Quiet night with soft lighting. Mu Hanxia sat in front of the hospital bed, peeling apples attentively.
Zhang Zi, who was lying on the bed, looked at her expression carefully and smiled: "Did something good happen?"
Mu Hanxia smiled and put the peeled apple in his mouth: "Aren't you a nerd? When did you become so sensitive and gossip?"
"I just want to see you get married early."
"Worry about it."
Watching him obediently finish eating the small apple, Mu Hanxia said again, "I'm starting anew with him, let's observe and adjust. But you know, I have more important things to do now. "
Zhang Zi smiled helplessly: "Put away your strong woman's set, these two things are not contradictory."
Mu Hanxia smiled and did not answer.
Zhang Zi: "Then have you mentioned your plans to him?"
"No. He is Feng Chen's chairman after all. Let's talk about it when it's done."
Zhang Zi did not speak. After a while, he said, "I can understand the man's mood. I bet he's most concerned about nothing else, but when he can marry you home."
Mu Hanxia was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Zhang Zi, I remember that you are Dr. Princeton, can you not be like a worried aunt of the neighborhood committee?"
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After visiting Zhang Zi, Mu Hanxia went home. The next morning, she went downstairs for a run as usual. As soon as he went out, he saw Lin Mochen in a black sports suit, standing beside the flowerbed. With his hands in his pockets, he looked up at her.
Mu Hanxia gave him a gentle smile, and took the lead in running towards the morning mist. He quickly followed.
"Morning," he said.
"morning."
Human feeling is a strange thing. Usually Mu Hanxia runs alone and doesn't feel anything, and his mood is always calm. Now there is one more of him around, although the two of them don't talk much when they run, but his presence is too strong, and Mu Hanxia's heart is always not very peaceful.
After running for about half an hour, Lin Mochen's speed gradually slowed down. Mu Hanxia thought he was dying, so he slowed down and looked back at him. Then he heard him say: "Han Xia, I can't run anymore." Before he finished speaking, Mu Han Xia's hand was grabbed by him. She bumped into his dark eyes, and he was hugged by him.
Mu Hanxia's heart trembled, and only then did she realize that he was a drunkard, not drinking. She immediately smiled and said, "Lin Mochen, running is running, don't try to fish in troubled waters." She pulled her hand back and accelerated and ran forward. .
Lin Mochen's arms were empty, looking at her pretty and vigorous back, after a while, he smiled. In the past, such a trick was a hundred trials and a hundred spirits. As long as he made a half-truth shot, she would most likely be soft in his arms, smiling shyly and happily. Now... he caught up with her again with a calm expression on his face.
Finally, the one hour run is over. The sun also came out, and the two walked back side by side.
Because Mu Hanxia lived alone for many years, many of the habits were cultivated by her mother when she was a child, and they have been maintained to this day. For example, at this moment, when she was sweating profusely, she habitually took out the towel she was carrying, first wiped off the sweat on her face and neck, and then put it into the clothes behind her to wipe it around to avoid the wind catching a cold.
Lin Mochen saw her habitual movements and said, "I'll come."
Mu Hanxia was startled, the towel in his hand had been taken away by him.
The two stood in the sunshine under a building, and there was no one else on the road. Mu Hanxia stood with her back to him, and for some reason, she trembled slightly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his low, quiet brows. He pulled up her sweatshirt slightly with one hand, and reached in with the towel in the other. Along her shoulders, start rubbing down and down. Over her thin back, her... sports bra, then down her spine, down her waist, wiping the sweat off her sides, carefully and gently.
He obviously didn't even touch it, but Mu Hanxia's body, which had not been touched by a man for many years, burst into numbness, covering the entire back, and then swept the whole body. Her face was also a little hot.
At this time, his hand withdrew, and he arranged her clothes for her again, and said, "Okay."
Mu Hanxia took the towel back: "Thank you." He smiled and said, "Help each other and wipe me too, lest I… catch a cold."
His back was as tall and thin as he remembered, but it seemed to be thicker. Mu Hanxia stared at it for a few seconds, gently lifted up his sportswear, put the towel in, touched his shoulder with his fingers, and wiped it down inch by inch. Down to his spine, his narrow waist.
He suddenly stretched his hand behind his back and grabbed her hand.
He didn't speak, and Mu Hanxia didn't move.
She smelled the slight sweat on his back, and the familiar breath that belonged to him, and she felt ecstatic for a while.
After a while, she pulled her hand back and arranged his clothes for him.
The atmosphere between the two seemed to be a little different. He looked up at her and smiled faintly: "Is the porridge you cooked today enough for two people?"
"I didn't cook today, let's have breakfast outside."
Lin Mochen replied, "Okay."
Mu Hanxia took him and continued to walk towards a breakfast shop in front.
In fact, she deliberately didn't cook porridge today, with a subtle thought. She looked at the man beside her with quiet and clear eyes, and she always felt that if she just promised him to enter the room, how could she still hold him down
When they arrived at the breakfast shop, the two stood in front of the bar, Mu Hanxia looked at the menu on the wall and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Lin Mochen said, "Isn't it always up to you to arrange what I eat?" After that, he handed her the wallet and went to a booth to sit down.
His words made Mu Hanxia a little ecstatic. Because he was talking about the past. His taste is very picky, and he took her to eat all kinds of good things at the beginning. Later, the two got on well, and she was familiar with his taste. When he went to eat again, he was relieved, and lazily only let her arrange.
In fact, he has always been a man full of chauvinism, and likes to let his women take care of these things.
And every time Mu Hanxia ordered good dishes and returned to the table. He always liked to have her sit next to him, not across from him. In the idle moments after eating, he likes to hug her to watch news on his mobile phone, or touch her hair and her neck, and the two of them talk about each other...
Mu Hanxia calmed down, ordered the meal, and paid. When he turned around, he saw Lin Mochen sitting on the inside of the booth, leaving the seat next to him empty, with his hands still on the backrest. Although it is a sportswear, it also looks noble and cold.
He looked at her and waited for her.
Quietly provoke her.
As if he was the arrogant and bad man back then.
Mu Hanxia's heart aroused ripples, she held back her smile and walked over, as if unaware of his intentions, sat down opposite, handed him the wallet, and said, "You can eat it soon."
Lin Mochen didn't answer.
He stood up, walked around the table, and walked over to her.
"Sit in," he said.
Mu Hanxia: "Why?"
His hand fell on her waist, and he actually moved her in half pushing and half hugging. Mu Hanxia's waist was so numb that she could only submit. Then he let go and sat down beside her. After a while, his hand naturally rested on her shoulder, gently stroked the broken hair around her ear, and then moved to her neck again. His fingers were slender and soft, Mu Hanxia was itchy and numb when he touched them, and neither of them spoke.