Mr General doted on his sweet wife

"Well, be gentle. This is a head, not a wig." Xia Jiu has a cold breath in pain.

"Sorry." Once in a blue moon, Shen Muhan apologized.

Xia Jiu's hair is long and many. It's seaweed like, and it's natural with chestnut. It's not dyed. It's very natural and beautiful. It's very generous and lazy. It adds a bit of lazy style to her beautiful face.

Shen Muhan's fingers fell on her hair and held the green silk.

This time, Chen Qi did a good job. He reminded him to take care of Xia Jiu. If anyone else saw the scene, Shen Muhan might have dug out the man's eyes.

Although Xia Jiu was a bit troublesome, noisy, coquettish, and sometimes inexplicable, Shen Muhan felt that he could bear with this beautiful scene in front of him.

"Can you be light?" Xia Jiu is sad and sad. She feels that Shen Muhan is about to take off her scalp.

Originally, she was worried that Shen Muhan would not be able to control the ambiguous place in the bathroom and make such and such things.

But she's not worried at all that he thinks of herself.

He moved here to kill himself!

This is where shampoo, this is to uncover her scalp, summer nine seems to be able to feel, hair must be in a handful of off.

Xia Jiu is not being taken care of. He is being punished.

It's so good to wash her hair and blow it. Shen Muhan's palm is very broad and powerful. There are thick cocoon marks on her finger abdomen. Every time she slips over her scalp, she will feel a pain.

"Pain, pain..." Xia Jiu protects his hair.

"Easy, light..." She tilted her head and pursed her mouth discontentedly.

"Hiss..." She felt that the air blowing was fixed at a certain point, which made her scalp hot. "Slow down a little bit!"

Shen Muhan's eyes are getting deeper and deeper. These delicate words in her mouth are like those at that time

The ink in the eyes is like the prelude to the storm, constantly turning.

However, she even hurt her hand now. Shen Muhan has no way to deal with her.

If Shen Muhan had killed him, she would have thought.

Xia Jiu is not easy to clean up and tidy up, powerless on the head of the bed, do not want to say a word.

Shen Muhan took the medicine and wiped the bruises on her neck and wrist.

Her skin is particularly white, so the injured place also appears particularly serious, looks some shocking smell.

Shen Muhan never knew that the girl's skin could not bear to toss, so she touched it for about 7.5 seconds, and there was such a bruise.

How could she be so delicate?

Xia Jiu closed his eyes and wrongly put his face into his long hair. His eyes were red.

Shen Mu Han's eyes are rolling with ink, staring at her red lips, as if to explore her emotions, but not a clue.

She looks in a bad mood, but Shen Muhan has already done what he should do. If he is injured, he asks for other people's care. Even he doesn't need others to help him wash his hair. He can do almost everything by himself.

And he has done everything for her. Why does she still look unhappy?

"Is the wound so painful?" Shen Mu Han put down the medicine and asked.

"Well," Xia Jiu replied lazily. In fact, it's not so painful, but I always feel pain everywhere.

It's not going to work anywhere.

"Then go to sleep. It won't hurt if you fall asleep." Shen Muhan throws the quilt to her.

When the quilt hit her head, Xia Jiu's tears fell again, "Shen Muhan, are you going to kill me? You can either just slap me in the face, so that I won't be tortured by you piecemeal. Or you just pack up and go out and don't stay here to be punished. I'm really bitter enough. My hands hurt, my head aches, my stomach aches and I'm hungry. I don't eat anything in a day, and I have to suffer several injuries... "

Xia Jiu has never been a delicate woman. The last time she cried so hard, her parents died in a car accident. But today, I don't know why. She feels that she has been wronged too much. She accumulates them bit by bit, and then enlarges them infinitely.

Some have something to do with him, some have nothing to do with him, but after accumulating, all of them have become related to him.

"Pain? Hungry? "

Pain Shen Muhan can understand, after all, have seen her delicate, but hungry, she said she did not have appetite?

Xia Jiu's face is hidden in his hair, and he doesn't want to pay attention to Shen Muhan.

"Xia Jiu?" Shen Muhan's voice was deep and low, calling her name.

"You go! Don't stick around here! I'm fed up with you! " Xia Jiu smashes the pillow in the past.

Shen Muhan picked up the pillow and threw it back to the bed. He walked out with his long legs.Xia Jiu heard the sound of closing the door. The room suddenly became empty, and her heart was empty.

It's all because of Shen Muhan. She's in a good mood. There's no change in her mind. But every time I see him, she'll be choked by him.

He can't say it, but he can't beat him. He deserves to be punished.

Xia Jiu is so tired that he lies on his pillow and closes his eyes vaguely.

After a while, there was a smell of food coming from the tip of her nose. She barely opened her beautiful eyes. In front of her, the man was still cold, but in her hand was a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, on which lay a golden fried egg.

Didn't he go? Why are you back?

Shen Muhan sat down, his knuckled fingers holding the chopsticks, picked a noodle and fed it to her lips, "isn't it hungry? Eat when you are hungry. "

"No. I don't like noodles. " Xia Jiu refuses.

"Xia Jiu!" "My patience is limited. What I do, what you eat. "

"I said I don't like noodles Well... " The man has lost patience, a chopsticks noodles into the mouth of Xia Jiu.

Xia Jiu is forced to take a bite. It seems that the taste is quite good She doesn't like noodles very much, but this one cooked by Shen Muhan is light and refreshing, which just suits her appetite.

I didn't expect that noodles also have delicious varieties. It seems that Shen Muhan's cooking skills are not bad.

See Xia nine no longer refuse, Shen Mu Han then picked a face, a mouth to feed her past.

Xia Jiu asked curiously, "how can a young master like you know how to cook? Don't mention the young masters of other families. Even a man like my father doesn't like cooking. "

"Starvation is the same as cooking." Shen Muhan has a light tone.