The wealthy young lady of a billionaire marriage

Chapter 102 (Wedding Dress)
"Please come in,"

Nan Hua thought it was a nurse or doctor at the hospital, but when the door opened, it was Ouyang Hao again.

"I'm sorry, sorry to bother you."

Ouyang Hao smiled awkwardly, probably the first time in his life that he was so polite.

"Why did you come here and leave suddenly, why are you here again?"

Did you really not take your medicine?
Well, forgive us for being silly.

"Say"

Mu Chen looked at the ointment in Ouyang Hao's hand, and decided to let Ouyang Hao go temporarily.

"This is the ointment for bruises and sprains that I sent urgently from my grandfather. Within two days, I will definitely recover!"

Speaking of business, Ouyang Hao is quite normal, not to mention his own ointment, his eyes are full of pride.

"Put it on the table, you can roll."

But obviously a little bit doesn't care, as long as it is useful, there is so much nonsense.

"Okay! Goodbye, sister-in-law!"

Ouyang Hao deserved the unexpected hilarity.

"……goodbye……"

Nan Hua looked at Ouyang Hao's happy back, expressed her doubts, and believed Mu Chen's words, as expected, she didn't take the medicine.

"Honey, I wiped the medicine for you."

Mu Chen went to wash his hands, sat back in front of the bed, opened the medicine that Ouyang Hao brought over, and applied the medicine to Nan Hua's feet.

"Mu Chen, I haven't washed my feet all day ╮(╯▽╰)╭"

Nan Hua shook her stinky feet with a look of embarrassment.

"..."

Mu Chen paused for a moment, did not speak, and still took off Nan Hua's socks gently.

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

Nan Hua still didn't give up, and even made a gesture of disgusting her feet.

"Don't make trouble, take the medicine first."

Because Nanhua's feet have always been very "active", Mu Chen grabbed them and put them on his lap.

Well, a certain Hua was successfully ignored.

After the medicine was finished, Mu Chen went to wash up.Nanhua actually washed it before Mu Chen came back.Just to see how serious Mu Chen's cleanliness is, the result... is obvious.

When Mu Chen saw his daughter-in-law's bored look, a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that his cleanliness was indeed serious, even a little too much.

But for Nanhua, it's good that he didn't eat her, so what's the cleanliness!
After washing up, and carrying Nan Hua to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, the two nestled on the bed.Mu Chen was chatting with Nan Hua while processing the documents, and he had already become a god at the same time.

"By the way, brother Yu said that he is going back to country C, and I'm going to send him off."

Nan Hua was idle and bored, and suddenly thought about Bei Chenyu.

"When is he leaving?"

A certain young master expressed a little ecstasy in his heart, um, just a little bit.

"He didn't say anything, but it should only take two or three days."

Nan Hua took out her phone and checked Moments.

"At that time, I will go with you and send him off."

Mu Chen gave the last two words rather reluctantly.

Only ghosts want to send him off!

"Ah? Are you going to send him off? Since when did you two have such a good relationship?"

Nan Hua looked up with a surprised expression.

She clearly remembered that these two people were incompatible?

"I'm afraid that your feet will be inconvenient. There are too many people at the airport."

"I said... But you two really look alike, did you notice?"

Nanhua pursed her mouth, lowered her head and continued to browse Moments.

"How can I be like him?" Is he as good as this young master?
I have to say, Young Master Mu is still very narcissistic, no, confident.

"You all look so good that women can't help being jealous, and your talents are the top in the world. Although I don't know the identity of Brother Yu, his background is definitely comparable to yours."

Nan Hua finally told the truth, this time it was Mu Chen's turn to be a little surprised.

"Feel?"

To be honest, Bei Chenyu's background is indeed comparable to Mu Chen's, or even better.

Bei Chenyu has an innate royal status, is also talented, and does not know how much of his own property behind his back.

And Mu Chen is basically transparent, whether he is the heir of the Mu family of a thousand-year-old family, the president of a multinational company, or the minister of foreign affairs, everything is well known.And more than half of everything he has is for the Mu family, the Mu family, and the country.

"That is, but I can't think of anyone whose identity can be compared with yours."

Imitating Mu Chen's usual way, he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, why not."

With a doting smile on his eyebrows, and a little helpless, he looked like a drowned person.Absolutely no one would have thought that this kind of expression would be seen on Mu Chen's face before.

"Who?"

No one is without curiosity, let alone a woman.

Mu Chen stretched out his hand and gently pinched Nan Hua's tender cheeks, smiling teasingly.

"Of course Mrs. Mu has the same status as Young Master Mu."

"……roll"

Nan Hua slapped Mu Chen's hand away, and gave someone a free sanitation ball.

"I'm telling the truth. Speaking of which, my mother called me today, and the wedding dress was delivered by air. We'll try on the wedding dress when your feet are well."

Mu Chen turned on his phone and showed Nan Hua the photo sent by Mrs. Mu.

"Wedding dress?!"

Nan Hua was shocked. She never thought that she would still wear a wedding dress.

Although she is getting along very well with Mu Chen now, the short video with Mu Chen's parents last time was quite smooth.But because Mu Chen's parents didn't make phone calls or video calls afterward, they seemed to disappear out of thin air.Although there were people there during the last engagement, they came and went in a hurry, as if it was just a formality.Nan Hua thought that maybe they were dissatisfied with her again, or something else, but Mu Chen insisted, so she simply ignored everything and would not recognize herself as a daughter-in-law.

"Fool, why are you crying. My mother has been drawing this wedding dress for more than ten years. She has been thinking about what you have become and what style you like. She has drawn thousands of pictures, and now she finally found you, but instead she drew I can’t get it out, it’s not like I struggled with it for a month, picked out a piece from hundreds of pieces, and then sewed it myself.”

For some reason, there was a trace of sour rush in the young man's tone.

(End of this chapter)