Master's Mysterious Little Wife

Su Ruolan suddenly looked up and found that Mu Zhihan was staring at himself with a smile.

At the moment, they are very close and their posture is somewhat ambiguous. Su Ruolan frowned slightly, subconsciously moved away from his body and widened the distance between them: "what are you doing up here?"

"I think you haven't come down. I thought you fainted upstairs. I just wanted to come up and have a look." Mu Zhihan shrugged and spread his hand again.

His injured hand was wrapped in thick gauze and looked like a steamed bread, which was inexplicably funny.

Su Ruolan was about to say how she could faint. However, the next second, her eyes began to blacken, her center of gravity was also a little unstable, shaking to fall to the ground.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

In a hurry, Mu Zhihan caught her, but he forgot that his hand had been hurt. Su Ruolan was also an adult woman no matter how thin she was. The weight was completely on Mu Zhihan's hand, which made him groan.

Su Ruolan didn't lose consciousness. Hearing Mu Zhihan's voice, she quickly held the railing next to her and forced herself to stand up straight: "nothing... It's just an old problem. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's useless for you to always say sorry and thank you." Mu Zhihan's pain didn't seem to have eased, but he still pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled and said, "you have to take practical action."

The dizziness gradually dissipated. Su Ruolan looked at the man in front of him and was quite helpless: "how much do you want?"

"... I don't have much say in Mu's family, but I really don't lack money." Mu Zhihan was obviously dissatisfied with her answer: "don't you women have a lot of thoughts? Think about it."

"Even if there is, it will not be casually used on ordinary men." Su Ruolan is not polite and plans to let Mu Zhihan find out his position.

"Forget it, let me think for you." Mu Zhihan didn't seem to understand what she meant. He touched his chin and seemed to be really thinking. A moment later, he snapped his fingers and said, "yes, you can cook me a meal."

"Cooking?"

Su Ruolan didn't expect Mu Zhihan to make such a request, so she was stunned. Mu Zhihan seemed very satisfied with the requirements he came up with. He repeated, "yes, it's just a meal. No one has cooked for me since I was young."

No one has ever cooked food for him

This sentence makes Su Ruolan's heart tighten for no reason. Mu Chengzhou said that Mu Zhihan's biological mother died when she gave birth to him. Whether it's a lie or not, it's a fact that Mu Zhihan grew up without his mother's company.

When his father is not around, he must be at home, and he has no sense of existence.

"Oh, yes, here you are." Mu Zhihan seemed to think of something and held out his hand to her.

Su Ruolan looked down and found a transparent vial lying in the palm of his hand with several hairs in it: "did those fall off before? This is the bottle I asked the doctor for. Pull it out again and put it in it. Don't lose it again."

Looking at this, Su Ruolan felt even worse. She was silent for a moment, took the bottle and said, "go down and wait for me first. I'll make it for you after I send Mingxi away."

“OK。” Mu Zhihan responded with a mouthful and was obviously very happy.

Su Ruolan followed him downstairs. After leaving the gate, she saw Guan Mingxi standing not far away, as if thinking about something.

"Why don't you stay in the car when it's so cold?" Su Ruolan strode over and found that Guan Mingxi's hands were red with cold.

Guan Mingxi's face was still a little pale and shook his head: "I'm fine. It's too stuffy in the car. It'll be better to stay outside."

"Sorry to let you see this." Su Ruolan handed the USB flash disk to Guan Mingxi: "this is the USB flash disk I said. If it can't be cracked, it doesn't matter."

"I'll try my best."

Guan Mingxi took over the USB flash drive, but she didn't get on the bus. Instead, she looked at Su Ruolan with a complicated look and said, "I heard my brother say before that you're not doing well. I don't believe it. You see, you're wearing famous brands, driving a luxury car and a special driver. You're richer than my brother."

"Now I see. It's so dangerous around you." Guan Mingxi seems a little embarrassed

"Don't worry, I'll deal with these things." Su Ruolan comforted.

