The love of the spicy female soldier is a last resort

Tonight's night is very quiet; tonight's moon is very round.Mi Lan's mood is very complicated.Not angry, not happy, but feeling very warm and soft at the moment.She almost forgot this feeling and relied on Tang Muyang's feeling.There is such a person, you don't need to say anything, he is there, and you can't drive him away even if you want to.Take care of you when you are hurt.When thirsty, pass a glass of water.Hungry, send a bowl of warm porridge.

He said he came to be her cook.Knows everything, but doesn't say anything.

He said, no matter how busy you are, it is not as important as you.Obviously I heard him talk about it often in the past, but it was not as pleasant as it is now.

He said, you have to listen to me these two days.He was the one who listened to her all along, did his aura become weaker due to injury?Maybe that's true, otherwise how could I agree with Tang Muyang to stay!

That person is currently sleeping in the living room downstairs with a quilt in his arms. He is used to sleeping on high beds with warm pillows. He must not be able to sleep well tonight!

Throughout the whole night, Tang Muyang's shadow hovered in Mi Lan's mind, and it seemed good to have him around.Indeed, I am slowly accepting him, sooner or later I have to get used to it, don't I?

After sleeping until she woke up naturally, when Mi Lan got dressed and went downstairs, she wanted to ask Tang Muyang if he slept well last night.But there is no Tang Muyang here, there is no one in the living room, no one in the kitchen, where did he go this early in the morning?

"Tang Muyang——Tang Muyang——" Mi Lan called Tang Muyang's name to the empty house, and she couldn't hear the familiar response, feeling a little lost in her heart.Could it be that a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he went back, didn't he also hope that he would not stay here?Now that the person is gone, isn't it just as I want?

I went to the kitchen and wanted to make breakfast for myself, but found that there was no bread in the refrigerator.Tang Muyang always said that she doesn't know how to take care of herself, and she really does. She doesn't know how to cook or make soup... I remember reading a sentence in a book before, if you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his heart Stomach.What does Tang Muyang like about her? She couldn't grasp his stomach, she wasn't gentle enough, and she didn't bother to think about how to keep his heart. She even talked about being a qualified wife...

When Tang Muyang came back with big and small bags of food, he saw Mi Lan standing in the kitchen in a daze.

"Milan, why are you standing in the kitchen?" Tang Muyang put down his things and said, "The injury hasn't healed yet, why don't you get more sleep? Are you hungry? Look, I brought you your favorite porridge with preserved egg and lean meat Come on, sit down and eat together." Tang Muyang took out the packaged porridge from the bag and put it on the dining table, it was still hot and steaming.

Mi Lan looked at the busy Tang Muyang, and listened to his rambling voice, a gleam of joy flashed in her lost eyes, but she couldn't help blurting out the words of reprimand and order: "Tang Muyang, tell me when you go out later!" She didn't allow Tang Muyang In her territory, come and go whenever you want, without even saying hello.

Seeing that Mi Lan was angry, Tang Muyang walked over cheerfully, held Mi Lan's hand, and jokingly said, "I didn't see me so early in the morning, did you miss me?" Originally, he wanted to tell Mi Lan before going out. Yes, but it was too early and I was afraid of disturbing her rest, so I didn't say anything.

Looking at the dark circles on Tang Muyang's face, she didn't sleep well last night and went shopping early in the morning, Mi Lan suddenly felt distressed. "Who misses you, don't put gold on your face, I wish you would go away!" Feigning anger, he shook off his hand, and sat down at the dining table to drink porridge.

"I'm gone, and you won't have a cook."

"You chef, besides making porridge for me, you can also buy porridge. I can do it by myself." Mi Lan pointed to the porridge in front of her, and said indifferently, but the smile on the corner of her mouth revealed that she was in a good mood.

"I can also cook soup and noodles. You can't do that, can you? Hehe, look, I have bought everything. Shall we have soup at noon or noodles?" I bought a lot of things, enough for them to eat for two days up.

"Aren't you a chef? You decide."

