The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 885 Little Heavenly King, Are You Short of Money? 23
Hearing Wuxin's words, Mu Chen's body stiffened again, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

Wu Xin lifted Mu Chen's chin, leaned forward slightly, and was about to press Mu Chen's lips, but Mu Chen dodged him.

Wuxin paused, smiled, sat up straight, and looked at Mu Chen.

Mu Chen turned his face to the window, staring at the trees outside, holding the quilt tightly with both hands, "I... give me a little more time."

Wuxin listened, nodded, reached out, and gently rubbed Mu Chen's head.

Mu Chen turned his head and looked at Wu Xin, "I'm not a child."

Wuxin raised his eyebrows, let go of his head, and let out an oh.

Mu Chen pursed his lips when he heard Wuxin's perfunctory answer, but he still didn't say anything.

Wu Xin guarded Mu Chen in the ward until night before leaving.

"Are you...will you come tomorrow?" Mu Chen looked up at Wuxin and asked.

"Do you want me to come?" Wu Xin looked at Mu Chen with a smile.

Mu Chen listened and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Wu Xin chuckled and said, "Well, I'll come back tomorrow." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the ward.

Mu Chen watched Wu Xin go out, and when he saw the door being closed, a hint of darkness appeared in Mu Chen's tired eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Turning her head, looking at the dark scenery outside the window, she whispered, "Meng Qihan, some things, once started, will never end."

The voice was faint, but with a hint of stubbornness.

……

The next day, Wuxin went to the hospital with a pile of documents and a food box.

Pushing open the door of the ward, he saw Mu Chen sliding his phone with one hand.

Hearing the movement, Mu Chen turned his head and looked towards Wuxin, "Meng... Hanhan."

Wu Xin raised her eyebrows when she heard Mu Chen address her, "Are you feeling better today?" While speaking, he had already closed the door of the ward and walked to the bed.

"Much better." Compared to yesterday's awkwardness, Mu Chen looked calmer today. Although he was still lazy, he seemed to have become more well-behaved.

Wu Xin put the food box on the table, then put the documents on the coffee table next to the sofa, "You can eat some of the food I brought for you."

Mu Chen listened, but looked at Wuxin without moving.

Wuxin put the documents on the sofa, then walked to the bed, opened the window for ventilation, and turned around to see Mu Chen who was watching him without moving.

"Why, you still want me to feed you?" Wu Xin smiled.

"Is it possible?" Mu Chen's eyes implied anticipation.

Seeing this, Wu Xin raised her eyebrows, "I'm getting sick and making myself coquettish."

He said he was disgusted, but the person had already walked to the bedside.

Seeing this, Mu Chen curled his lips almost invisible.

Wuxin set up the table on the hospital bed, took apart the food box, put the rice and vegetables on it, looked at Mu Chen, "What do you want to eat?"

Mu Chen stretched out his hand and pointed at a dish at random.

Wuxin took the chopsticks and brought the food to Mu Chen's mouth.

……

After feeding Mu Chen, Wuxin sat on the sofa to review the documents.

After just reading a few documents, the phone in my pocket rang.

Wuxin took out the phone and took a look, it was Assistant Zhou's call, "Say."

"Mr. Meng, quickly check Weibo." Assistant Zhou's tone was a little anxious.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xin asked while clicking on Weibo.

"The news that you went to visit Mu Chen in the hospital has been released, and now there is a big commotion on the Internet."

Wuxin listened, clicked on the search, and soon, a trending search with the word Mu Chen popped up.

I accidentally clicked it and started looking.

The first Weibo post was posted by a blogger named Naturally Proud, How Can I Lose, and it has tens of millions of retweets and comments.

(End of this chapter)