Mu Qinghuan got out of Lin Che's car, and tiredness hit him like sea water.

But she didn't know where the tiredness of this body came from, and when she got into the elevator, she even leaned against the elevator wall.

Mu Qinghuan originally thought, but when he entered the house, he rushed directly to the bedroom.

No matter what three-seven-twenty-one.

When she entered the house, she had just taken a few steps before she hit her head.

Mu Qinghuan just wanted to touch the switch of the light, when he heard a voice: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mrs. misses me like this." ”

Hearing this, Mu Qinghuan subconsciously raised her head, and when her eyes adjusted to the darkness, someone's familiar face entered her eyes: "You're back." ”

"Well, I'm back." After Gu Huaiyuan finished speaking, he directly hugged her into his arms: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Siqing is crazy." ”

When Gu Huaiyuan came home and saw the empty house, he was really disappointed, so he asked Fang Chi to stay below, so that she could see herself as soon as she entered the door, and she couldn't let Mu Qinghuan show the same loss as herself.

Smelling the familiar smell on her body, Gu Huaiyuan's heart slowly fell to the ground.

Just when Mu Qinghuan wanted to say something, he was kissed on the lips by Gu Huaiyuan and pressed against the wall.

He kissed, with domineering, and did not give Mu Qinghuan the slightest chance to resist.

Mu Qinghuan's hands were a little nowhere to put them, and in the end they could only be placed on his waist.

After a long time, Gu Huaiyuan left her lips: "Do you miss me?" ”

This question is really asked, she doesn't know what to say, if she thinks about it, she really hasn't thought about it, but if she doesn't want to, she always feels that something is missing these nights.

Seeing Mu Qinghuan like this, Gu Huaiyuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the road is long.

At this time, Mu Qinghuan suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Gu Huaiyuan asked subconsciously.

"Don't touch my hand."

Hand? Gu Huaiyuan pressed the light switch next to him.

After the light was turned on, Gu Huaiyuan saw Mu Qinghuan's bandaged hand.

"What's going on?" Gu Huaiyuan shouted.

Mu Qinghuan was stunned by Gu Huaiyuan's roar.

Then Gu Huaiyuan continued: "Why don't you tell me, you are injured." After many years in the army, Gu Huaiyuan can see at a glance that Mu Qinghuan was not injured today, but in the past few days, he called her and sent that WeChat, but she didn't even mention a word about the injury: "How many times have I told you, I am your husband, do you understand?" ”

Mu Qinghuan had never seen Gu Huaiyuan angry, and when she saw Gu Huaiyuan with a black face, she couldn't say a word.

The next moment, Gu Huaiyuan directly picked up Mu Qinghuan.

Gu Huaiyuan hugged Mu Qinghuan to the sofa with a dark face, but although Gu Huaiyuan's face was black, he was careful to put Mu Qinghuan on the sofa.

Then Gu Huaiyuan turned around and went to get the medicine box.

And Mu Qinghuan looked at Gu Huaiyuan obediently.

She could feel Gu Huaiyuan's unhappiness, but she really didn't know what to say, whether it was in her previous life or in this life, she wouldn't tell others if she was hurt, because she knew from a very young age that the only one who felt sorry for you in this world was herself.

But Gu Huaiyuan looked like this, she felt that she should say something: "I just accidentally touched a nail, so it's just a small injury." ”

"Is this a minor injury?" Gu Huaiyuan understood that Mu Qinghuan had a strong temperament since he was a child, but his heart was really uncomfortable, Gu Huaiyuan took the medicine box and sat down beside Mu Qinghuan: "Give me my hand." ”

Mu Qinghuan obediently handed over his hand.