Heavenly Wife Domineering Love

"It's okay!" Bo Muyan said coldly, and strode out of the bathroom without looking back.

Su Qianqian, who was standing under the shower, was stunned for a moment, and then she clearly saw that the scar on Bo Muyan's left forehead was different from usual.

Her first reaction was that the scarred skin softened after being soaked in heavy rain.

But thinking about it again, his scar should have been there for many years, and it won't change after getting wet from the rain.

Otherwise, he should have had plastic surgery earlier, so he wouldn't sit idly by with such a big scar.

Moreover, she seemed to remember that the scar was located further down than before.

How is this possible?Scars don't move by themselves, she must have misread it.

After Su Qianqian took a shower, she felt that her body was not so cold anymore.

When she got out of the bathroom, she found that Bo Muyan was not there, she must have gone to another room to take a shower.

She picked up the glass bottle, returned to her original small room, and began to deal with the few small jasmine flowers.

She picked off the petals one by one, spread them flat on the bottom of a round cup, covered them with a ventilated fine sieve lid, and placed them in the window.

A few fresh stamens are left, crushed in a small glass jar, and placed at the bottom of the jar for later use.

After doing this, she found several empty sachets.

The rest of the sachets are only vermilion and green, which don't match someone's temperament.

She found out the gauze used to sew the sachet, finally chose a piece of purple tulle, cut it with scissors, and was ready to sew.

It's just that this purple gauze looks a little too monotonous, if something is embroidered on it, it will look good.

So she took out the silk thread again and embroidered it stitch by stitch.

Bo Muyan finished taking a shower next door, and when he returned to the bedroom, he didn't see Su Qianqian.

But the jasmine vase on the sink was gone, no need to ask, she must have gone back to her room to adjust the fragrance.

Originally, he thought that she just had a little skill in fragrance mixing, and it was just a whim.

But since that day, when he saw with his own eyes that she healed Mr. Bo's headache, he knew that she had a lot of accomplishments in this area.

And today, he saw her persistence again, she was able to go up the mountain alone in the heavy rain just for a few small flowers.

But he still couldn't help being angry. She only had the fragrance in her heart, but she had no sense of danger. If he didn't find her in time, she didn't know what would happen.

Forget it, for a woman who doesn't have a long heart, it's useless to talk about it.

Bo Muyan was still half-lying on the bed reading a book habitually. He had already turned over dozens of pages of obscure currency and financial logic theory. Why hasn't this woman come back yet?

He looked at the floor shop in the corner and felt a little puzzled. She racked her brains to move in, and gave up so easily for no reason.

At two o'clock in the morning, Bo Muyan's book couldn't be read any longer, and Su Qianqian's image when he was sleeping appeared from time to time between the lines.

He closed the book, got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, walking towards Su Qianqian's room involuntarily.

Sure enough, the light in her room was still on.

For a sleepy person, it is not an easy task to persevere until late at night.

Bo Muyan stood at the door of the room for a moment, hesitating whether to go in or not.

Go in, what reason do you want to find?It can't be said that he came to find her and go to sleep, that seems a little tasteless.

If you don't go in, then why is he here?
If you don't do it, then you don't stop, knocking on the door or something, it's too hypocritical, and it's his style to just break into the door.

But the sound of the door opening didn't wake up Su Qianqian, who was sitting with her back to the door, because she was already asleep.

Bo Muyan walked over and found that the woman on the chair was sleeping soundly, holding a sachet in her hand.

He gently removed her hand, brought the sachet to his eyes, and looked carefully.

The lavender translucent gauze fabric has two layers inside and outside, and a budding lily is embroidered on it.

However, the embroidery thread has not been cut, and the embroidery needles are still connected to it, obviously it has just been embroidered.

Bo Muyan looked at the other sewn sachets on the table, but there was nothing embroidered on them.

It seems that this purple one is very special, I don't know who she prepared it for.

Could it be that Shen Yi?

Thinking of this, Bo Muyan angrily threw the purple sachet on the table, leaned over to pick up Su Qianqian, and went back to his bedroom.

When he put the person on the bed, he remembered it and looked back at the floor in the corner.

Forget it, he doesn't sleep anyway, and it's a waste if the bed is empty, so let this woman sleep for one night, at worst, change the bed sheet tomorrow.

"pig!"

Seeing Su Qianqian being carried away without waking up, continuing to sleep soundly, Bo Muyan sat by the bed and complained in disgust.

In the palm of his hand was a small yellow sachet, which was just shoved from Su Qianqian's room.

Putting the sachet on the nose, there was indeed a rich aroma, but the smell was a bit strong, which he didn't like very much.

But the night was lonely, the rain was still pouring outside, and even the stars that accompanied him every night did not appear at this time, so it was not bad to have this sachet.

Sitting in front of the bed for a while, a few more lightning bolts flashed outside the window.

Bo Muyan got up and put down the curtains, but then felt redundant. This woman sleeps like a pig, and trivial things can be ignored.

Unexpectedly, the person on the bed suddenly curled up, and the little person under the quilt seemed to be shaking non-stop.

Bo Muyan thought she was having a nightmare, so she went over to wake her up, but found that the pillow was wet a lot.

On closer inspection, her hair was still wet.

Is this not drying after taking a shower?Or not wiped at all.

It's just too careless, so it's no wonder I don't get sick.

Bo Muyan took the hair dryer, turned on the soft setting, and dried Su Qianqian's hair.

Su Qianqian was dreaming that she had fallen into a hole in the ice. It was so cold that she couldn't climb up. She was in a hurry, and a wave of heat came from nowhere, warming her body.

But for some reason, she always felt that a big hand was constantly turning her head, which affected her sleep.

so annoying!She turned over reluctantly, and since it was no longer cold, she continued to sleep.

Her hair is soft and smooth, with a slight floral fragrance.

Bo Muyan couldn't believe it, he was blowing a woman's hair, and he was quite addicted.

The hair on both sides was dried, and he wanted to blow-dry the hair on the back of her head, but she refused to cooperate, so he had to hug him up.

Su Qianqian didn't do it any more, her lips pouted immediately.

She dreamed that a piece of milk-flavored tiramisu just appeared in front of her eyes, and she just opened her mouth to bite.

But there happened to be a villain who opened her head, and the delicious food was right in front of her eyes, but she couldn't eat it, which made her very upset.

Bo Muyan looked at the two delicate and charming lips in front of him, and an inexplicable agitation surged in his body.

It shouldn't be, he has always had strong self-control, except for the woman that night, there is nothing that can make him emotional.

Thinking about the door, the person in his arms suddenly hooked his neck like a hungry tiger, and then bit him.

Bo Muyan's lower abdomen tightened suddenly, and the fragrant breath flooded all senses instantly, and he began to respond uncontrollably.