Mu Xinleng paused for a moment, and then smiled: "You are taking care of me, but you don't have time to make porridge." ”

Xiang Xiuhan asked her to sit out, then squatted down to help her put on her slippers, stood up, "Go wash up and come out to drink porridge." ”

Mu Xin saw that he was so gentle and kind, so he took his hand and chuckled: "I just have a high fever, and now the fever has subsided, so you don't need to take care of me like this." ”

I feel like he's taken care of like a critically ill patient.

Xiang Xiuhan looked down at the hand she was holding, and then looked at the smile on her face, and her voice was a little low, "You are sick, whether you are seriously ill or sick, it is necessary for me to take care of you carefully, it depends on whether you need me or not." ”

Mu Xin stood up, looked up at him, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his stubble chin, "I feel sorry for you, you see that you have grown stubble, and you are not so energetic, and you look a lot older." ”

Xiang Xiuhan grabbed her moving hand, lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the back of her hand, "When you are old, will you dislike it?" Will I not need it? ”

Mu Xin smiled: "Of course I don't dislike it, even if I am a hundred years old and old, the person who needs it the most is still my Mr. Xiang." ”

Xiang Xiuhan lightly hooked his lower lip, "Well, go wash up." ”

Mu Xin hummed, stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed the corner of his lips, "Good morning, my Mr. Xiang." ”

Xiang Xiuhan watched her retreat, "Good morning, Mrs. Xiang." ”

Mu Xin brushed her teeth and washed her face, Xiang Xiuhan fed her porridge one bite at a time, his expression was gentle and doting, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her starry eyes were full of happiness.

This scene looks very warm and happy.

After drinking the porridge, he took the paper to Xiuhan and gently wiped the corners of her mouth.

Mu Xin took the phone and glanced at it, it was already the same, and looked up at Xiang Xiuhan, "Husband, I want to go to the set." ”

Xiang Xiuhan's face was slightly gloomy, "You're sick." ”

"I'm fine, I only joined the crew yesterday, and I won't go today, it's not good."

Xiang Xiuhan's face became even heavier, "Your husband is the biggest investor in this drama, if you don't go, who of them dares you?" ”

It's so arrogant.

But it makes sense.

Mu Xin took his hand and coquettishly, "But I want to film, husband, okay?" ”

Xiang Xiuhan lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Xin, who was softly coquettish, thinking of his compromise with her step by step, and letting her go until now, isn't it because of her coquettishness?

She always made him give up his principles, lower his bottom line, and repeatedly agreed to all her demands with a smile, a kiss, and a husband.

"Xinxin, the money I earn can support you and give you the best life, you don't have to go to filming, can you not go?"

Listening to his words, Mu Xin let go of his hand and raised his eyes to look at him, "Didn't you support my filming before?" ”

Xiang Xiuhan looked down at her let go of her hand and muttered, "That was before." ”

"And now?" Mu asked him puzzled.

Xiang Xiuhan was silent for a moment, "I don't support it." ”

She wants to fight so hard in the entertainment industry in order to be strong, and then leave him, right?

Mu Xin felt his strangeness and frowned slightly, "Why?" ”

"I don't like it." Xiang Xiuhan looked at her with low eyes, very serious and heavy: "I just don't like you filming, I don't like you to become so many goddesses, I will be jealous." ”

She, it's his.

It can only be his.

Mu Xin stepped forward with a chuckle, stretched out his hand, and gently hugged him, "Don't be jealous, I just like you." ”

Xiang Xiuhan's hands hung down on his sides, and asked in a low voice: "If I don't support your filming, what will happen to you?" ”