Picking up a bride with amnesia

Chapter 42 Chapter 042, hair can not be messed up
Su Mowei looked at those comments that screamed to see the male god's positive comments, and replied on the first hot comment, the male god belongs to my family, so I don't want to see it.

After that, he didn't bother with this matter anymore, but wandered around the garden with Dongfang Jue.

Su Mowei thought of the design he had given Dongfang Jue before: "Jeez, can the design be used?"

"Okay, I have drawn up a plan according to your design drawing, just wait for your hand to complete it for us." Dongfang Jue nodded with a smile, thinking of their stunned look when they saw the design drawing, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked Well, his family Xiaowei is that powerful.

Su Mowei nodded: "Okay, I'll make you a 3D template then."

"it is good."

"But when will my hands get better? It's so painful." Speaking of her hands, Su Mowei was very dissatisfied. She couldn't draw anymore, and her heart itch every day when she looked at the painting tools in the studio.

Stretching out his hand to touch Su Mowei's head, Dongfang Jue said with a smile, "It will take more than a month."

"Ah, it's been a long time, it's annoying." Su Mowei pursed her lips and muttered dissatisfiedly. Her dislocated right hand is almost healed, but her fractured left hand still hurts. Going back to the hospital to change the dressing, I feel heartbroken just thinking about it.

"Okay, don't bother, it will pass soon."

"I'm living like a year now." Su Mowei looked at Dongfang Jue eagerly, and said very depressed.

Seeing Su Mowei like this, Dongfang Jue couldn't help laughing: "Just take a break."

"But I can only rest at home and can't go out." Su Mowei frowned dissatisfied and said.

Dongfang Jue reached out and touched Su Mowei's head, and said in a low voice, "No trouble."

"It didn't make a fuss."

"Well, it's okay. I have time in two days. How about I take you out to play later?" Dongfang Jue saw that Su Mowei seemed to be bored at home, so he said.

When it came to going out to play, Su Mowei's eyes lit up immediately: "Okay, okay, let's make an agreement, and don't go back on your word."

"Well, I don't regret it."

On the day when Dongfang Jue was resting, he came to Su's house early. When he came, Su Mowei was still sleeping and hadn't gotten up yet. By the time she came down in a daze, Dongfang Jue had been waiting for an hour.

Seeing Dongfang Jue, Su Mowei's eyes lit up: "Jeez, are you really taking me to play?"

Dongfang Jue took one look at Su Mo and said seriously, "If you don't want to go, then we won't go."

"do not go."

Dongfang Jue walked up to Su Mowei, stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of his nose, with a helpless expression on his face: "Want to play, why are you up so late?"

"Why didn't you call me when you came?" Su Mowei stared at Dongfang Jue with wide eyes and complained in dissatisfaction.

Dongfang Jue looked at Su Mowei silently, so is it his fault?
"Blame me?" Dongfang Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Mowei

Su Mowei nodded seriously: "Yes."

Dongfang Jue looked at Su Mowei dumbfounded, reached out and stroked her head, messing up her messy hair even more: "Go to eat, change clothes after eating, I'll take you out to play."

"Don't rub my hair, don't you know that the hairstyle can't be messed up?" Su Mowei stared at Dongfang Jue and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Dongfang Jue shook his head with a helpless smile, and took Su Mowei to the restaurant. When he passed by, the butler had already brought food. Although his right hand was almost healed, it was still a bit laborious to eat.

(End of this chapter)