novelraw Chapter 329 - 177. Wanwan, flirt and then run away, do you know how bad that is? _2
Chapter 329 - 177. Wanwan, flirt and then run away, do you know how bad that is? _2
Then she lightened her footsteps and walked to the sofa in the living room, leaned over, her lips slightly curved upward, and her gaze gentle, "President Mu, are you really asleep or just pretending?"The weariness in his eyes was even more intense than when he entered, how long has it been since he slept well...
When she approached, Mu Jin Huan was already awake. The faint scent of lilies lingered at the tip of his nose, making him feel comfortable.
He opened his lightly closed dark eyes, gazing at the clean little face in front of him, with a barely discernible smile forming, his voice deep and hoarse, "Pretending."
When he said this, Nan Wan didn’t probe further, her eyebrows and eyes gentle and peaceful, not hiding any of her coldness, "Let’s eat, it’s not good for your stomach when it gets cold."
Mu Jin Huan watched the woman’s back, slightly curled his lips, and slowly stood up.
He drank half a cup of tea before starting to use his chopsticks. Both of them didn’t eat much and didn’t talk. The apartment was very quiet, but not in a way that made it awkward.
Nan Wan didn’t have much appetite. When she saw him put down his chopsticks, she prepared to clear the table but saw the man’s tightly furrowed brows when she looked up.
"Is it hurting badly?"
Mu Jin Huan stood up, walked to the living room to pick up his coat and tie, "It’s fine, you go to bed early. I’ll drive back to North Shore Villa."
As he spoke, the veins on the back of his hand faintly bulged, and fine sweat was seeping from his forehead, but his complexion remained calm, his tone without any fluctuations.
In this situation, no matter what Nan Wan couldn’t feel assured with him driving, she closed her eyes, "You go lie down in the room for a while, I’ll go to the drugstore to buy medicine."
He really is amazing...
Clearly knowing what she would fall for, beautifully playing both sides, it’s hard to distinguish between real and fake, but admittedly, it works well.
He took his coat, changed his shoes, then left.
The security door was closed, Mu Jin Huan stood in the living room, under the orange light, a smile slowly formed on his chiseled features.
...
The drugstore wasn’t far. It was just a turn away from the apartment building. Nan Wan bought the stomach medicine and gave Shen Zhimei a call while walking.
However, the other party hung up arrogantly and even sent her a message: Mo Yi has come over, your call is really affecting our sisterhood.
Nan Wan really wanted to reply with a "haha."
When she got home, no one was in the living room, but the man’s suit coat was still on the sofa and the car keys were there too.
She went to the kitchen, poured a cup of hot water, took another empty cup, adjusted the water temperature, and walked into the bedroom with the medicine.
Mu Jin Huan wasn’t lying on the bed but was sitting in a chair flipping through her old photo album. Calling it an album, there were actually very few photos inside.
Only about ten photos, mostly graduation photos, from kindergarten years, through awkward adolescence, to the gentle and quiet bachelor’s attire.
Covering all the time he missed.
Nan Wan saw what he was looking at but didn’t care much, she handed over the glass of water and the pills, "Take the medicine first."
She said, "First."
Mu Jin Huan closed the album, placed it back where it was, took the pills, and swallowed them with the warm water.
Looking at her, "And then?"
"And then take a shower," Nan Wan smiled, pointing at the man’s suit, "Do you plan to sleep like this?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan slowly curled his lips, his dark eyes full of interest, "Aren’t you thinking of divorcing me? Why keep me here then?"
It had a feeling of getting off cheap and acting smug.
Those eyes, as deep as an abyss, had a magic that could captivate one’s soul, as if staring for an extra second would lead one to fall into them. Nan Wan naturally shifted her gaze, "Suit yourself."
She almost fled in embarrassment.
The door was slammed shut, Mu Jin Huan watched for a moment, then let out a low laugh.
There were still pajamas he left here before in the wardrobe. He casually grabbed a set and went into the bathroom.
When Nan Wan was washing dishes in the kitchen, the sound of splashing water came to her ears, and her hands paused for a long time.
She knew it shouldn’t be this way. The softer she felt, the harder it became to divorce him. But the most magical thing about emotions is that they are beyond control. The more she wanted to push him away, the more she couldn’t bear to.
...
There were two rooms in the bedroom, with each holding one person.
In the middle of the night, Nan Wan suddenly woke up, felt for her phone under the pillow, and looked at the time: 1:27.
She scratched her hair, lifted the covers and got out of bed. Without turning off the light, she could just go out.
She tiptoed to the adjacent bedroom, and when opening the door, there was not a sound. The switch for the wall lamp was by the door, pressing it, the light was dim but sufficient.
The man lying on the bed was breathing steadily.
He probably doesn’t hurt anymore...
Maybe two minutes, maybe five passed, Nan Wan just looked at him, her feet felt a bit numb.