Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 336 - 179. So eager, can’t wait to go back and warm the bed for the man? _3

If not spoken seriously, Nan Bi Niu probably wouldn’t come over.Huo Yihan shrugged fearlessly, "What are you afraid of? At that time, just say it was instructed by Mu Huan."

After thinking it over, Shen Zhimei found it quite reasonable, and instantly felt no psychological burden, "I’ll go upstairs first, and lay low."

In fact, she didn’t want to leave Third Brother’s ward for even a minute, hoping that when Third Brother woke up, he would see her.

After Shen Zhimei went upstairs, Huo Yihan was also ready to leave. At the corner, he encountered Liu An, who had just completed the hospitalization procedures and was about to head to the ward.

President Mu was involved in a car accident, although his injuries were not severe, he didn’t dare to tell President Mu that his wife had been taken away by Nan Huaiyu.

"President Huo, did you find Madam?"

Huo Yihan tossed the car key in his hand, giving him a sidelong glance, "Is there anyone in Qing City whom I can’t find?"

Hearing this, Liu An breathed a sigh of relief and flattered in a sycophantic manner, "Yes, yes, yes, who in Qing City would dare offend President Huo? You go ahead, I’ll check on President Mu first."

"Stop," Huo Yihan narrowed his eyes, "Is he without a wife or has his wife run away with someone that requires your service?"

Liu An instantly got it.

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If it really was a matter of life and death, Mu Jin Huan should be in the operation room now, not in the ward. Nan Wan wasn’t clear-headed at this moment and didn’t think this far.

When Nan Wan pushed open the door, Mu Jin Huan was wearing hospital clothes, leaning against the bedhead, checking a message from Huo Yihan sent half an hour earlier.

Upon hearing the noise, thinking it was Liu An returning, he merely said indifferently, "You can leave work now. Tomorrow, have Secretary Tang bring the documents that need signing to the hospital."

Was it fatigue, or the pain from the wounds, that made his voice sound huskier than usual.

Nan Wan stood at the doorway, staring blankly at the man on the hospital bed, finding it difficult to process for a moment.

Shen Zhimei said: life and death unknown.

Huo Yihan said: not dead yet, still breathing.

She really believed those two tricksters!

With anger, self-mockery, and fury, but more than anything else, there was... relief.

On the way, her mind was circling around one thought: if something happened to him, what would she do...

Receiving no response, Mu Jin Huan frowned, lifted his head, and what enteed his sight was not Liu An.

Didn’t he say not to tell her, did Liu An just take his words as mere wind in his ear?

Nan Wan hid all her emotions, fingers clutching the bag strap slowly relaxed, "You lied to me?"

The phone screen was still lit, and the message from Huo Yihan had already explained everything. After two seconds of reaction, Mu Jin Huan calmly locked the screen, "I haven’t seen you for a week, what can I lie to you about?"

He got to the message late, no matter how excellent his acting was, he couldn’t retrieve what was lost.

Could only play tai chi.

"Oh, then I got it wrong," Nan Wan’s face showed no change of expression, she turned around, preparing to leave, "You rest, I’ll head back."

All worries and fears were no match for his safety.

"I haven’t had dinner yet, you’re just going to leave like that?" Mu Jin Huan watched her back, eyebrows relaxed, and uttered three words slowly, "In-grate-ful."

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s feet felt glued to the floor, unable to take a step.

Although he looked fine, since he was lying on the hospital bed, it wasn’t just superficial injuries.

Where was Liu An?

Where was Secretary Tang?

Nan Wan closed her eyes, having lost to him for the countless time, with just a single sentence, the heart she had just hardened softened again.

In the end, she didn’t really want to leave. If she truly didn’t care, tying her here wouldn’t have any purpose.

Turning around, she slowly walked over to the bedside, pursed her lips, and asked softly, "Where have you been?"

This soft and gentle concern was the real her.

Mu Jin Huan really wanted to hug her, but his injuries didn’t allow it, so he put down his phone, and held her cold hand.

With gentle eyes full of affection, he didn’t answer her question but instead comforted, "Don’t be afraid, I’m fine. Just a minor injury."

Since receiving Shen Zhimei’s call, Nan Wan had been somewhat dazed, feeling helpless towards Nan Huaiyu, disgust and loathe towards Su Zhengyu, and including all the worry and fear along the way.

All emotions burst out at this moment.

His warmth passed to her through skin contact, suddenly making her want to cry, her nose tingling, afraid that a single more glance at him would cause tears to overflow.

So she lowered her head, emotions surging within, but she only said, "What do you want to eat, I’ll go buy it."