After the divorce, the rich and powerful became obedient

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Nansheng angrily threw the tissue paper that he had blown his nose into a ball at Mu Xizhou.

Mu Xizhou couldn't dodge in time, was hit in the face, and didn't dislike death, "Zhan Nansheng, are you dirty or disgusting?"

As he said that, he took out the disinfectant wipes and began to wipe his face.

If it wasn't for his quality, Zhan Nansheng would have wanted to spit on him.

She took a deep breath and said sarcastically:

"I'm as dirty as you are disgusting? Mu Xizhou, do you want to lose face? Mu Xiangwan and Zhan Qing plotted against your wife and me, and I was almost raped by Zhan Qing. If you don't show me off, it's fine, and you still want to call me Let her go, you want to fart."

After a pause, he roared angrily, "Get lost——"

Zhan Nansheng had a bad cold and a fever, and he yelled loudly, but the tone of his voice seemed to want to be coaxed because of grievances.

In fact, because Mu Xizhou rarely saw such a sick Zhan Nansheng, his attitude towards her was much better than usual.

He sat down on the sofa opposite Zhan Nansheng, and replied quietly:

"There is one thing, I have to confess to you, I have never had a ligation operation."

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"So, you let Wanwan go this time. You can ask me to accompany you to give birth to a son whenever you want, until you are pregnant with the heir of the Zhan family, huh?"

No matter how Zhan Nansheng heard this, something was wrong.

For things like giving birth, he is the one who is obviously happy, and she is the one who suffers. How did she become that heinous person when it came to this dog man's mouth?

Zhan Nansheng was so angry that she didn't want to move her mouth, she wanted to hit someone.

But her headache was so severe that she was too lazy to move.

She neither spoke nor moved, and the conversation fell into a stalemate.

Mu Xizhou looked at her hair scattered on her shoulders that hadn't had time to dry, and was silent for a while, then got up and found a hair dryer.

He plugged in the blower he found and handed it to Zhan Nansheng, but Zhan Nansheng didn't even give him a look.

Mu Xizhou looked at her silently for a while, then sat down directly beside her, pressed her head on his lap, and then turned on the warm air to dry her hair.

I don't know if it's because the warm air from the hair dryer is too comfortable, or because Zhan Nansheng is really uncomfortable and too lazy to argue with Mu Xizhou,
She was obedient and obedient, like a cat whose claws had been pulled out, letting Mu Xizhou dry her hair.

Her body was scorching hot, especially when the hot air from her nose reached his thigh.

Because of such heat, Mu Xizhou's eyes could darken and drip water in an instant.

He lowered his head slightly to cover the dark rolling eyes, his voice was unrestrained hoarse, "You have a severe fever, you have to go to the hospital."

Zhan Nansheng's scalp was feeling comfortable after being dried by the hair dryer, but Mu Xizhou's sudden words made him lose his interest in enjoying it all at once.
"No, I don't want to go to the hospital, I'm afraid of injections."

Mu Xizhou felt that her hair was almost dry, so after turning off the hair dryer, she said softly, "If you don't want an injection, see the doctor and prescribe some medicine."

"Uncle Wu has been here. He prescribed me medicine to soak in the bath and sweat, and also prescribed a medicated diet. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Xu felt that it was very comfortable to lie on his stomach like this, so Zhan Nansheng took off his shoes and put a pair of white and tender feet on the sofa.

Her voice was faint, and she couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had, it seemed like compromise or something else,
"Mu Xizhou, you should send Mu Xiangwan out of the country... If you send her out of the country, I will withdraw the lawsuit."

Mu Xizhou didn't speak, but his eyes fell on Zhan Nansheng's two gleaming white feet.

Or is it that she is possessed by Daji among the witches of the century?

Just a pair of little feet is enough to make people's blood churn.

Her skin is fair, and her feet are smaller than the average person's. Every toe is tender as if covered with a layer of jade color. Even the toenails are pink and tender. I don't know if it is at this time. In a good mood, her two little feet dangled slightly in the air.

There were flames hidden in his eyes.

Mu Xizhou's deep pupils gradually narrowed. When he was forced to look away from those feet,
Zhan Nansheng felt his feet were cold, and suddenly lifted his head from Mu Xizhou's lap. After turning around, he stretched those icy little feet to Mu Xizhou's heart, and squeezed his chest With two feet, he said dissatisfied:

"Are you out of breath? Talk to you."

Mu Xizhou's breathing became disordered.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the little feet that were still rubbing against his heart, reached out his hands to hold both her feet in the palm of his hand, then opened the shirt, and put all her feet on the heart. Above the lower abdomen.

Zhan Nansheng's feet were really cold, so when the man's temperature continued to flow from her feet, she instinctively let out a comfortable humming sound.

It was this soft hum that ignited the evil fire that Mu Xizhou had been suppressing.

He picked up Zhan Nansheng from the sofa, then carried her back to the bedroom in three steps and two steps.

Before Zhan Nansheng could react, when he had a sudden seizure, Mu Xizhou threw her whole body onto her custom-made big bed, followed by a turbulent rush of men.

All of Zhan Nansheng's breaths and voices were drowned in his throat at once,

She widened her eyes in disbelief, looking at the man in front of her who was bullying her like a mad cow.

There is a voice in my heart that keeps shouting——

Mu Xizhou, is he crazy?

How could he do this to her?
She is still sick!
She was sick, dizzy and weak, how dare he?
How dare he do this to her?
Zhan Nansheng tried to push Mu Xizhou with her hands, but her strength was like hitting a stone with a pebble in front of Mu Xizhou, who was full of evil thoughts.

Zhan Nansheng was really uncomfortable. She had a stuffy nose and couldn't breathe, so she could only open her mouth, but it was more convenient for Mu Xizhou to do whatever she wanted...

She was soon blushing due to lack of oxygen, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes also had a layer of misty water vapor, looking at Mu Xizhou who stopped at this time with red circles.

Her eyes were red, and Mu Xizhou's were even redder.

The former is because of anger and grievance, and the latter is because of the most primitive greed.

In one day, Mu Xizhou saw her eyes were wet and red at least three times. Compared with the tears rolling down silently during the day when she was slapped by Zhan Lao, the way she was about to cry or not was the most poignant to his heart.

But, he forbids him to show mercy to her, she is a sinner, he can't!

Mu Xizhou's thick eyes were quickly replaced by another emotion.

The light in his eyes became extremely cold, like the hostility surging from his body.

He half propped up his body, looked coldly at the woman's little face that was still turning from embarrassment to anger, and sarcastically said:

"How can you react like this when you're sick? Zhan Nansheng, did you eat cartilage crisps? You're really an out-and-out witch—" After a pause, he added emphatically, "You're so slutty!"

After the sound fell, Zhan Nansheng slapped him on the cheek without hesitation.

However, the man always moves one step ahead of her, clasping her wrist with incomparable precision.

He locked her two arms tightly, and clasped her chin with one free hand, with a half-smile:
"Why do you have to be so angry? Didn't you use your feet...to tease me first?"