I had a flash marriage with a rich man

Mu Sitong: "..."

What she said was so funny.

Seeing Mu Ziheng coughing, Mu Sitong thoughtfully wanted to pat his back, but he quickly raised his hand to stop her.

"Just don't talk."

In the words of the taxi driver, if she continues to say it, she will really make them laugh to death.

After the taxi driver finished laughing, he said to Mu Ziheng: "Sir, this girl talks so funny. You will have a lot of fun with her, so think about it."

"That's right, that's right, I don't have much ability, but I still have some ability to make people laugh."

"The main thing is that I am thick-skinned and can speak well."

"Cough cough cough-"

Mu Ziheng, who had just taken another sip of milk, coughed again.

The taxi driver laughed and said, "Girl, stop talking. I will really laugh until my stomach hurts, and I will accidentally rear-end other people's cars."

Mu Sitong curled her lips, "Okay, I won't talk anymore. Brother driver, please play some music."

"Okay, I'll play music for you, please stop talking."

The taxi driver turned on the music.

Mu Sitong leaned on the back of the car seat and listened to the music quietly.

When she was quiet, she felt that her injured hand hurt so much that she couldn't help but gasp. The man next to her asked her, "Does the wound hurt?"

"It hurts. When I was talking, I distracted my attention, so I didn't feel the pain. I stopped talking and was quiet. Suddenly, I felt the wound was particularly painful. It hurt me to death. I usually feel so much pain when I scratch my skin."

Mu Ziheng hummed coldly: "If you try harder, half of your fingers will be lost."

Her wound was a bit deep, and stitches would be better. She didn't want stitches, so he could only pour a lot of hemostatic medicine into her wound and wrap it with gauze. Fortunately, the bleeding was stopped.

"Anyway, it's because of your injuries that you have to take responsibility for me."

Mu Ziheng turned to look out the car window, not wanting to talk to her anymore.

Finally returned to Mu Sitong's small home.

Mu Ziheng reached out to her and asked for the key to the house. She touched her trouser pocket and immediately shouted: "It's over. I was so panicked that I wrapped my injured finger and ran to the hospital. I forgot to take the key."

"You...are such a troublemaker!"

Mu Sitong was extremely embarrassed.

She looked at Mu Ziheng pitifully.

Mu Ziheng took a few deep breaths and asked her, "Should your family give you the key or hire someone to unlock it?"

"Please ask someone to unlock the door. I'm sorry to bother my grandpa. My parents are still in school and have no time."

Mu Ziheng called someone to come and unlock the door.

Anyway, it took him more than two hours from the time he got off work in the evening to actually entering Mu Sitong's small home.

As soon as Mu Sitong entered the house, he rushed into the kitchen and said, "The bones I bought are smelly. It's such a hot weather."

She picked up the bones still soaked in the water with her uninjured hand and smelled them. She found that there was no smell.

He said to Mu Ziheng who walked in: "Doctor Mu, my hand is injured. Please help me clean these bones and make soup. I still want to eat its meat, which hurts me."

Mu Ziheng saw the apron hanging behind the door, turned around and walked behind the door, took off the apron and tied it on, and said coldly: "Go outside, don't squeeze in here, the kitchen is so small, two people are too crowded. "

"I rarely cook in this house. The kitchen is not big enough. The kitchen in my old home is bigger. If you are willing, I can take you home at any time."

Mu Ziheng ignored her.

Mu Changfeng said that their brothers and sisters can cook and are very capable of taking care of themselves. The quality of their cooking skills is another matter. Anyway, the food they cook can only kill people.

Mu Ziheng's cooking skills are decent. When he usually takes a break, he buys and cooks his own food.

It was so late that he didn't even cook the rice, so he washed some vegetables and put all the other ingredients back in the refrigerator. When the bone soup was ready, he put noodles and vegetables into the soup and cooked two large bowls of noodles. Consider it a dinner for two.

Mu Sitong was probably not hungry either. She ate a lot of bread in the car.

"It's time to eat noodles."

Mu Ziheng came out of the kitchen with two large bowls of bone soup noodles and greeted the woman lying on the sofa.

"Want to eat noodles?"

Mu Sitong sat up from the sofa and asked as he walked over.

Mu Ziheng had already sat down, and he said coldly: "It's too late. I'm too lazy to waste time cooking, so I boiled the noodles with bone soup and added a handful of green vegetables."

"Ziheng, I'm sorry, I made you hungry."

Mu Sitong apologized.

She originally wanted to make soup and give it to him to drink so that he could replenish his health.

Who would have thought that he would be injured, which would prevent him from being able to eat noodles until now.

"We should have eaten at a restaurant near the hospital and then come back."

Mu Sitong felt that she had not thought carefully enough. She only wanted to return Mu Zihenglai to her home.

Although he drank a bottle of milk in the car, Mu Ziheng was still very hungry and just ate noodles without saying a word.

Mu Sitong wasn't very hungry, so she just sat there, watching him eat, with a smile on her lips.

Mu Ziheng finished the noodles quickly.

He picked up the bowl and stood up and went back to the kitchen, filled a bowl of soup and took it out. This time he ate it without any hurry. He finished a large bowl of noodles and was about seventy full.

"Why don't you eat? Do you think the noodles I cooked are not delicious?"

"My right hand is injured and I can't use chopsticks with my left hand."

Mu Ziheng: "..."

Is this, asking him to feed her?

"When the noodles are not so hot, eat slowly with your left hand. You will not starve to death even if you ate bread in the car anyway. Use chopsticks with your left hand and eat as much as you can."

Mu Ziheng did not feed Mu Sitong noodles. After he finished the bowl of soup, he went into the kitchen again.

This time it's the dishes.

A few minutes later, he came out of the kitchen and said to Mu Sitong, "Be careful not to touch the wound with cold water. I'm going back."

"Doctor Mu, my left hand is not flexible enough and I can't use chopsticks, so I can't eat noodles."

"Then just grab it with your hands and eat it."

Mu Sitong: "..."

"Oh, by the way, Doctor Mu, I will pay you back the money I owe you on WeChat. What is your WeChat ID? Should I add you or should you add me?"

"For you, I only accept cash."

"I'm out of cash."

"Then owe it first."

Mu Ziheng said as he walked towards the door of the house.

No matter how much Mu Sitong tried to persuade him to stay, he still couldn't.

Standing at the door of the house and looking at the direction in which Mu Ziheng disappeared, Mu Sitong said to himself: "You are a stone, and I am water. Water drops penetrate stone. Sooner or later, I will catch you."

After a while, Mu Sitong turned around and returned to the house.

At this time, her cell phone rang.

It was her grandpa calling.

"Grandpa, I won't go back to live tonight."

Her hand was injured. She couldn't go back to the Golden Phoenix Villa until the hand injury healed. If her grandpa saw her, he would be heartbroken.

Grandpa loves her the most.

"I have to chase my husband until midnight again."

Grandpa Mu asked his granddaughter funnyly.