Tool man quit

When getting out of the car, Mu Xin couldn't help gasping when she stepped on the ground.

Why is it getting more and more painful.

Before Shu Cuilin got out of the car, he looked over: "Are you sprained?"

Mu Xin said "ah": "It seems to be a little bit."

He absolutely refused to show the slightest weakness in front of outsiders, and mistakenly recognized the sprained ankle now, and limped and moved to the side twice in an open and honest manner.

Shu Cuilin didn't expose him, and told the driver, Lao Xu: "Go and get a wheelchair."

Old Xu hesitated for a moment: "Boss, aren't those wheelchairs all from you..."

His boss is not only talented in business, he is also quite good at handicrafts. There are more than ten wheelchairs in the family, all of which are made by himself in his spare time.

However, no one is allowed to touch the things in the hands of the boss, so the six sons occasionally tidy up.

Shu Cuilin: "Do you need me to fill out a questionnaire?"

How could Lao Xu dare, he went in a hurry.

Mu Xin hopped on one foot twice, supported the back of Shu Cuilin's wheelchair to stand firm: "Little uncle, you are a bit fierce."

He has a lively personality, seeing that Shu Chuilin cherishes words like gold, he can automatically switch to the chatterbox, so as not to have nothing to say when getting along.

Liuzi pushing the wheelchair: "..."

Why did he think Brother Lin Zi was in a good mood, so he said one more word to Old Xu.

Shu Cuilin glanced at the hand that was unceremoniously resting on his wheelchair. It was thin, white and slender, and it shouldn't be too big to hold it.

I heard that he likes to fight, what can he do with such a fist.

Mu Xin was watched by him, and the other hand pressed on it.

If you are petty, just take it.

When Lao Xu pushed the wheelchair, Mu Xin was shocked. He originally thought that the "those wheelchairs" that Lao Xu said referred to the discarded products that Shu Cuilin had used.

How...too exquisite, like a work of art.

Mu Xin was being pushed by Lao Xu, and next to him was Shu Cuilin who was also in a wheelchair, which made him suddenly have a sense of intimacy as if they were fellow patients.

Touching the classic carvings on the wheelchair, he asked, "Little uncle, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Whether it is by car or wheelchair, he thinks that the treatment is very good, and it is worth a table of good food to reward Su Cuilin who provides these conveniences.

Shu Cuilin looked at him: "No need, you stay in the guest room, and the sixth son will massage your feet with medicinal wine later."

Mu Xin: "It's okay, I can stand, I..."

He raised his leg, and when he met Shu Cuilin's silent gaze, he sat back listlessly: "It hurts a little, but it's not serious, and another day is fine...Then I'll go home first?"

You don't have to do anything, what's the point of living in someone else's house, you haven't gotten used to it yet.

Shu Cuilin: "The foot was injured in my territory, let you go when it is healed."

The six think it's wrong, it's obviously because they saw that Little Cake's foot was injured... But Brother Lin must have his reasons for saying this, so he doesn't expose it.

Lao Xu pushed Mu Xin, and could only see the other party's jet-black hair, and a small piece of white jade-like side face. No one knew the name of Mu's young master who was arrogant and domineering, but looking at it now, he was only a little lively. juvenile.

Bossy...not enough.

But the length is really outstanding, the boss is also 27 this year...

In this way, Mu Xin occupied a guest room in Shu's house.

People say that telling a lie requires countless lies to cover it up, and that's it. He can't change his mouth and say that he sprained his foot before.

What do you mean, it's not good to despise this place?

The six sons prepared medicinal wine for bruises, went up to the second floor and found Shu Cuilin at the stairs.

He doesn't need to push the wheelchair all the time, after all, Shu Cuilin is not unable to stand, besides, the wheelchair is electric, and there are barrier-free passages for wheelchairs to enter and exit everywhere in the house.

He asked, "Brother, are you going to see Master Mu?"

This is a four-story villa, the second floor is the sleeping area, and the room Mu Xin lives in is also on this floor.

Shu Cuilin: "Go cook porridge, I'm hungry."

The six sons clutched the bottle of medicinal wine: "Really? I'll go right away! This... Brother, wait for me for a few minutes, Little Master Mu will be there soon..."

Shu Cuilin stretched out his hand: "I'll go for you."

The sixth son handed over the bottle of medicinal wine: "Okay then, bro, you eat more and eat less, and I cook more?"

Shu Chuilin: "That's your business...seafood porridge."

The six sons were even more amazed, they knew how to order food, his brother was alive, and went downstairs to the kitchen again and again.

in the room,

Mu Xin limped to the bedroom, rolled up her trousers and kicked her feet, then sat on the bed and waited.

Someone knocked on the door and called "Come in". When he saw the person in the wheelchair, he immediately changed his lazy posture leaning against the head of the bed: "Little uncle, why is it you?"

Shu Chuilin: "Sixth son is very busy."

Mu Xin saw the medicinal wine in his hand: "Ah, you brought me the medicinal wine? It's no big deal, I can make it myself, and the sixth son doesn't need to come here specially."

Shu Cuilin controlled the wheelchair to the bedside: "How?"

Mu Xin: "Knead twice, pat once, it will be fine."

His physical weakness is a problem of premature birth, and he has experience in mending it over the years, but he is really inexperienced in physical injuries such as sprained feet.

I haven't been injured, but the crew has seen it, so I rubbed and patted it... probably.

Shu Cuilin unscrewed the medicinal wine and put it on the bedside table, and stretched out his hand: "Come here."

His palms were facing up, his five fingers were long and strong, and it was obvious that he wanted to do it himself.

Mu Xin was surprised for a moment, and backed away: "No need, I'll do it myself, it's not a big deal, little uncle, you are the one who does big things, these trivial things, just forget it."

He really felt that he couldn't do it, he was embarrassed, and it was also because the other party was still in a wheelchair, bullying others, it was absolutely forbidden.

Shu Cuilin's brows moved slightly: "No prospect."

Isn't it worthless? I was bullied for some reason, and if I don't bully back, I just walk around on the street like that, being obedient and cowardly.

He couldn't describe that feeling, and he couldn't get used to it anyway.

Mu Xin: "...What do you mean?"

Shu Chuilin: "How much pain can it have?"

Mu Xin: "...I'm not afraid of pain, I..."

He really wasn't afraid of pain, but the man in front of him had high brows, straight nose, and bottomless black eyes. Looking at him calmly, it seemed that he had reached a conclusion, which made people feel more uncomfortable.

You can't lose face if you lose anything.

My heart stretched out: "Don't think I have too many things, it's you who insist... insist..."

Shu Cuilin glanced at him, and held Mu Xin's calf with downcast eyes. She didn't know whether it was because Mu Xin was too thin or his hands were big, but they were rounded and held securely.

Holding the foot with the other hand, measuring the movement up, down, left, and right: "Talk when it hurts."

At this time, the distance between two people can be close.

Mu Xin who was close could see that when Shu Chuilin lowered his eyebrows and eyes, the bridge of his nose was too high, and there was actually a small cinnabar mole not much bigger than the tip of a needle on the tip of his nose.

This tall and cold man, because of this cinnabar mole, added a bit of indescribable cuteness.

As if feeling something, Shu Cuilin raised his eyes and stared at Mu Xin.

Mu Xin's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly withdrew her gaze from circling around the little mole, and looked back confidently at each other: "What...what's wrong?"