"Next, you must take good care of her, obey her in everything, follow her, and never make her sad anymore, understand?"
Yan Haotian nodded heavily, his eyes full of self-blame and remorse.
He opened his mouth silently, made a promise to Muyan, then turned around and left quickly.
Looking at the back of Yan Haotian going away, Muyan raised her brows slightly, while walking towards her room, she lightly tossed the porcelain bottle in her hand, smiling shrewdly and lazily.
"When the uncooked rice is cooked, these two people won't have the energy to make trouble anymore, right?"
It's not like she's going through it again, running thousands of miles, worrying about saving her subordinates.
However, the thrown porcelain bottle did not fall back into his hand, but was caught by a wide palm halfway.
Muyan raises her head in a daze, and what catches her eyes is Di Ming Jue's handsome face that can fascinate thousands of women.
She was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of joy welled up on her face, "Is your injury healed?"
The person who appears in front of him is naturally Di Ming Jue.
During this period of time, he was forced by Muyan to recuperate in the space.
At this time, the man standing in front of him was radiant, his deep and three-dimensional facial features were sharpened like an axe, chisel, and a knife, and he was as handsome as a god who had fallen into the mortal world.
Even Muyan, looking at the man's perfect face, couldn't help being in a daze.
She stabilized her mind, grabbed the man's hand, and checked his pulse.
However, before she can be happy, Di Ming Jue's injury has healed.
The man's perfect handsome face was suddenly close at hand, and the warm breath on his face made her nerves tense all of a sudden.
"Yanyan, can you tell me what kind of medicine this is?" The man's magnetic voice made it easy to hear a foul.
But Muyan's face froze, and she said with a dry smile: "It's just an ordinary mysterious medicine, give it back to me..."
She reaches out to grab the porcelain vase back, but Di Ming Jue easily dodges it.
He lowered his head, leaned close to Muyan's ear, and said with a light smile: "Cooking raw rice into cooked rice, I also think this method is good, why don't we try it too?"
The bastard!
He really knew what happened just now!
Muyan glared at him, turned around and was about to leave.
But not far away, the voices of some little girls in the Changsheng Camp could be heard.
"Commander Feng is so happy. Commander Yan Da, a big man, washes his hands and makes soup for her."
"Hey, no matter how good Commander Yan is, he can't compare to our uncle Wanyi. What kind of character is my uncle, to do those things for the sake of our young lady..."
"Isn't that nonsense? Our lady is the best woman in the world, and our uncle is naturally the best man in the world. Even their child, the little master, is the cutest and most powerful doll in the world. …”
"I really hope they can get married soon..."
The laughing and gossip of the little girls gradually moved away.
The corners of Muyan's mouth twitched, and she didn't know how to make facial expressions for a long while.
Why didn't she know when her subordinates started calling Di Ming Jue Young Master, and they were so slippery.
"Yanyan, did you hear that?" The man's magnetic voice whispered in her ear, "When will we let your subordinates get what they want?"
"Otherwise, let's cook the raw rice first, that's fine."
Warm lips almost engulfed her earlobe, whispering softly.
Muyan finally couldn't stand it anymore, and fled in despair.
Looking at the place where the girl disappeared, Di Ming Jue's eyes are bright and dark, and then the corner of his mouth curls into a gentle yet determined smile.
Jun Muyan, let me see how long you can escape.