The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 3182 He moved here specially to kill himself!

   "Hey, take it easy, this is a head, not a wig." Xia Jiu gasped in pain.

   "Sorry." It was rare for Shen Muhan to apologize.

Xia Jiu's hair is long and abundant, like seaweed, and it's a natural maroon color, not dyed. It's a natural and beautiful maroon color, very generous, and it's lazily curled, which is beautiful for her. The face adds a bit of a lazy aura.

   Shen Muhan's fingers landed on her hair, holding this handful of blue silk.

   This time, Chen Qi did a good job, reminding him to take care of Xia Jiu, and if anyone else saw this scene, Shen Muhan might goug out that person's eyes.

  Although Xia Jiu was a little troublesome, a little noisy, a little squeamish, and sometimes a little inexplicable, but for the beautiful scene in front of him, Shen Muhan felt that he could still endure it.

   "Can you lighten it?" Xia Jiu cried, feeling that Shen Muhan was about to scratch her scalp off.

   Originally, she was worried that in an ambiguous place like the bathroom, Shen Muhan would not be able to hold back and do things like that.

   But she's not at all worried now that he thinks that way about herself.

   He moved here specifically to kill himself!

   This is where the hair wash is, this is to expose her scalp, Xia Jiu seems to feel that her hair must be falling out one by one.

  Xia Jiu is not being cared for, but being tortured.

  After washing her hair like this, it didn't get much better when blowing her hair. Shen Muhan's palms were very broad and powerful, and there were thick calluses on the pulp of her fingers.

   "It hurts, it hurts..." Xia Jiu protected her hair.

   "Lighten, lighten..." She tilted her head and pouted in dissatisfaction.

   "His..." She felt that the blower had settled at a point, making her scalp hot, "Slow down!"

  Shen Muhan's eyes became darker and darker, the soft and soft words in her mouth were like those back then...

   The ink in his eyes is like a prelude to the coming of a storm, constantly surging.

   It's just that she has injured her hand now, and Shen Muhan has no way of dealing with her.

  If Xia Jiu knew what Shen Muhan was thinking at this moment, she would definitely even have the heart to kill him.

  Xia Jiu was finally tidy up, and lay on the head of the bed feebly, not wanting to say a word.

   Shen Muhan took the medicine and wiped the bruises on her neck and wrists.

   Her skin is very white, so the injured area is particularly serious, and it looks a little shocking.

  Shen Muhan never knew that the girl's skin couldn't bear the tossing, so after touching it for about 7.5 seconds, such a bruise appeared.

  Why is she so delicate?

  Xia Jiu closed her eyes, aggrievedly turned her face into her long hair, and her eyes were a little red.

   Shen Muhan's eyes were full of ink, staring at her red lips, as if exploring her emotions, but couldn't find the slightest clue.

She didn't seem to be in a good mood, but Shen Muhan had already done what she should have done. Usually, if he was injured, it would be nothing more than asking others to take care of him. He didn't even need others to help him bathe and wash his hair. He did almost everything. be able to do it yourself.

   And he has already done everything for her, why does she still look unhappy?

   "Does the wound really hurt that much?" Shen Muhan put down the medicine and asked.

   "Well," Xia Jiu responded lazily. Actually, it's not so painful anymore, but she always felt pain everywhere.

   is not satisfactory anywhere.

   "Then go to sleep, it won't hurt when you fall asleep." Shen Muhan threw the quilt to her.

The quilt hit her on the head, and Xia Jiu's tears fell again, "Shen Muhan, are you going to kill me? You can either slap me to death, or I will be left in pieces. I'm tortured to pieces. Either you just pack up and go out, don't stay here to torture me, I'm suffering enough, my hands hurt, my head hurts, my stomach hurts and I'm hungry, I haven't eaten anything for a day, A few more injuries..."

Xia Jiu has never been a squeamish woman. The last time she cried so fiercely was when her parents died in a car accident, but today, for some unknown reason, she felt that she had been wronged too much, little by little, zero. It accumulates in bits and pieces, and then expands infinitely little by little.

   Some are related to him, some are not related to him, but after accumulating, all of them become related to him.

   "Pain? Hungry?"

  The pain is understandable for Shen Muhan, after all, she has seen her frailty, but she is hungry, doesn't she say she has no appetite?

  Xia Jiu's face was hidden in her hair, she didn't want to pay attention to Shen Muhan anymore.

   "Xia Jiu?" Shen Muhan's voice was deep and low, calling her by name.

   "Go away! Don't stand here! I've had enough of you!" Xia Jiu smashed the pillow over.

   Shen Muhan picked up the pillow and threw it back on the bed, then walked out with his long legs.

  Xia Jiu heard the sound of the door closing, and the room suddenly became empty, and her heart was also empty.

   It's all because of Shen Muhan, she's clearly in a good state of mind and has not changed in any way, but every time she sees him, she'll be suffocated by him.

   I can't say it, I can't beat him, I can't compare to him in terms of shamelessness, I deserve to be beaten.

  Xia Jiu was so tired, she lay on the pillow and closed her eyes in a daze.

   After a while, the smell of food came from the tip of her nose. She barely opened her beautiful eyes. The man in front of her still had a cold face, but he held a bowl of tomato and egg noodles in his hand, and a golden poached omelette lay on his face.

   Didn't he leave? Why are you back?

  Shen Muhan sat down, his knuckled fingers held the chopsticks, and he picked a face and fed it to her lips, "Didn't you say you're hungry? Eat when you're hungry."

   "No. I don't like noodles." Xia Jiu snortedly refused.

   "Xia Jiu!" The man's eyes rolled with ink, "My patience is limited. What do I do, what do you eat."

   "I already said that I don't like noodles... um..." The man lost his patience and stuffed a chopstick of noodles into Xia Jiu's mouth.

  Xia Jiu was forced to take a bite, as if it tasted pretty good... She herself doesn't like noodles very much, but this one cooked by Shen Muhan was light and refreshing, which just fit her appetite.

  I didn't expect that there are also delicious types of noodles. It seems that Shen Muhan's cooking skills are not bad.

   Seeing that Xia Jiu no longer refused, Shen Muhan picked her face and fed her mouth by mouth.

  Xia Jiu couldn't help but asked curiously, "How can a young master like you know how to cook? Not to mention young masters from other families, even a big man like my dad doesn't like to cook."

   "Starving to death and cooking, you have to choose the same." Shen Muhan's tone was light.

   (end of this chapter)