novelraw Chapter 342 - 181. Nan Ze woke up from a nap and found out that his sister got married. Should he be angry? Or should he be angry? _3
Chapter 342 - 181. Nan Ze woke up from a nap and found out that his sister got married. Should he be angry? Or should he be angry? _3
The injury from Mu Jin Huan’s car accident was on his chest, and once he put on clothes, there was no sign of anything unusual. He had just come down from the negotiation table, still carrying a sharp aura.Huo Yihan’s attention was entirely on Xu Moyi, discreetly keeping others from bumping into him.
The faces of these two men were too distinctive, causing the young nurses in the elevator to sneak peeks, their eyes filled with pink little hearts.
Xu Moyi turned his head irritably and caught them directly. How could other women fantasize about his sister’s husband?
His gaze swept the two nurses from head to toe, "What are you looking at?"
A baby face can also be quite proud.
The two peeping nurses immediately blushed red and hurriedly exited the elevator at the next floor.
Huo Yihan lazily leaned against the elevator wall, noticing Xu Moyi’s dislike of other women looking at him, and was inexplicably in a good mood.
"Nan Ze survived a great ordeal, did he call you over to hold you accountable or just to chat about life?"
After all, he silently married the Nan Family’s third young miss, and when Nan Ze woke up from a sleep, he found his sister married. Is he angry? Or angry?
Mu Jin Huan’s gaze was calm as he glanced at the numbers rising on the screen, slowly tidying the cuffs of his shirt without responding to Huo Yihan’s tease.
However, Xu Moyi still remembered the grudge from last time when Huo Yihan carried her out of the restaurant in front of so many people, speaking coldly, "This is our family’s happy time, what is an outsider like you doing here?"
Even when she doesn’t want to see this man, his shadow is everywhere.
Huo Yihan did not care much about the woman’s harsh attitude, shrugged, "What do you understand?" Google seaʀᴄh novelhall.com
Xu Moyi withdrew her gaze, snorted coldly, and after the elevator reached the floor, she trotted out of the elevator door, directly rushing to Nan Ze’s hospital room.
Without knocking, she pounced into Nan Ze’s arms like a bomb, rubbing her snot and tears all over his chest without any politeness.
"Third brother, you’re finally awake. Do you know how much I missed you... and the dishes you make. Geez, grandma’s genes are awesome, sleeping for so long and still so handsome!"
"I’ve been tortured beyond recognition by Old Xu, all those reports, budgets, profits, losses, my brain is about to explode. Third brother, hurry up and get better, with you here, I won’t be so bad off."
Nan Wan and Shen Zhimei sat calmly on the sofa, watching her performance quietly, neither interrupting nor stopping her.
The hospital gown was soaked, and Nan Ze, just waking up, was easily tired, looking at Xu Moyi buried in his chest, feeling a bit of a headache.
After Xu Moyi slammed open the door of the hospital room, it remained open, but Mu Jin Huan still knocked twice, his first glance at Nan Wan sitting on the sofa, the second at Nan Ze on the bed.
As their gazes crossed, both were of the mature and steady type, with an aura equally matched, making it hard to tell who was superior.
Although Nan Wan couldn’t see the flashing sword and saber, she could sense the unusual atmosphere since Mu Jin Huan entered.
Her temple throbbed, the hand on her lap involuntarily clenched, at which Shen Zhimei sitting beside her found amusing.
Following in after was Huo Yihan, whose lazy gaze swept the room before settling on the figure clinging to Nan Ze and not letting go.
Huo Yihan stepped forward, pulling the woman enamored with her own performance away from Nan Ze’s embrace, saying unhurriedly, "He just came back from the Ghost Gate, if you strangled him to death it’d be quite frustrating."
Xu Moyi raised her head, her cheek still streaked with bright tears, her reddened eyes and moist eye rims causing a stir in Huo Yihan’s heart.
Her tomboyish nature, always having ’damn it’ at the tip of her tongue, could actually cry so delicately and charmingly.
But the first thing the little pear blossom says is, "Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to interfere?"
Now Huo Yihan was quite sure that the momentary stir in his heart just now was merely an illusion.
Pushing the tear-streaked, nose-wiping woman out of his embrace, his pair of peach blossom eyes returned full of interest as he crossed his long legs, playing with an orange in hand while sitting on the sofa.
Shen Zhimei got up and went to the hospital bed to help her husband tidy the wrinkled hospital gown, her eyebrows gentle and kind.
A few minutes later, Nan Wan heard her brother speak, "The three of you go out for a while."
His voice was calm, yet carried a kind of irresistible force, as if a storm was about to come.