I Love You, Stupid Woman!

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapters of Mulberry!When Lin Muchen came over, Sang Wan talked to him about eating hot pot, but he didn't think he didn't even frown. He just asked, "Which one?"

Failing to make things difficult, Sang Wan reported a name depressed.

"Let's go." Lin Muchen didn't change his face.

"That Lin..." Qiao Wan hesitated or called him, she couldn't really give Sang Wan such a fool, and deliberately rescued him, "This house is very busy, we don't have an appointment, or change one?"

"It's not in the way." Lin Muchen took out his cell phone, "I know the boss, just make a call."

Two-thirds of the large-scale restaurants in Haicheng are owned by the Muyang family, as is this hot pot restaurant.

On the phone, Mu Yang heard that he was going to the hot pot restaurant, instinctively curious, "Third brother, I'm nearby. Wait, I'll be here."

Five or six minutes later, Mu Yang and Gu Xubai appeared together.

Before long, five or six people joined in the fun.

Finally, Xu Youyou was late...

As a result, the dinner for two people became three, three became five, and finally turned into a big table, staying in a private room, successfully isolated the heat outside, the environment is good enough to be comparable to the elegant western restaurant, so Sang Wan was even more depressed.

Where is there any girlfriend party?

Sang Wan couldn't say a few words to Qiao Wan all night. With so many people on the table, many topics couldn't be spoken freely.

What's more, there is one Xu sole...

Throughout the night, Sang Wan always felt that Xu Youlong's eyes glanced at her like nothing.

Halfway through the meal, Qiao Wan answered the phone, said hello and hurried away. Sang Wan sat next to her and clearly saw the words'Fang Jiamu' on the caller ID.

Feelings, like people drinking water, are cold or warm, only people who drink water know.

Sang Wan knew very well that Qiao Wan had not given up on Jiamu's feelings at least.

After Qiao Wan left, there were no more people who occasionally accompany Sang Wan to say a few words. When I first sat down, there was a disturbance. The man at the table was talking about the development of Chengdong. This kind of thing, Sang Wan could not hear I was not interested, so I put a bunch of meat into the pot for myself, and then fished it up piece by piece.

After a few bites, there was an extra plate in front of him, and the man's cold and indifferent voice rang from the side, "Give me a bite too."

Sang Wan subconsciously wanted to push the plate back and ask him to make it himself, but before he had to act, she changed her attention. She agreed decently and asked him what kind of food and meat he wanted to eat.

"Whatever you want." The man said indifferently again, and turned to talk to the person beside him.

"..."

Sang Wan smiled all over his face, and then all the ingredients he could get on hand were put in the hottest grid of the zodiac.

The boiling flaming red soup was like a roaring flame, tumbling to swallow the ingredients.

Sangwan counted the time, and put him in a saucer almost the same time, and then sent it to him, "Okay, eat."

"Yeah." Lin Muchen didn't realize he was there, pinched the chopsticks with his distinct fingers to clamp the food on the plate.

"Brother Mu Chen!"

He slid a shrimp to his mouth, and the conversation of several men in the private room was cut off by Xu's only exclamation. She looked a little ugly, frowned and looked at Sang Wan reproachfully before reminding Lin Muchen. Those things are spicy...you have a bad stomach, don't eat them."

It was a prank at first, and when someone saw it through, Sang Wan felt boring and reached out to get the plate back, "If you can't eat it, I will eat it."

"It's not in the way." Lin Muchen glanced down at her. He didn't make a single look at Xu Ziyou during the whole process. When the voice fell, he still slipped the shrimp into his mouth.

"..."

For a while, everyone on the table looked at Sang Wan's eyes differently...

After that, although Lin Muchen didn't finish eating the contents of the plate, he intermittently. When it was over, there was indeed only one plate covered with red spicy oil in front of him. Sang counted the night, and he drank a total of them when he went to the table. Eight glasses of water.

After the mischief succeeded, Sang Wan not only did not get the sense of accomplishment he had imagined, but seeing his pale complexion when he got up from the position, a hint of guilt came into his heart...

In short, it was an unpleasant evening and an unpleasant dinner.

On the way back, Sang Wan turned his head to look at him from time to time. After halfway through the journey, he asked uneasyly, "Lin Muchen, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Lin Muchen's eyes were always on the road ahead. Hearing this, he faintly responded, and there was no more to follow.

He really looks fine.

Except that it would be at the hot pot restaurant, there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, and his face was a little pale... everything was as usual.

Later, the wind blew outside, and even his complexion returned to the usual coldness. At least, Sang Wan looked sideways at him from time to time, but he didn't see any abnormalities.

Perhaps, Xu Youyi's sentence that his stomach is not good is a smoke bomb that brushes his presence.

Thinking of this, Sang Wan felt less guilty in her heart, and closed her eyes and calmed her face out of the window.

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Even if I stayed in a private room, the hot pot restaurant is still a taste.

