The rich and powerful

Chapter 50 I Don't Have to Be Together 6
His nose is crooked in anger. You can imagine how Cheng Yan would make fun of him if that guy came in a while!
Later, Cheng Yan came, and she walked over to change his dressing, while Cheng Yan said, "Mu Shen, the gauze on your mouth is so unique, which nurse is so artistic."

As expected, Lin Muchen's face darkened, and he stared at Song Yan with an expression of wanting to strangle her to death.

Cheng Yan saw it and basically understood it, so he said cheaply, "Hey, does this nurse don't know who you are? If you let outsiders know about the dignified President Lin, you will be tossed here, no I know how I feel, it's not President Lin, do you always have a crush on this nurse sister, or, tell me, in your capacity, who made you feel like this, you didn't get angry early, but seeing how old you are now This look of enjoyment, the look of Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai in embarrassment, I see, you are getting a good thing."

Song Yan pursed his lips, flipping through his files and not speaking.

Lin Muchen glared at Cheng Yuyan fiercely, and Cheng Yanyan liked to talk even more.

"Hey, who is this nurse lady? Tell me your name, and I'll pay a visit. It seems that she will be a powerful tool to cure Lin Mushen in the future."

Song Yan couldn't help it, bowed his head and said, "Mr. Cheng... this is because Mr. Lin made a cut on his mouth, so he had to do it like this..."

Cheng Yan said deliberately, "Oh, what do you mean, this is your masterpiece... I'm really blind..."

Lin Muchen wanted to pinch him now!

But the more he talked, the more he became addicted, "Hey, Nurse Song, this is very creative. It seems that your technique is very good. Don't let other nurses touch Lin Muchen in the future. Let's see him take medicine every day. It’s like killing a pig, you’ll be here in the future, so if you accidentally use the wrong knife and cut off his dick, he’ll probably offer it with both hands with a smile on his face!”

Song Yan's face flushed slightly.

Lin Mu glared at him, "Have you said enough?"

Cheng Yan said, "Hey, don't believe me, they say that eyebrows and hair don't grow well, and the new ones that grow back after shaving must be better than before. very powerful!"

"Pfft..." Song Yan had black lines on his face.

"Fuck you." Lin Muchen grabbed the pillow on one side and threw it over first, "Get out, get out!"

"Hey, what are you doing, do it, you..."

"I told you to get lost, did you hear me?" Next, there was a pen holder and a roll of paper on the table.

"Hey, this one is made of wood, it will hurt if you hit someone!" Cheng Yan shouted, getting up to avoid it.

"Get out of here! Get out as far as you can!" Next, there are scissors for cutting bandages on the table...

"Wow, Lin Muchen, you really want to murder, don't you..."

When Cheng Yan ran out, Song Yancai was there, and burst out laughing.

The sun was shining outside, and the faint smile on her face was like a sunflower blooming on the window sill...

Lin Muchen turned his head and looked at her smile, feeling lost for a moment.

It seemed that since meeting again, it was the first time for him to see her smile like this.

As if realizing that he was looking at her, she lowered her head again, walked over, and picked up the things he threw all over the floor, "Why did you make such a mess?" She squatted on the ground and murmured.

But I heard him calling her softly from above her head, "Come here."

She raised her head and looked at him suspiciously, "Why?"

He said, "Let you come here."

She paused, but still walked over.

He took her arm with his still intact hand, and pulled her into his arms.

She froze for a moment, then moved, "Why..."

He said nothing, she said softly, "What the hell...what are you doing..."

He still smelled of potion, and the soft hospital gown, with a light blue check, was worn casually on him.

She wanted to move, so he hugged her tighter, and then said awkwardly, "Um...don't move..."

She lowered her head, red clouds were flying on her face, "The nurse will come for an injection in a while..."

He hugged her and took a deep breath, "Well, it's okay, just say I'm keeping warm..."

"Hey you..."

She twisted his chest, originally intending to pinch him not to talk nonsense.

However, he suddenly lowered his head, "Where are you pinching..."

She froze for a moment, and felt that there was a bulge in his chest, and only then did she realize where she had pinched, her face blushed, and she quickly lowered her head to hide her embarrassment, "I...you are a man, and there, it's just a display..."

Suddenly, he lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance in her hair, "Don't you know that even if it's a decoration, there is a feeling there..." He pressed against her red earlobe, and purposely exhaled warm air softly, "Compared with yours, the size is different, but the feeling is the same..."

This, this is definitely teasing...

"Forest…"

As he said that, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned over, and pressed her under him, looking at her rosy cheeks, these days, she seemed to have gained a bit of weight, and the thin one had turned into a line There is some flesh in the cheeks.

He couldn't help but want to kiss her lips.

So, he took it seriously and kissed it.

Her lips were still so soft, like a sweet pudding, so soft that people wanted to swallow it in one bite.

Her taste is still so immature, she doesn't look like a woman who has been married for many years.

His big hand penetrated her clothes, and he couldn't help but reach down.

However, she felt that she was groaning, her hands were clutching his skirt uncomfortably, her body was trembling slightly...

Suddenly, she felt his body pause, and then he raised his head and hugged her.

Just like that, he stopped the desire-desire that had almost been lifted just now, and held her in his arms, and he looked at her slightly.

She lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

He smiled and nodded her nose, "Go, get ready to eat."

As if she was pardoned, she hurriedly said, "Well, what's for dinner, bone soup, or bean sprout porridge..."

He frowned deeply, "Can it be either bone soup or bean sprout porridge?"

She thought for a while, "Um, that preserved egg porridge..."

"Could it be porridge..."

"Then, bone bean sprout soup..."

"Song Yan!"

"Lin Muchen, you are a patient."

(End of this chapter)