When Mu Wanqing heard it, she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and stared at him resentfully, feeling very wronged.

She just sneezed on a conditioned reflex, why twisted her mouth again.

Yang Mufan gouged her bitterly, then rubbed the ointment for her rudely, threw the ointment on the bed, and said angrily, "Wipe it yourself!"

"Oh!" Mu Wanqing retreated to the bed, and carefully treated the wound for herself. When the ointment touched the broken skin, she grinned her teeth in pain, puffed her cheeks and blew wildly at the wound.

And admire Fan, lazily sitting on the rusty iron chair beside him, with a strong gangster air, his deep black eyes like the mysterious sea, deep and hard to grasp, people can't guess what he is thinking at this moment something.

After a long time, Admiral Fan suddenly asked: "Mu Wanqing, are you sure your stomach... doesn't hurt?!"

When Mu Wanqing heard what he said, she suddenly raised her palm-sized face and looked at him straight in the eye.

The delicate eyelashes like butterfly wings flickered under the warm light, making her black and white clear eyes more and more lively.

Mu Wanqing thought for a while, then shook her head reflexively.

But when she thought of something, her small face wrinkled, a trace of pain surfaced, and she let out a slender exhortation like a mosquito's moan: "Suddenly feel...a little pain..."

Seeing that she deliberately pretended to be in pain to win his sympathy, Yang Mufan twitched her lips slightly: "Just pretend. If you really want to be in pain, I can kick you for free, without charging any fees, and I have the right to do charity."

"..." Mu Wanqing was so depressed when she heard this, she pouted with some resentment, "Obviously you asked me first, why did you suddenly attack me again?! I always pay attention to my stomach, Didn't let them touch it. Even if I fell down, I'm more experienced and landed on my butt."

In fact, she didn’t feel it even if she didn’t say it, but once she said it: she felt her butt hurt.

Saying that, Mu Wanqing frowned her slender eyebrows and went to rub her butt.

When Yang Mufan saw it, a faint smile appeared in his gloomy and deep black pupils.

After being silent for a while, Yang Mufan looked at the time and felt that the hot water should be ready, so he planned to take a bath.

Mu Wanqing glanced at him casually, and asked casually, "Mu Fan, where's your coat?! Lost it again?!" She clearly remembered that when he went out in the morning, he wore a black windbreaker, and since he put it on She hugged him back and started, but she didn't see him take off his clothes.

When Yang Mufan heard this, his steps suddenly stopped and he became stiff for a few seconds, then he said quietly: "When I was drinking, I don't know which bar to throw. I'll take a shower first, you should go to bed early."

"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, she was extremely depressed and also extremely angry.

He often goes out and loses his coat.

Although the coats I wear now are not like before, they cost hundreds of thousands or millions at every turn, but the texture is not bad, and one piece also costs one to two hundred, three to four hundred. For the current situation of the Yang family, it is already Very extravagant.

And throwing your coat every day is simply...

Mu Wanqing caught sight of the figure admiring Fan Gaoda, disappeared into the room, sighed, and suddenly thought of something, she quickly bandaged the wound, took the coat and was about to go out.

Yang Mufan was standing in the yard drinking cold water, seeing that she was not sleeping and was rushing out, he asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?!"

"Hospital. I forgot. Grandpa is in the hospital today, and I haven't gone to take care of him yet." Yang Mulin's recent physical condition is very bad. He has a persistent cough and high blood pressure that has not dropped. He was hospitalized the day before yesterday.

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