As soon as he walked in, Lin Muchen went to the bathroom without stopping. After a while, there was a gurgling sound. Sang Wan took off his coat. I don’t know if it was affected by him. He also felt that the smell of hot pot in his hair made people feel a little bit. I couldn't stand it, so I took my pajamas and went to the guest room to take a shower.

When Sang Wan returned to the room after taking a shower, Lin Muchen was no longer in the room, and the light in the study was on. Even if it was a point where he could sleep, he was still a dedicated workaholic.

Sang Wan didn't care about him either, blowing his hair and lying on the bed.

She wasn't sleepy, but she didn't turn on the TV, even the lamp was turned off, and she lay quietly in the dark thinking about things.

Qiao Wan said something in her ear when she left, which was the main reason for her insomnia.

She said, cherish the person in front of you.

The person in front of you...

Lin Muchen?

If there were not too many people at the time, Sang Wan would definitely ask, after all, she really couldn't think of a reason that she could cherish.

In front of her, she insisted not to divorce because Sang Xian and Jiang Tian had become an adulterer too much.

But how to retaliate?

Sang Wan didn't think about this question. After all, it was also a close relative, her father...

When Sang Wan's mind was in a mess, the door was opened from outside, and there was no third person in the whole villa. Sang Wan knew who was returning to the room at this time.

Lin Muchen did not turn on the light, nor did he come over to the big bed, but went directly to the bathroom.

Not long after, Sang Wan heard a few depressed vomiting sounds——

"Those things are spicy...you have a bad stomach, don't eat them."

Somehow, Sang Wan thought of the only word Xu had said all night, and instinctively Lin Muchen would vomit in the bathroom and couldn't get rid of himself.

Thinking about this, she has lifted the quilt and turned on the light to get out of bed.

When she opened the bathroom door, the toilet was already flushing, and Lin Muchen bent over to wash her face by the sink.

"Are you okay?" Sang Wan turned on the light and walked over.

When he was speaking, he saw that he was stained with water droplets and he was bleeding to a face that was whiter than white paper.

"Yeah." I didn't know what it meant, and I rinsed my mouth again.

Sang Wan quickly took a clean towel and waited by the side. Seeing that he rinsed his mouth well and passed it over, she was too mischievous. Sang Wan was a little upset, "I'm sorry, I don't know your stomach is so bad."

"Now I know it's not too late." Lin Muchen took the towel, wiped his face and hands, then put it aside and passed by her.

When Sang Wan chased him out, he was already lying down on the bed.

"Does it hurt so much? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Sang Wan chased him over, not knowing why he subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, probably because he had only washed it with cold water. Or not.

He closed his eyes and did not respond.

"You will go to sleep later, I'll get you medicine." There is stomach medicine in the medicine cabinet downstairs. I heard Zhang's mother say that he has a bad stomach, but Sang Wan didn't expect it to be so bad, you know, I won't engage in such pranks at night.

After Sang Wan went downstairs, he was not in a hurry to get the stomach medicine. Instead, he picked up some millet and poured it into a pot to stew. Then he took the stomach medicine and the water floor.

There was a tingling pain in his stomach, and Lin Muchen couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.

Sang Wan ignored his unwillingness to take medicine, and put a stomach medicine into his mouth while he was ill, then put a water cup to his mouth and waited.

The entrance of the bitter pill opened, Lin Muchen's brow furrowed deeper, and the shock in his eyes was not weakened by the illness.

"..."

Sang Wan looked at him with terrifying eyes, her back was a bit cold, and she stepped back two steps subconsciously, her fingers squeezed the glass in terror, making a weird sound of'cackling', and then she gave a dry cough and asked weakly, "You Do you want to drink water?"

"You dare to put medicine in my mouth, and the water you dare not pour?" Lin Muchen sat up halfway, leaning against the bed, his eyes cold and terrifying.

"..."

Sang Wan lost a lot of energy on the field, but also lacked confidence, "Of course you have to take medicine if you are sick."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, when an upward syllable overflowed in his throat, Lin Muchen slowly narrowed his eyes, "Who made me sick?"

"..."

Sang Wan was completely speechless now.

In the final analysis, this illness is indeed due to her mischief...

But in the final analysis, it was also because he had ruined her and Qiao Wan's best friend gathering!

"So should you take this medicine for me?" After Sang Wan's mind was running fast, Lin Muchen inferred a conclusion that he would not pay for his life.

"..."

She will take medicine for him, can he cure his stomach trouble?

Under the threat of his cold eyes, Sang Wan endured the urge to roll his eyes, took two steps forward, and passed the water cup again, "You drink your saliva first, and I will stew the millet porridge for you. It will be better soon. Wait a minute. Sheng came over and gave you a warm drink...Ah!"

At the end of Sang Wan’s words, the word “stomach” suddenly turned into an exclamation. When he recovered, he had been pressed on the bed by the bastard Lin Muchen, and a cup of warm water was spilled all over the place, steaming with a shallow heat. , It will dissipate for a short while.

"Well!"

On the bed, from "Ah" to "Uh", Sang Wan's lips were blocked by him, and his mouth was bitter...