Sweet Wife, be Good!

"Hey, lightly, this is a head, not a wig." Xia Jiu gasped with pain.

"Sorry." Rarely, Shen Muhan even apologized.

Xia Jiu’s hair is long and heavy, seaweed-like, and natural chestnut color, not dyed, it is natural and beautiful chestnut color, very generous, lazy and curly, which is beautiful for her. The face adds a bit of lazy style.

Shen Muhan's fingers fell on her hair, holding this handful of blue silk.

This time, Chen Qi handled the matter very well, reminding him to take care of Xia Jiu, so that if anyone else saw the sight, Shen Muhan might goug that person's eyes.

Although Xia Jiu was a little troubled, noisy, squeamish, and sometimes inexplicable, for the beautiful scene in front of him, Shen Muhan felt that he could bear it.

"Can you lighten it?" Xia Jiu was crying, feeling that Shen Muhan was about to scratch her scalp.

Originally, she was worried that Shen Muhan would not be able to hold back in an ambiguous place like the bathroom, and would do things like this, that kind, and that kind of thing.

But she didn't worry at all that he had that kind of thinking about herself.

He moved here specifically because he wanted to kill himself!

Where is the shampoo? This is to expose her scalp. Xia Jiu seems to be able to feel that her hair must be falling out in a handful.

Xia Jiu is not being taken care of, but being tortured.

Washing her hair like this, and blowing her hair is not much better. Shen Muhan's palms are very broad and powerful, and there are rough calluses on her fingertips. Every time she slides over her scalp, she will sting her.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Xia Jiu protected her hair.

"Lighter, lighter..." She tilted her head and pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Hiss..." She felt the hair settle a little bit, making her scalp hot, "Slow down!"

Shen Muhan's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the soft and soft words in her mouth were like those at the time...

The ink in his eyes kept surging like a prelude to a storm.

It's just that she has hurt her hand now, and Shen Muhan is somewhat unable to start with her.

If Xia Jiu knew what Shen Muhan was thinking now, she would definitely have the heart to kill him.

Xia Jiu was finally tidyed up, lying weakly on the head of the bed, not wanting to say a word.

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

Her skin is particularly white, so the injured area is particularly serious, and it looks a bit shocking.

Shen Muhan never knew that the girl's skin was so unbearable to toss, and he touched it for about seven and five seconds, and there was such a bruise.

Why is she so delicate like this?

Xia Jiu closed her eyes and turned her face aggrieved into her long hair, her eyes a little red.

Shen Muhan's eyes were filled with ink, staring at her red lips, as if he was exploring her emotions, but he couldn't find any clues.

She doesn't seem to be in a good mood, but Shen Muhan has already done everything that should be done. If he is injured, it is nothing more than asking others to take care of him. Even he doesn't need others to help him bathe and wash his hair. He has almost everything. Able to do it yourself.

And he has taken care of everything for her, why does she still look unhappy?

"The wound really hurts so much?" Shen Muhan put down the medicine and asked.

"Well," Xia Jiu replied lazily. In fact, it doesn't hurt that much anymore, but it always hurts everywhere.

It's not satisfactory anywhere.

"Then you go to sleep, it won't hurt when you fall asleep." Shen Muhan threw the quilt to her.

The quilt hit her on the head, and Xia Jiu's tears fell to the ground again, "Shen Muhan, are you going to kill me? You can just slap me to death, lest I stay in pieces. I was tortured in pieces. Either you just pack your things and go out instead of staying here to torture me. I am really suffering. My hands hurt, my head hurts, my stomach hurts and I am hungry, and I didn’t eat anything for a day. Several more injuries..."

Xia Jiu has never been a squeamish woman. The last time she cried so fiercely was when her parents passed away in a car accident, but today I don’t know why, she feels that she has been wronged too much, little by little, zero. It is accumulated in bits and pieces, and then infinitely enlarged little by little.

Some are related to him, and some have nothing to do with him, but after accumulation, all become related to him.

"Pain? Hungry?"

The pain is understandable for Muhan. After all, I have seen her delicate, but hungry. Didn't she say that she has no appetite?

Xia Jiu's face was hidden in her hair, and she didn't want to care about Shen Muhan anymore.

"Xia Jiu?" Shen Muhan's voice was solemn, with low mellowness, calling her name.

"Go! Don't be here! I'm so fed up with you!" Xia Jiu smashed the pillow.

Shen Muhan picked up the pillow and threw it back on the bed, and walked out with his long legs.

Xia Jiu heard the sound of closing the door, and the room suddenly became empty, and her heart was also empty.

It was all because of Shen Muhan. She was obviously in a good state of mind, without any change, but every time she saw him, she would be stunned by him.

I can't talk, I can't beat, and I can't beat him in terms of shame.

Xia Jiu was so tired, lying on the pillow, closing her eyes in a daze.

After a while, there was a scent of food from the tip of her nose. She barely opened her beautiful eyes. The man in front of her was still cold, but he was holding a bowl of tomato and egg noodles with a golden poached omelette lying on it.

Isn't he gone? Why are you back again?

Shen Muhan sat down, held the chopsticks with his distinct fingers, picked up the noodles and fed it to her lips, "Isn't that hungry? Eat when you are hungry."

"No. I don't like eating noodles." Xia Jiu hummingly refused.

"Xia Jiu!" The ink rolled in the man's eyes, "My patience is limited. What do I do, what do you eat."

"I said that I don't like eating noodles... Um..." The man had lost his patience, and a chopsticks noodle was stuffed into Xia Jiu's mouth.

Xia Jiu was forced to take a bite, as if it tasted pretty good... She didn't like eating noodles herself, but the one cooked by Shen Muhan was light and refreshing, and it just met her appetite.

Unexpectedly, there are also delicious types of noodles. It seems that Shen Muhan's cooking skills are not bad.

Seeing Xia Jiu no longer refused, Shen Muhan picked up his face and fed her mouthfuls.

Xia Jiu couldn't help but asked curiously: "How can a young master like you know how to cook? Let alone other young masters, even big masters like my dad don't like to cook."

"Starving to death and cooking, you have to choose the same." Shen Muhan said lightly.