Chapter 87 Throwing Herself Into His Arms


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Wen Xin had never been so scared before. She held her breath, looked over quietly, and met the man's sinister gaze.

The man's lips were slightly curled under the mask, with an expression but no real smile.

Wen Xin was so frightened that her face turned pale and her heart beat faster. Fortunately, the elevator door was already open. She ran out and rang the doorbell frantically.

Looking back at the elevator, the man in the elevator made a gesture to her.

"Ah!" Wen Xin couldn't help but screamed, but fortunately the door had been opened by Jun Mohan.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Mohan's low and hoarse voice hit her ears, and she cried.

Wen Xin suddenly threw herself into Jun Mohan's arms, hugged his waist tightly with both hands, her whole body trembling, her furry head buried in his chest, wiping her snot and tears on his body.

At this moment, Jun Mohan's heartbeat accelerated, his hands hanging at his sides gradually clenched, his whole body was tense, and his face was slightly red.

His hands unconsciously rose up to hug her back, but he accidentally touched her legs. Even through her jeans, he felt embarrassed.

He quickly withdrew his hand and his body became even more tense.

After a long while, he said, "What's wrong? It's like seeing a ghost? You've watched too many horror movies."

Wen Xin raised her head, her big eyes filled with tears. She looked behind her, quickly closed the door, took Jun Mohan's hand and walked in.

"I'm telling you it's scary, I just saw a man..."

Wen Xin told him everything that had just happened. Jun Mohan frowned and smiled, "Are you overthinking it?"

"No, it's really horrible," she touched her heart with one hand, then put the barbecue on the table with the other hand, took out a piece of paper and wiped her nose vigorously. The whole process was so gentle.

He was amazed by what he saw.

Wen Xin's emotions gradually calmed down. Seeing that she was frightened, Jun Mohan suggested, "Tell me when you get off work and I'll pick you up."

"Really?" She was delighted, but felt a little regretful after saying these two words. If he knew that she worked at a barbecue stall, he would definitely dislike her.

Forget it, I won’t say anything more.

"That's not necessary. Maybe I'm too sensitive. If that man had just laid hands on me, I would have thought he was targeting me on purpose, but he didn't. This means it was probably a coincidence."

Jun Mohan didn't say anything, but his stomach happened to growl.

He awkwardly clenched his hands into a circle, placed them near his mouth and coughed twice to ease the embarrassment.

Wen Xin heard it, took out a skewer of meat and put it in front of him, "Eat it!"

He was a little surprised and asked, "Did you buy it specially for me?"

"no."

Wen Xin wanted to say that it was leftovers from a customer who ordered too much, but knowing that the man had mysophobia, she changed her words and said, "Yes, I bought it especially for you."

Jun Mohan was delighted. Although he was excited, he still took the skewers and said seriously, "Eat less of this kind of thing. It's junk food."

As he said this, he was already chewing the skewers of meat. Why does the barbecue taste so good today?

"Uncle, finish eating. I'm going to take a shower."

In the middle of the night, Jun Mohan felt very thirsty after eating barbecue, so he got up and went to the living room to get some water.

Only then did I realize that the cozy door was half open, the desk lamp was on, and there was no sound from inside.

He walked over curiously and wanted to ask her why she wasn't asleep yet, only to find that she hadn't taken off her warm shoes, was not covered with the quilt, was wearing suspenders, and was holding her phone watching the live broadcast. She had fallen asleep under the dim light of the desk lamp.

Her slightly open mouth under her beautiful profile was drooling, and he couldn't help but walk in to help her take down her phone and cover her with the quilt.

Damn it, this woman is so casual, she just trusts herself like that.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the quilt over her again, this time staring at the ceiling.

I took her phone and prepared to leave, when suddenly the girl turned over and smacked her lips.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled, and Jun Mohan almost fell on top of her. Fortunately, he used his hands to support himself so as not to crush her to death.

At this moment, her warm little mouth is slightly open, and she smiles from time to time.

With this smile, Jun Mohan's heart, which had been silent for a long time, gradually melted. He raised his hand happily to help her smooth the hair that was stuck to the corner of her mouth. Only then did he notice that there were many tiny hairs on his pink little face under the lamp.

So cute.

Her breath sprayed on his face, and his throat rolled instantly. He couldn't help but stick close to her and kissed her lips gently, then he straightened up, turned off the lights and walked out quickly with a red face.

be terribly upset.

