

There will always be regrets in life, and Chi Gui is not a pushy person.But if it was Mumu, he hoped that she would get her wish.

After lunch, Mu Jinhuan held her mobile phone and cooked porridge for Mo Huainan according to the nutritional recipes on it.

If nothing else happens, he will wake up tonight.

When he woke up and could only eat some liquid food, Mu Jinhuan decided to make him some fresh porridge and side dishes that were not too greasy.

Uncle Cheng stood aside to help her, smiling kindly while washing rice.

"Miss, it's been a while since you've been in the kitchen, right? I don't know if your cooking skills have become rusty. I remember that your cooking skills are not inferior at all compared to Madam."

Mu Jinhuan curled her lips, "Even if I can't do it, wouldn't I still have you?"

The crystal-clear rice grains tumbled in the boiling water, exuding bursts of mellow fragrance that spread throughout the first floor.

Gu Nanjue was sleeping upstairs, smelling the smell and touching it all the way to the kitchen with his eyes closed.

"Xiao Mumu, what are you cooking? It smells so good!"

Mu Jinhuan stirred it twice with a spoon, "Then let's eat some together. I happen to cook more."

She mixed two more light and refreshing cold dishes, put Mo Huainan's portion in a food box, and put the rest on the table.

Gu Nanjue picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth. It was crispy and fragrant.

"I remember that my aunt used to fry peanuts every Mid-Autumn Festival and give them to us as snacks. There is also a riddle, how to say it? What kind of house and what kind of tent?" Mu Jinhuan rolled her eyes, "Hemp house, red tent, inside ……in……"

After a long time, she couldn't remember it.

"Hemp house, red tent, and a fat white man living inside." A vicissitudes of voice sounded softly.

Mu Jin turned around happily and saw Lin Wanru standing on the stairs holding a doll, looking over here with a smile.

In a daze, Mu Jinhuan seemed to see the woman wearing a pearl necklace and a blue dress again, telling her a riddle in a warm voice.

"mom……"

The spoon in Mu Jinhuan's hand fell to the ground. Unable to suppress her emotions, she stood up uncontrollably.

Does mother remember her?
Lin Wanru came over and picked up the spoon on the ground.

"Girl, you dropped your spoon. You can't use the dirty spoon anymore. Let me wash it for you."

The sound of "girl" made Mu Jinhuan's heart drop to the bottom.

The mother recited the familiar riddle, but still did not think of her daughter who was connected by blood.

She took the ladle that Lin Wanru had washed, put on a bitter smile, and said heartbroken, "Thank you."

Lin Wanru held the doll she had sewn for Mu Jinhuan, hummed a song that only Mu Jinhuan had heard, and went out for a walk in the garden.

Gu Nanjue held the chopsticks in his hands and didn't dare to express his anger. After a while, he spoke tentatively.

"Give aunt a little more time...take your time."

Mu Jinhuan took a sip of the porridge with a spoon that Lin Wanru had washed by herself, "It doesn't matter, as long as she is safe and healthy, I will be satisfied."

After eating, Mu Jinhuan took the food box and drove to the hospital.

As soon as he reached the door of Mo Huainan's ward, a pillow flew out of the room and hit Mu Jinhuan on the head.

"go out!"

Mu Jinhuan turned aside to avoid the pillow, and then saw Lin Xiao walking out with red eyes.

He looked up and saw Mu Jinhuan, "Mr. Mu, you are here."

Mu Jinhuan's heart beat rapidly, "Is he awake?"

Lin Xiao frowned unbearably, "Wake up."

"It's hard for Mr. Mo to accept his current situation, so... he's not emotionally stable and won't let me stay in there. He said he wanted to be alone."

Mu Jinhuan was silent. How could a proud person like Mo Huainan accept that he had become a cripple?
"You go back and rest first, I'll go in and take a look."

Mu Jinhuan walked into the ward carrying the food box, turned around, closed the door, and sat calmly by the bed.

Mo Huainan's head and arms were wrapped with gauze, and large and small scars were all over his body. He was lying silently on the bed.

In fact, Mo Huainan had heard her voice a long time ago. He turned his head to the other side, closed his eyes and bit his lip tightly with his teeth.

Shock, unwillingness and inferiority surrounded him, leaving him without the courage to even look at Mu Jinhuan.

There was a sudden warm touch on his lips, and Mu Jinhuan's fingers gently touched his chin to prevent him from biting his lips.

(End of this chapter)