novelraw Chapter 234 - 148. Do you really like me?_2
Chapter 234 - 148. Do you really like me?_2
The gaze passed over the man’s shoulder and landed aimlessly on the night scene outside the glass behind him, the tongue somewhat tied, "...Mu Jin Huan."Mu Jin Huan switched targets, biting her on the chin. This time with much more force, the two rows of teeth marks were very obvious on the fair skin.
He pulled back a little, his deep eyes looking into her confused ones, continuing to ask, "What are you going to call me?"
Nan Wan remained still, staring blankly at him, "Mu...Huan."
Another bite.
"What are you going to call me?"
Nan Wan has quite a temper, but usually keeps it bottled up. Even when she’s angry, she just stops talking to the other person. No one understands this better than Shen Zhimei.
Most of the time, however, she’s rather indifferent, smiling and talking, but there’s a perceptible air of detachment.
But now, even though she was beginning to feel annoyed, she couldn’t muster any temper.
The key point is, not only was she temperless, but she was also being led by the nose.
She blinked, asking softly, "Do you have any other names?"
Entirely looking like a young wife.
Mu Jin Huan looked at her, his dark eyes like a quiet deep pool, but with a glimmer of light at the bottom, no longer endlessly black.
The calloused fingertip caressed the woman’s cherry-red lips, his voice slightly hoarse, suggesting, "Once married, calling by name directly, how is that different from ordinary friends?"
Nan Wan thought for a few seconds, then understood.
She pulled away the man’s mischief-making hand, chuckling softly, "Don’t you also call me by my name directly?"
Mu Jin Huan didn’t speak, simply looked at her like that.
Nan Wan was a bit uneasy under such a gaze.
Feeling speechless, if her hands were free at that moment, she would definitely hold her forehead and lament: President Mu really is accustomed to being overbearing, he even demands a form of address that satisfies him.
She lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, her voice small like a mosquito hum, "...Husband."
Her ears were probably already red beyond belief, she even felt like they were on fire.
She was thankful, thankful that they were in such a setting, the dim light meant he couldn’t see.
Mu Jin Huan heard the satisfactory answer, and between his eyebrows started to spread strands of gentleness, even his gaze carried a hint of a smile.
He raised his hand to rub the woman’s head, retreating to his position, restarting the car, "If I hear you calling me Mr. Mu again, wherever we are, I’ll deal with you."
Nan Wan hummed twice, tidied her hair, which had been tousled by the man, without saying a word.
Mu Jin Huan glanced at her, asked leisurely, "When others make you angry, you still have a bit of temper. Why is it with me, you’re so easy to bully?"
With deep meaning.
It’s still Sheng Boyan’s call.
Nan Wan didn’t plan to answer, "You should buckle your seatbelt."
This isn’t being easy to bully, it’s not playing hardball with a 34-year-old man-child.
Mu Jin Huan drove, voice steady, "If you care about me, help me buckle it. If not, forget it."
See, isn’t this a man-child?
Nan Wan really wanted to jump out of the car.
If that night, Brother Third had buckled his seatbelt, maybe he wouldn’t have been so badly hurt, maybe...he wouldn’t have been in a coma for so long.
She wouldn’t have to lie to Jiashu, and Nan Huaiyu wouldn’t be as rampant as he is now. She couldn’t stand it, yet couldn’t topple him either.
Powerlessness and frustration abound, but none could surpass the...guilt deep in her heart.
Even though Brother Third and Shen Zhimei wouldn’t blame her.
She unbuckled her own seatbelt, said nothing, leaned over with difficulty in that uncomfortable position to help him buckle his seatbelt before sitting back down.
Mu Jin Huan sensed the change in the woman’s emotions, glanced at her with his peripheral vision, noticing her slightly indifferent side face, his dark eyes betraying nothing.
He turned the car towards Zijin Mountain.
His voice was low and magnetic, "Want to make a wish?"
His last visit to the cinema was four years ago on Ji Wanxia’s birthday, not even going a total of ten times in the thirty years before that, and thereafter...never again.
He disliked crowded places, and if it weren’t for her mentioning wanting to go to the cinema, this thought wouldn’t have crossed his mind.
Moreover, the movie was starring the man who occupied her entire girlhood.
Now she didn’t want to go, which suited him fine.
Nan Wan placed the two movie tickets into her bag along with her phone, replied softly, "I’ve never seen a shooting star, if I’m lucky enough to see one, making a wish would be nice."
Mu Jin Huan continued asking, "What wish would you make?"
Nan Wan raised her hand to tuck stray hair behind her ear, her delicate face broke into a soft smile, and even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to brighten with joy.