Just like a little fox that stole some meat, it lost its sense of direction, was anxious and restless, and was upset at itself for doing such a stupid thing.

He couldn't believe he had kissed her.

He couldn't sleep that night.

When he got up, he was in low spirits. Looking at his wife watering the flowers and feeding the fish on the balcony, he was frightened again and did not even notice that his wife was approaching him.

Wen Xin came up to him with a bucket of water and asked, "Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Jun Mohan: "......"

"Uncle?"

Still no sound.

Wen Xin raised her voice, "Uncle, are you possessed?"

Jun Mohan was startled at this, turned around awkwardly and said with a red face: "Boring, I was just lost in thought."

Wen Xin smiled immediately, "What are you thinking about? You're not thinking about me!"

Jun Mohan turned around and poked her nose with his index finger, "You think too much. I would rather miss a sow than you."

"Tsk, come over here and wash your hands and eat. I made your favorite omelette rice today."

Jun Mohan's eyes fell on her opening and closing lips. Thinking of that kiss and that touch, he smiled and said, "Okay."

On the dining table, on a delicate white plate, a golden omelet was wrapped around fragrant ham fried rice, and the omelet was painted with a few waves of red ketchup, which made it look very appetizing.

After getting used to eating food made by Wen Xin, even home-cooked meals, Jun Mohan felt that the food outside, even the delicacies from land and sea, was tasteless.

He drank the sour soup, opened the omelet, scooped some rice into his mouth, then looked up and saw Wen Xin opposite him had already taken several bites, with a few plump and crystal clear rice grains hanging at the corners of her mouth.

For some unknown reason, he raised his hand to remove the rice grains from the corner of her mouth, and then put them into his own mouth.

Seeing this scene, Wen Xin opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Just now, he, he actually ate the food from the corner of her mouth, is he crazy?

His mysophobia is gone?

"What are you looking at? Eat," he said without looking up. He ate while talking with a smile on his face.

Wen Xin said: "Crazy, crazy, you are absolutely crazy."

Jun Mohan raised his head: "......"

"Um? Uncle, you've been acting weird lately?" she asked tentatively.

"explain."

"You must have fallen in love with me because of my charm! Otherwise, why would you eat the food I dropped?"

Jun Mohan patted her head and said, "Don't think too much. I just feel sorry for the farmers who work so hard on the land. It's shameful to waste it."

"Ah! It turns out that my charm has not yet been fully utilized."

After dinner, Jun Mohan went out for something. Today is Sunday, and Wen Xin was planning to wash the sheets and quilt covers, but she unexpectedly received a call from her mother saying that Wen Guoqiang was coming.

Wen Xin immediately knew what was going on and quickly put on her shoes and ran out.

At the Xiao family, on the third day after Xiao Han was discharged from the hospital, he felt stomach discomfort and lay in bed without getting up to make breakfast.

In the living room, Pengpeng, a three-year-old boy, was crying because he was hungry. He rolled on the floor and asked for candy. The noise made Zhang Guodong, who was playing League of Legends, so depressed that he hid in the bathroom.

When Wang Qiang heard her grandson crying and couldn't comfort him, she kicked open Xiao Han's door and yelled at her.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep like a fool."

"Die a few years earlier, then you won't have to worry about sleeping. Get up and make dinner."

"The child is so hungry, how can you be so cruel as an aunt?"

Xiao Han opened his eyes with a bad look on his face and said, "Mom, I'm really not feeling well today. How about you cook for me?"

"Fuck! Look at you, you look like a dead person. You've only been pregnant for a short time and you're already whining all day long."

"I got married at a younger age than you. I was nineteen when I got pregnant. I had to go far away to collect firewood even with my pregnant belly. I'm not as pretentious as you."

"Hurry up and get up to cook for me and take care of the child."

After scolding her, Wang Qiang started to pull her directly under the bed.

Xiao Han was so scared that she covered her stomach and said, "Mom, mom, don't move, I can get up by myself."

Xiao Han struggled to go to the kitchen to cook. She wanted to go to the bathroom to ask Zhang Guodong for help, but Zhang Guodong was sitting on the toilet and ignored her.

She endured the pain until her eyes turned red, and swallowed all the suffering.

......

In the hospital, when Wen Xin ran to the ward, Mu Chenxi and Wen Yue were outside the ward. The two of them were being very affectionate, which was very eye-catching.

Wen Xin felt like her eyes were about to be poked out, and asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Mu Chenxi smiled, "Long time no see, warm."

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