he worse it felt for Zhao Yu's heart, "Wanwan—"He cried out, then said nothing more."Isn't it true that what Mr. He did has nothing to do with you" Xiang Wan looked at her and smiled, "Mr. He is your...Hearing Feng Mu's words, Meng Lan's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Although she still half-believed and half-doubted Feng Mu's words, she couldn't help but admit that there was some truth to them.

"Now can you believe me" Feng Mu's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes carrying a hint of helplessness.

Mulan couldn't find any evidence for the moment, she could only faintly "um" in response, hesitating before speaking, "I'll trust you for now, but you just made such a big smoke cloud, just to cook a meal"

"Correct." Feng Mu said, and then showed Meng Lan his finger that had been cut with a knife, his tone tinged with helplessness. "But it didn't work out, I ended up getting hurt instead."

His tone was coquettish.

Initially, Menglan wasn't planning to involve herself, but hearing his unusually soft voice, she couldn't help but feel sympathy.

She pulled Feng Mu away from the kitchen, that hotbed of gossip, and sat him down on the sofa. She asked helplessly, "Where's your family's first-aid kit"

Feng Mu thought very seriously for a moment, "It should be in the bathroom."

"Dream Orchid was covered in black lines. Didn't she say that she had lived here for a while How could she not even know where her own medicine box was"

But Menglan didn't care much about it either. She quickly stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

But she walked around the house, and finally found the medicine cabinet in the bedroom drawer.

She came to Feng Mu's side, squatting down, and skillfully opened the medical kit. She took out a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant water and said in her voice with a hint of helplessness, "It might hurt a little, just bear with it for a moment."

"Okay." Feng Mu hurriedly agreed.

Then Menglan took a deep breath and began to apply medicine to him.

Upon closer inspection, she realized that Feng Mu's wound was deep. She couldn't imagine how much force he had used to inflict such damage on himself.

"Are you stupid" Meng Lan's tone was filled with exasperation, "If you can't use a knife, you could just order takeout. You're not a child, how did you almost set the kitchen on fire"

"Got it."

Feng Mu lowered his eyes, his deep pool-like gaze fixed on her, not willing to move away for a moment, "Next time I will definitely be more careful, and I will never make this mistake again."

Since he assured her so, Menglan didn't say much either.

After all, the wound was deep. Menglan subconsciously softened her movements, gently applying the ointment to his wound. Afraid that Feng Mu would feel pain, she occasionally looked up and glanced at him.

And Feng Mu was like he didn't feel any pain at all, his brows never even furrowed.

His eyes were fixed on Menglan, unblinking. His handsome face was filled with gentleness, and the corners of his lips twitched upward.

As if he wasn't applying medicine at all, but rather doing something quite boast-worthy.

At first, it was fine, but gradually Dreamland felt a chill as he stared at her. She gritted her teeth, subconsciously increasing the force of her hand, pressing the cotton swab hard against his wound.

"Hmm..." Feng Mu let out a muffled grunt, his face changing abruptly.

But Meng Lan was like a little devil, she gave him a sly smile, “Does it hurt now See if you’ll just stare at a girl so carelessly in the future.”

Hearing her words, Feng Mu felt a sense of helplessness and spoke in a low voice, "I was just looking at you."

"What are you looking at I don't have flowers on my face."

Meng Lan couldn't help but tease, "After I applied the ointment to Feng Mu, I only took out the gauze from the box. After wrapping it a few times, I tied him a pretty butterfly knot."

"Different." Feng Mu's voice was filled with tenderness, "In my eyes, you surpass all the scenery in this world."

“......”

Hearing his sudden praise, Menglan's heart pounded like thunder, and her cheeks gradually flushed red.

Damn it.

Is he putting on a sweet face today How come everything he says is so rehearsed

I can't continue living with him. Who knows what might happen

Then, Meng Lan stood up from the sofa and casually said, "Okay, the wound has been bandaged. You shouldn't touch water for the next week, and it should be fine."

"Thank you," Feng Mu said softly.

He raised his hand, which was wrapped up like a precious treasure, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Now everything Menglan does, in his eyes, is good!

Menglan wasn't used to seeing him like this, his expression so infatuated, it made her skin crawl. She quickly said, "You should get some rest. I'm going back now."

She was just about to leave, but at that moment, she suddenly heard a gurgling sound coming from the spacious living room.

For a moment, the living room fell silent again, as if one could hear a pin drop.

Menglan's footsteps came to a halt. She instinctively turned her head toward the source of the sound.

I never expected it... that voice... came from Feng Mu's stomach.

And Feng Mu, whose usually cold face had slightly changed, his eyes dodging, inadvertently revealing a hint of embarrassment.

Mulan cleared her throat, breaking the silence first.

"Didn't you eat"

"Well, I've been busy with meetings at the company since last night and haven't had time to eat." Feng Mu said in a low voice as a reminder.

Meng Lan looked at his face, and when she saw the fatigue under his eyelids, she knew deep down that he wasn't joking.

"Well, what can we do I could order takeout for you" Menglan tentatively asked.

"Can you make me dinner"

Just then, Feng Mu suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Meng Lan's wrist, his eyes filled with a plea.

"Seeing him like this, Menglan felt a pang of sympathy."

She didn't originally intend to take care of Feng Mu, but after thinking about it, she realized that she had just splashed water all over him, and he still had wounds. Leaving him alone there would indeed be a bit cruel.

"Alright, then wait here a moment, I'll go to the kitchen and make you something to eat." She only conceded, pretending she wasn't holding a grudge against him, a patient.

Thinking of this, Menglan's heart found a sense of balance and she walked towards the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and realized most of the ingredients had been devoured by Feng Mu Huo, leaving only a small dish of pork ribs, some greens, and a few carrots.

Meng Lan's brow furrowed, she suddenly remembered that Feng Mu didn't like to eat vegetables before, and she wondered if his taste had changed in the past few years.

So, she took out all the ingredients from the refrigerator and was about to ask Feng Mu.

But she never expected Feng Mu to be standing behind her, his tall frame bending down as he looked at the fridge with her.

Meng Lan suddenly turned her head, her lips inadvertently brushing against Feng Mu's thin lips.

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