Chapter 181 It seems I came at the wrong time

"Hungry?"

Seeing that Yu Qinghuan didn't move or speak, Mu Huaian asked her gently, his fingers still playing with the ends of her hair, his eyes full of tenderness.

If this question was asked by Xie Zhili, Yu Qinghuan would definitely roll his eyes and reply, "You're asking even though you already know the answer."

But the one asking her now is Mu Huaian, how could he have any bad intentions? He must be concerned about her.

Yu Qinghuan felt dizzy and had a lot to say, but in the end, she just lay in his arms and slowly uttered, "Aren't you hungry?"

Only then did Mu Huaian realize how exhausted he had made her, and he suddenly felt a little apologetic. "Then I'll call Xiaowu and Sang Ru to prepare the meal."

Yu Qinghuan nodded weakly.

Mu Huaian hugged her distressedly, "Sorry, I won't do this next time."

He didn't want to do this at first, but when he saw the new marks on her body just now, and thought about the fact that Xie Zhili had also lived in this house and might have slept on this couch, he became competitive and started to lead Yu Qinghuan around the house, wanting to leave marks everywhere.

If Yu Qinghuan knew what he was thinking, she would probably feel guilty again, because the marks on her body were left by Xiao Jinghe yesterday.

...

The door opened and the two of them were already dressed.

Sang Ru and Xiao Wu brought in the food and saw that the young master looked refreshed and well-fed, not like he was hungry at all.

The girl walking over there was seen moving slowly, looking exhausted and obviously drained of energy.

Sang Ru sighed inwardly. It was the first time she saw the girl like this. She never thought that the young master had this ability. Was he even more powerful than the second master of the Xie family?

Yu Qinghuan was so tired that she didn't even want to pick up the chopsticks and sat on the chair. Mu Huaian, who was standing next to her, wanted to "make amends for his sins" and now held the bowl of rice and fed her mouthful by mouthful of food.

Sang Ru: “…” It seems that he is really tired.

Xiao Wu seemed to be thinking about something. The young master is so powerful, why doesn’t he see the young master?

A sarcastic voice came from the door: "Heh, it seems I came at the wrong time."

The four people in the room looked at the same time, and saw Xie Zhili, who had appeared at some point in time, standing at the door, leaning against it, watching the romantic scene in the room with cold eyes.

Mu Huaian just glanced at him and continued feeding him.

Yu Qinghuan was too hungry to bother with him.

When Xie Zhili arrived, he saw a carriage parked in the alley and immediately realized that someone had come. There was no one in the yard, so he came in. When he saw Mu Huaian, he was not surprised at all.

But Yu Qinghuan looked so weak that she needed to be fed. How badly had she been fucked?

Oh.

He strode into the room, snatched the bowl from Mu Huaian's hand, opened his robe, and sat on the chair on the other side of Yu Qinghuan. "Ah Huan, how can you trouble an outsider with such a trivial matter as feeding you? Let me feed you."

As he spoke, he picked up some of Yu Qinghuan's favorite vegetables and fed them to her mouth.

Yu Qinghuan didn’t care at all who fed her. She didn’t have to do it herself anyway, as long as it was something she liked to eat, it was fine.

Seeing this, Mu Huaian picked up the bowl and chopsticks handed to him by Xiao Wu and ate slowly and leisurely, and did not seem to be affected by Xie Zhili's deliberate possessive behavior.

Because just an hour ago, he held Yu Qinghuan in his arms and tossed and turned for a long time at the dining table in front of him.

Sang Ru suddenly felt a little sympathy for Xie Zhili. The young master was tormenting the person, but the second master was eager to serve him. It was obvious that he had already tacitly agreed that he and the girl would live together as a threesome. There was no trace of the tyrannical and authoritarian look he had in the past at the manor.

She gave Yu Qinghuan a thumbs up in her heart, thinking that the girl had been well trained.

However, it is obviously impossible for three people to live in harmony.

Xie Zhili scooped a spoonful of soup and fed it to Yu Qinghuan's mouth, "You must be thirsty after eating without any food. Have some soup."

Yu Qinghuan was feeling thirsty and opened his mouth to drink.

Seeing this, Xie Zhili felt proud and said, "I'm considerate, right?"

He looked like he was waiting for praise, just like a dog in a farm, bringing back a bone and waiting for praise from his master.

Yu Qinghuan was silent: "...Yeah."

Her voice was low and hoarse. When Xie Zhili heard it, he knew that she must have overused her voice. He even suspected that Yu Qinghuan had used her mouth for other things.

The thought of this made him envy to the point of madness. His hands gripping the chopsticks turned white from the effort, and he immediately started to spit out insults, "Some people, one foot looking at another girl, the next foot climbing onto someone else's bed."

After Xie Zhili's reminder, Yu Qinghuan remembered that Mu Huaian had met the girl from the Sun family yesterday. She suddenly felt uncomfortable and looked over.

She remembered that Mu Huaian and the girl from the Sun family had a very pleasant conversation, and the girl's face turned red with laughter.

When he met Yu Qinghuan's eyes, that gaze was like a knife, Mu Huaian wanted to explain, but the fact was that they met yesterday, even though he didn't mean it that way, and the girl from the Sun family was thinking about the East Palace and didn't look down on him at all.

But he didn't want to say these words in front of Xie Zhili.

At this time, Xie Zhili was still adding fuel to the fire, "You better keep your eyes clean and don't be fooled by that kind of person."

Mu Huaian tightened his grip on the bowl slightly, his expression clearly unhappy. "Master Xie, why is your face hurt? Did you offend someone by talking too much?"

Yu Qinghuan was surprised. When did Mu Huaian start speaking in such a sarcastic tone?

Xie Zhili sneered, "It was dark last night, and I accidentally fell. I'm really sorry for taking care of you, young master."

Mu Huaian now looked at Yu Qinghuan, "Miss Yu, some people don't speak the truth, and you can't believe a word they say."

Xie Zhili: "That's better than some people who are always looking at the pot while having their cake and eating it too."

Mu Huaian: "I don't have any."

The two of them exchanged sharp words, which gave Yu Qinghuan a headache. She immediately snatched the bowl and chopsticks back from Xie Zhili and said, "If you want to argue, go outside. My house is so small that it can't accommodate so many people."

The problem is that the house is small. If the noise is louder or there are more people, it will be extremely noisy.

If she had known the situation would be like this today, she would have bought a bigger house. It's really a waste of money.

As soon as she said this, Xie Zhili and Mu Huaian stopped talking and just exchanged glances, neither of them giving in.

Sang Ru, who was watching from the side, was amazed. Even the most extravagant book in the capital couldn't describe such a thing as this girl.

She suddenly felt a little regretful that she had not learned to read well with the girl, otherwise she could have written storybooks to make money. With one woman managing three husbands, the books would definitely sell well.

...

Mu Huaian left in the evening of that day.

Xie Zhili did not leave, but stayed by Yu Qinghuan's side, sometimes helping her water the flowers, sometimes helping her look at the account books, and even wanted to go for a walk on the street. Now, with the door closed, he still wanted to accompany her to change clothes.

Xie Zhili reached out from behind and hugged her. He smelled a lingering scent on her body, and his heart felt sour and angry. He immediately opened his mouth and bit her earlobe.

Yu Qinghuan gasped in pain, and just as he turned around to curse, his outer shirt was peeled off, revealing marks of varying severity on his shoulders and arms.