Chapter 56
The little nurse was happy and told Mu Qingliu the good news that things were going well.
Mu Qingliu stood on the top floor of the private hospital, the sunlight shone through the windows, and cast a layer of delicate light on people.
Even if someone was calm and composed, such a sunny afternoon would make Mu Qingliu look unattainable and absolutely immortal.
The little nurse immediately had a peach blossom madness, and felt that the person in front of her at this moment could immediately ascend to heaven.
Mu Qingliu listened to the report quietly without saying a word.
The little nurse thought that the immortal was dissatisfied... cough cough cough, thought that the big boss was dissatisfied, and her back was cold, and she even thought that the other party might be furious because of dissatisfaction.
In fact, it was not the case.
Mu Qingliu's deep eyes have been looking around the sky, searching quickly.
Something must appear at a certain node.
After staring for five minutes, Mu Qingliu tilted his head to the little nurse, and then praised, "Well done."
On the way home, Mu Qingliu was still regretful that he did not seem to get the affirmation of the plot line after putting in a little effort this time.
I wonder when my wife's illness can be completely recovered?
The body suddenly felt a little tight, so Mu had to lean his left and right legs back and forth and adjust his sitting posture.
In fact, he never did this before. His
28 years of single life have always been regular and orderly, pure and simple. A friend once used an ascetic monk in a suit to tease his self-discipline and coldness.
It really broke the defense with one move, and he was crazy for life.
Mu Qingliu thought carefully, most of the reasons were due to his lack of self-control, a cat that eats vegetarian food all day should not touch delicious canned fish.
A small part of the reasons were due to his wife's right hand.
Mu Qingliu could usually satisfy his hand urge, but since his wife's right hand kept rejecting the upper and lower parts,
he couldn't even satisfy his hand urge.
And his mouth urge.
Song Yin covered his mouth tightly, spitting bubbles [No~No~], which made him not very good at using force.
After a while.
Even Mu Qingliu, the big villain who called the shots in the plot, had to hold back in front of his wife's bed.
Therefore, making love with a healthy wife must be put on the agenda.
Mu Qingliu abruptly eliminated the tension and bought a large bunch of soft pink roses on the way home.
The driver respectfully escorted him to the door of the main hall, and the maid who came to help him get his coat suddenly shuddered.
Mu Qingliu, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, was very unfamiliar. In everyone's impression, even if President Mu was holding an AK in his hand, it was not as surprising as this moment.
However, the picture was indeed perfect.
The handsome and tall man held the flowers and asked softly about Song Yin's situation.
Since Aiwen has taken on the task of picking up and dropping off Song Yin every day, Mu Qingliu can handle the protagonist's affairs more effectively.
I always feel that I owe my wife a lot.
Mu Qingliu held the flowers in his arms, and he stood at the door of the main hall with his head raised to look around. He also talked to Song Yin on the phone, and it was about time for Chengzi to come back.
The servants passed by several times and tried to take the bouquet from his hand, but Mu Qingliu's aura was so repulsive that everyone who wanted to help with the flowers was stabbed into silence by the biting cold as soon as they had the idea.
You know, this was the first time in his life that Mu Qingliu took the initiative to go to the flower shop to buy fresh flowers, and it was also the first time he held a bunch of flowers with wrapping paper in his arms with one hand.
Everyone's first time is precious.
The first time to call mom and dad.
The first time to go to school.
The first time to leave the protection of the family and embark on the first train of life alone.
...
The first time to be interested in human beings.
The first time to feel that life must be spent with another person to be perfect.
The first time to buy flowers.
The first time.
Mu Qingliu leaned against the edge of the door frame and imagined for the first time that this deserted luxury mansion would become a paradise full of happiness.
There were many more firsts, and Mu Qingliu began to plan, which was also Song Yin's first time.
It became the first time for both of them.
The car carrying Song Yin slowly drove into the courtyard. Mu Qingliu's mouth showed a faint and natural smile, and he went up to open the door with a bouquet of flowers.
Ai Wen was used to putting Song Yin in the back seat to prevent the little vegetable from sitting in the passenger seat and hitting his head sideways during his crazy driving skills.
No matter who it was, no one could take care of Song Yin as patiently and carefully as Mu Qingliu did.
Mu Qingliu opened the car door.
Four or five bubbles of complaints from tumbling pandas popped out from the gap between the car doors in an instant.
Mu Qingliu found it cute and flicked it with his slender fingers.
Half of Song Yin's body was exposed.
The little vegetable man sat up.
He really sat up, stretched out his arms, and accurately hugged his body.
Mu Qingliu hurriedly moved the rose in his hand to avoid being pricked by the thorns on the stem.
Song Yin hugged him, and from the moment he opened the door, he could smell the cool breath emanating from Mu Qingliu's body.
Song Yin was inexplicably excited to the point of stuttering, "I... I..."
[Today is so strange, I was writing a program in the group, and suddenly I was able to sit up, and my two arms were no longer numb, as if my body was mine again.]
Song Yin was too excited.
He lay there for a long time, a long time, really a long time, feeling that if his life was not consumed in the hospital bed, it would end in a sheet or a bathtub full of water.
Don't think that he is a person as bright as the sun, and don't think that a vegetative person paralyzed in a hospital bed, with no feelings at all, can be moved at will.
He was just suppressing, restraining, and persuading himself.
See, it's better to live a miserable life than to die.
Song Yin cried, his tears dripping into Mu Qingliu's luxurious suit, forming dark ochre dimples.
In fact, he has always been very scary. If Mu Qingliu hadn't threatened to drown him, Song Yin's spiritual world would have collapsed long ago.
And.
He leaned against Mu Qingliu's ear, treating this man, whom he had never met but always felt patient and gentle, as a god.
The little vegetative man made Mu Qingliu's cheeks wet with tears, and President Mu, who had a mysophobia, didn't even try to stop him.
Ivan had already gotten out of the car tactfully.
Mu Qingliu exerted a little force and pushed Lianhua and the others into the car and pressed them in.
Song Yin cried for half an hour, and the grievances he had suffered over the past year kept pouring out.
Mu Qingliu comforted him softly, kissing every piece of Song Yin's skin, from forehead to earlobes, from neck to chest.
Song Yin's legs were just numb, but that didn't mean all his legs were numb.
Mu Qingliu's legs had always been pure, but that didn't mean all his legs had become monks and Taoist priests.
After they sighed, they kissed each other.
From then on, everything revived, floods were rampant, monks ate meat, and Taoist priests returned to secular life.
"Wait," Song Yin had two hands to participate in the chastity defense this time, pushing a certain old virgin who was just beginning to fall in love 20CM away. The
little vegetative man hummed and thought, "I can only sit up, not do it. Look, villains are villains, they really take advantage of every opportunity." 】
【o(*////▽////*)q】999+
Mu Qingliu was going to make it in time.
Who would have thought that Song Yin's 999+ level bubble spitting box would be directly deformed, along with his red ears and face, all replaced by flaming red lips that had never been seen before.
The red lips were full of reluctance and welcome.
Mu Qingliu's head, which had been cold for 29 years, suddenly swelled up, and he hugged his wife's pink waist and said softly.
"Then I'll eat a little bit."