Chapter 1967: The Self-Inflicted Injury Scheme (Part 2)

Xue'er pursed her lips and hummed softly: "You do it yourself."

His eyes were slightly meaningful, and in the end she had no choice but to pull him. When she pulled, she closed her eyes, which was very cute.

Just looking at him like this, he felt less uncomfortable.

When he was injected, he frowned slightly, and Xue'er hummed softly: "You are so old, and you are still afraid of pain!"

When she said this, she was somewhat angry.

Ye Muyun stretched his brows and looked at her meaningfully: Who was the one who kept crying in pain last night.

Xue'er could naturally see his shamelessness, and she didn't say anything, just stared at him.

The doctor laughed, these two were also quite interesting, but they were really a perfect match.

The doctor re-anti-inflammatory the wound, and then left a box of anti-inflammatory drugs and left first.

Xue'er sent the doctor away, looked at the time and it was already late. When she was about to order room service, Ye Muyun stopped her: "I don't want to eat anything else, make some porridge for me."

She stared at him.

"After so many years, you haven't learned this, have you?" His tone was slightly mocking.

Xue'er snorted, "Such a simple thing, do you need to learn it?"

He laughed, "Then try it."

The little fool was fooled by him to do it... The back view was really cute.

Ye Muyun leaned quietly on the head of the bed, his eyes were deep, and the smile on his face deepened.

Just like this, getting along with her, no matter how uncomfortable his body was, his heart was slowly filled.

She wanted to escape, but he would not let go.

He lost once, and thought he would wait for her... He was sure that she couldn't leave him, because she was so stupid, so stupid, what could Tang Xue'er do without Ye Muyun?

But the long wait made him slowly lose his patience... It was not until she appeared again that he realized that she was living well without him, especially well.

He really didn't know whether he should be happy or unhappy.

Just thinking about it, the mobile phone beside the bed rang, and it was a call from Qin Mu.

He picked up the phone, his voice a little hoarse: "Mumu."

Qin Mu's voice was still as gentle as before, "Brother, why didn't you and Xue'er come out?"

Ye Muyun was silent for a while, looking towards the small kitchen, and then slowly said: "Last night, I was injured."

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"

"Minor injury." Ye Muyun said calmly, but Qin Mu still thought too much. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Zhou Chongguang: "I want to go to my brother's place to see, I'm worried."

Zhou Chongguang smiled faintly: "I'll go with you, otherwise you might be... a little uncomfortable in that scene."

Sure enough, men still understand men best.

Qin Mu originally wanted to refuse, but in the end he didn't, and acquiesced.

Over there, Ye Muyun put down his phone, felt much better, so he lifted the quilt and got up, and walked straight to the small kitchen.

In the morning light, the little man stood in front of the kitchen counter, a little flustered...

He hugged her from behind, his face resting on her shoulder, and smiled softly: "You can be so busy just making porridge."

Xue'er's body stiffened for a moment, and she turned back slowly: "Can you do it?"

He smiled: "Of course."

"Then... teach me!" she said unexpectedly.

He looked into her eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Let me teach you how to kiss first!"