After washing up, he sat on the bed and took a small mirror to look at the wound on his forehead.

When Mu Xingfeng came out of the shower, he saw the little girl on the bed.

Sitting on the army green bed in pink pajamas, the hellokitty pattern on the pajamas makes the little guy more soft and cute, just such a small she, but his heart is full.

Seeing the little girl frowning bitterly in the mirror, looking at the wound on her forehead, Mu Xingfeng threw the towel aside and walked over.

Feeling the man's approach, An Ran suddenly pursed his mouth, "Mu Xingfeng, did you say that my forehead is too big, why do you have to break my forehead every time you fight?" If you continue like this, you will only have to keep your hair short in the future. ”

An Ran's hairline is very beautiful, her forehead is full, and she has long hair without bangs.

But with such a hairstyle, the entire wound is exposed, and I don't know if there will be a scar in the end.

Mu Xingfeng stepped forward and simply removed the gauze that she had lifted and couldn't do much, and looked at the wound on her forehead seriously.

The wound was only abrasions, not deep, and had scabbed over the night, but the crimson scabs were more noticeable on the fair skin.

He knew that his little girl was a beautiful little girl, probably because it was very uncomfortable to look at this scab.

"When the injury is healed, I will ask my sister to find you some medicine to remove scars in the imperial capital, so that it will not be scarred."

Seeing this wound, Mu Xingfeng felt even more that for the Xu family, it was cheaper for the family to go to prison alone, and those who hurt him had to pay a heavy price.

An Ran's eyes really lit up when he heard this, "Is there really that kind of medicine?" I feel that the scar removal drugs on the market only fade the scars, if there is, I would prefer to remove the scars on my arms, otherwise how to wear skirts in the future. ”

The wound on the arm is quite deep and has been stitched up, so it is estimated that the wound must be ugly.

"Yes, if you don't have them at home, you can look for them abroad, and you must let them return to their original state." Mu Xingfeng tore off the quilt and got into bed.

Sitting on the bed, his brows furrowed, "This bed is a little hard, tomorrow I will go to find the bed quilt and spread another layer, and buy a mattress together in a few days to come back." ”

He was used to sleeping in this bed, but An Ran was a little girl, and he didn't want her to suffer a little grievance.

Besides, with such a hard bed, if the little girl is pressed down one day, it is estimated that she will cry.

Thinking of this possibility, Mu Xingfeng felt that this matter had to be done quickly.

An Ran didn't feel anything, and when she heard that Mu Xingfeng would find medicine to remove scars for her, she also went to a piece of heart in her heart, and she lifted the quilt and got in, squinting her eyes and leaning on the man's shoulder.

"No need, this is very good, I'm not as squeamish as you think, by the way, Mu Xingfeng, I didn't prepare a gift for you, are you angry?"

Yesterday she wanted to ask him this question, knowing that he felt sorry for her injury, and even if she asked him, she wouldn't say what was in her heart, and now she had nothing to do, so she wanted to know if he was unhappy.

"No," Mu Xingfeng stroked the girl's shoulders and replied without thinking.

Why is he angry? What right does he have to be angry?

His girl prepared a special gift for him, dressed herself up beautifully, and waited for him to come back for the festival together.

He made her wait for a night, and finally put her in danger.

She didn't complain because she understood him and understood his profession.