Today's accident didn't affect Guan Mingxi, which has made her thankful. As for her own safety, Su Ruolan had long ignored it.

"Do you live here alone?" Guan Mingxi asked curiously, "do you have to have someone with you? Who was the person who saved you just now, your husband?"

"No." Su Ruolan quickly shook his head and denied: "just a friend."

She found that she could not find a suitable identity for mu Zhihan. In terms of seniority, Mu Zhihan was her uncle, but it was always a little awkward to describe it like this.

Guan Mingxi was surprised and hesitated: "I think that person likes you very much. It turns out that he is not your husband... I think the way he looks at you is different from others."

"Go back first. Your brother will be worried if you stay too long."

Su Ruolan didn't want to continue this topic. After seeing off Guan Mingxi, she returned home and found Mu Zhihan leaning on the sofa, closing her eyes, as if she were asleep.

"... he's been here and hasn't gone anywhere else."

"Yes, Mr. Su, this gentleman has been waiting here since he came down with you. I don't know how he fell asleep. Do you want to wake him up?" The servant answered respectfully.

Su Ruolan shook his head: "let him sleep. Go and get a blanket."

The servant brought the blanket according to Yan. Su Ruolan walked over and gently covered Mu Zhihan, and carefully put his injured hand into the blanket.

After that, she went into the kitchen. When the cook was processing the ingredients, he saw her come in and asked, "Mr. Su, are you hungry? Here are some snacks."

"I'm not hungry." Su Ruolan replied, "I'll make something."

The cook was surprised: "are you going to cook for the young master? The nutritious meals are ready..."

"There are guests today." Su Ruolan answered simply, put on her apron and opened the refrigerator. Seeing this, the cook didn't ask much, but gave up the place very wisely.

She has been doing housework since childhood, and cooking and other things are more relaxed. But she hasn't touched her hand for a long time. In addition, she doesn't know what Mu Zhihan likes to eat. Su Ruolan is actually in some trouble.

After struggling for a long time, she decided to make a bowl of noodles for him.

It looks like a simple meal, but it still needs a lot of effort to do it well. Su Ruolan has been busy living until the evening before taking out the noodles and putting them in front of Mu Zhihan.

"It smells good."

Mu Zhihan seemed to smell the fragrance. When he opened his eyes and saw the face in front of him, he was very surprised: "did you make this for me?"

Su Ruolan nodded and handed him the chopsticks: "eat slowly."

But mu Zhihan didn't seem to listen. He quickly clamped a chopstick and frowned the next second.

"You eat slowly, no one will rob you." Su Ruolan felt helpless.

She originally thought that Mu Zhihan and Mu Chengzhou were similar, both of which were high and inaccessible, but she didn't expect that he had such a side.

"I won't do this at home." Mu Zhihan goes with his mouth.

Although he eats fast, his movements are still very elegant. Obviously, after countless times of practice, he has become a habit.

Su Ruolan watched quietly. Mu Zhihan ate half of it, suddenly raised his head and asked her, "why don't you eat?"

"... I have no appetite."

The chef is responsible for the nutritious meals of all doctors and Mu Chenyi. Naturally, she will not forget her. But Su Ruolan never had any desire to eat. She just took a few bites at each meal.

"You can't do this. Haven't you been in good health?" Mu Zhihan also put down his chopsticks and said seriously.

Su Ruolan suddenly had an impulse to vent. She took a deep breath and slowly replied, "Mu Zhihan, I'm dying."

"What?"

Mu Zhihan's face was rarely stunned by mistakes. After a long time, he squeezed out a stiff smile: "Su Ruolan, this kind of thing can't be joked."

"I'm not kidding. If I don't change my kidney, I'll die soon. It's estimated that you won't see me this time next year." Su Ruolan answered lightly.

"Kidney replacement?"

Mu Zhihan flashed a strange emotion in his eyes and said to himself, "it's for this..."

"What are you talking about?" Su Ruolan frowned slightly. She was about to ask clearly, but a bodyguard hurried up and said to her, "President Su, someone is outside. Do you want them to come in?"