"Then...cough cough..." Tang Muyang coughed suddenly.

"Tang Muyang, I've got a cold." Mi Lan put down her chopsticks, patted his back and asked worriedly. It's just the beginning of autumn, and the night is as cold as water. I'm afraid she caught a cold last night. "I asked you to go back to live last night, but you didn't listen."

"Milan, I'm fine, I'm fine!" Tang Muyang held back his cough, shook his head and smiled, "Then let's have soup at noon."

The doctor told Mi Lan not to eat spicy food, and the noodles were not as spicy as chili, so she definitely couldn't eat them.

After Mi Lan finished her breakfast, Tang Muyang handed over the prepared pills and boiled water. Mi Lan glanced at Tang Muyang, took the medicine and took it without saying a word.But then Tang Muyang took the medicine box, as if he wanted to change the dressing for her wound.Now, Mi Lan is not calm anymore.

"Tang Muyang, put it down, I'll do it myself." Mi Lan's eyes were wary, not wanting Tang Muyang to see the wound on her body.

"The injury is on your back, how do you apply the medicine yourself? If it can't be done well, what if the wound opens again?" Tang Muyang said worriedly, with no intention of giving in in his tone.

"My own wounds are handled by myself, I know how to measure." Mi Lan frowned slightly, knowing that Lao Tang was worried about her in her heart, her tone could not help but slow down, "Tang Muyang, let me do it myself."

Tang Muyang looked at Mi Lan and sighed in his heart. After all these years, she was still so stubborn, "Mi Lan, what are you afraid of?"

"Who said I was scared?"

"Then why don't you let me change your medicine?"

"That's..." Mi Lan's eyes dodged, and she didn't know what to say for a while.That's right, she was afraid, she was afraid that Tang Muyang would see her injuries.

"What is that? I haven't seen any of your injuries? Mi Lan, don't reject me. I just want to be by your side and take good care of you. You are hungry, and I will make soup for you. If you are injured, I will Apply medicine to you. There is only these things I can do for you, so Mi Lan, let me help you, okay?" Tang Muyang's words were sincere.

"Tang Muyang..." Mi Lan called softly, looking at Lao Tang's earnest eyes, she felt distressed and worried, and her heart couldn't help but shake.

After all, Mi Lan didn't say anything, she just turned around silently and took off the clothes on her left shoulder.Tang Muyang held his breath, and began to carefully untie the bandage, a hideous wound appeared in front of Tang Muyang's eyes.The wound was red and swollen, and the stitched place was like a crooked centipede sticking to Mi Lan's back.How painful it must be to stab this knife!Tang Muyang didn't dare to imagine the scene at that time, but the panic in his heart spread little by little, and even the hand that applied the medicine began to tremble slightly.

"Tang Muyang, is it... ugly?" Mi Lan asked hesitantly.

"No...no, the doctor treated the wound very well." He replied with a hoarse voice.

"...You, are you crying?"

"No, don't guess. Hold on, I'm starting to take medicine."

Tang Muyang gently applied the medicine on the wound, and when his fingertips touched the wound, Mi Lan couldn't help clenching her fists, and the sting from the wound pierced her skin like a knife.Sensing Tang Muyang's nervousness, Mi Lan couldn't help threatening: "Tang Muyang, if you take the medicine so slowly, I'll come by myself."

"Don't move, don't move, it'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon!" Although Tang Muyang said so, he still applied the medicine carefully, and didn't wrap it up with clean gauze until he had coated the wound completely.In other words, Tang Muyang's dressing skills are really good, comparable to the nurses in the hospital.

When Mi Lan put on her clothes, she turned around and saw Tang Muyang's eyes were slightly red and his face was serious, she couldn't help but feel troubled, she shouldn't have agreed to let Tang Muyang apply the medicine for her.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Muyang held Mi Lan's hand, his voice still hoarse.

Mi Lan shook her head, trying to appease the person in front of her, so she joked with a smile: "Tang Muyang, I think you are not only here to be a chef, but also a part-time nurse."

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