One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

Mu Shaoling sighed helplessly, it seems that it is necessary to temporarily transfer a nanny from the old house.

Seeing that he didn't move, Nianmu said in a muffled voice, "The soup won't taste good if it's cold."

"Give me your hand." Mu Shaoling stretched out his big palm, motioning for her to put his hand in his own.

Nianmu deliberately handed him his left hand.

Mu Shaoling was not annoyed, picked up her right hand, kissed the back of it, then stretched out the other hand, "Give me the right hand too."

Nianmu blushed, put his hand in his palm and explained, "I'm fine."

Mu Shaoling checked carefully, there was no bleeding, he lowered his head slightly, and kissed coldly on the gauze.

Nianmu's fingers curled up slightly, and the blush spread out on his face.

His loving action touched her heart.

The gauze rubbed against Mu Shaoling's lips, and Mu Shaoling sighed leisurely, "Be careful, the nanny from the old house will come over tomorrow, you don't have to prepare breakfast for the child, the nanny will prepare it."

"Hmm..." Nian Mu wanted to say that there was no need to send a nanny over, because Aunt Wu had already wrapped the buns, and she could eat them by steaming them on the pot.

But suddenly, she realized that Mu Shaoling's decision was not something she could control, and she could only agree to it.

Nianmu gently pulled out his hand, "You eat first, and I will go downstairs to eat."

"Well, let Aunt Wu do other things." Mu Shaoling urged, never allowing Nianmu to touch other things again.

She said "um", and she could naturally hear the meaning behind this warm concern.

If she continues to make her own way and do housework, he will reprimand Aunt Wu.

"I'll go downstairs first," Nian Mu said.

Mu Shaoling was also unwilling to let her go downstairs so smoothly, but he was also reluctant to let Nian Mu go hungry.

After Nianmu left the bedroom, he blushed and went downstairs.

The three children were sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, and when they saw her going downstairs, they surrounded her.

Ruan Ruan cared: "Sister, your hand is not injured, is it?"

"No, it's all right." Nianmu showed them his right hand, "Look, there's no bleeding, and the gauze is still white."

"Sister, then you should eat quickly." Ruan Ruan thought, she must be hungry after staying in the hospital all day.

"Okay." Nianmu said, walking into the dining room.

Zhan Zhan followed behind her, with a hint of concern on his cool little face, "Sister, shall I feed you?"

Although these things are not what a little man like him should do, but he is showing concern for his mother, so he should do it.

Nianmu was a little surprised, and then seeing Zhan Zhan's concern, she smiled and shook her head and said, "No, you go and watch cartoons, I'll eat with a spoon."

"Sister..." Zhan Zhan is still worried, how can a person who always uses his right hand get used to using his left hand?

A classmate in his school is left-handed. Once the teacher tried to let him write with his right hand, but he insisted on using his left hand.

Because the words written by the left hand are smoother than those written by the right hand.

There are also some naughty students who follow this classmate to learn to write with their left hands, but the characters they write are like "ghost drawing symbols", which are very ugly, so he knows that his common hand is the most agile.

"It's okay, the left hand is also easy to handle the spoon." Nianmu said, walked into the kitchen, and came out with a clean spoon.

Knowing that Zhan Zhan is caring about herself, but she is not very good at letting the child feed herself.

She sat at the dining table and showed Zhan Zhan that she could eat with a spoon in her left hand without any pressure.

Zhan Zhan sat at the side and saw that she drank soup with a spoon, ate food, and put vegetables and meat in her mouth, so she knew that she was not trying to be brave.

Her left hand is also sharp.

"Look, there is no difficulty at all, don't worry, go watch cartoons." Nian Mu said, she received relevant training on Terror Island, and her left hand is more flexible than others.

So eating with a spoon is no problem at all.

Don't talk about spoons, she thinks she has no problem with chopsticks.

But the reason why she uses her right hand to block the knife is because the position she wants to pinch is on the left, so she can only pinch with her left hand and block the knife with her right hand.

Zhan Zhan nodded, knowing that it was impolite to sit here and watch her eat, so he left the dining room and went back to the living room to watch cartoons with his younger siblings.

upstairs.

Mu Shaoling was dealing with work when the police station called.

"What's the matter?" Mu Shaoling glanced at the caller information, it was the chief of the police station.

"Mr. Mu, is Ms. Nian there?" the police chief asked. He knew that Nian Mu had an unusual relationship with Mu Shaoling, so he called Mu Shaoling before looking for Nian Mu.

"Is there something wrong?" Mu Shaoling didn't intend to trouble Nian Mu with the police chief.

"Well, the prisoner who was brought back today kept complaining of a stomachache. Our police checked and found that there was no wound on his stomach, but he said that Ms. Nian once pinched him, so he was in pain all the time. I just want to ask Nian What's going on, ma'am?" asked the police chief.

Hearing him mention the stomachache, Mu Shaoling knew what was going on.

Nian Mu must have pinched the man's acupuncture points when he was struggling to break free.

He had seen that in Russia.

It can make people weak for a moment, and then it will attack later. There are no wounds or internal injuries, but it is painful.

"What are you asking Ms. Nian for? She has no strength to restrain her, and she didn't even have a weapon when she was held hostage. You should interrogate that person, why did you pretend to be in pain?" Mu Shaoling knew how Nian Mu treated the hostage Her person, but had no intention of speaking out.

Anyway, no one will die, as long as the painkillers are given in time, the pain will increase in the end, and then relieved.

"Okay!" The police chief originally wanted to say that the pain of that person didn't seem to be faking...

If it's really pretending, it's not too much to award the other party an Oscar, after all, the grinning grin and the distorted face are not something ordinary pain can make such an expression.

But what Mu Shaoling said also made sense.

Nianmu is just a woman with no strength to restrain a chicken. She escaped with her hand to block the knife. How could she hurt a man?

"Is there anything else?" Mu Shaoling's tone was very bad.

"No, I'm sorry." The police chief apologized for being suspicious of Nian Mu after hearing the suspect's words. He shouldn't have doubted Nian Mu, after all, she was the victim.

Even if Nianmu stabbed the suspect, it was considered self-defense, and it cannot be said that he broke the law.

"If he is in pain, he should be sent to the hospital and let the doctor check carefully to see if there is any internal injury, so as not to disturb Nianmu again." Mu Shaoling reminded.

He has seen people tortured by Nianmu's method. If there is no painkiller and lack of concentration, it may be difficult to survive.

"You are right, Mr. Mu, please do not disturb you, goodbye." The police chief hung up the phone.

He let out a slow breath.

Even across the phone, he could feel Mu Shaoling's powerful aura.

This air pressure really made it difficult for him to continue asking.