Oh yes.

Ouyang Teng, who cuckolded him, was no better.

That's an outlaw, with its own means.

Mu Xin doesn't know this, and there is no need to know this.

Xiang Xiuhan smiled softly, reached out and touched Mu Xin's hair, "Sleep." ”

Mu Xin hummed, nestled into his arms, smelled the faint mint fragrance he carried after bathing, and only felt that he slept peacefully.

It's just that in the second half of the night, she fell into a nightmare again.

She was pushed down the stairs, and she was in surgery, picking up the baby from the trash can.

No matter how Xiang Xiuhan appeased, he couldn't appease her.

can't replace her suffering, and she can only feel distressed.

The next day, Mu Xin woke up, Xiang Xiuhan kept holding her in his arms, his breathing was very light, as if he was afraid of being heavy, he would wake her up, and she finally fell asleep.

Mu Xin opened his eyes and looked at Xiang Xiuhan, who was now dark and green again.

She was uncomfortably close to him, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

They were like two hedgehogs, hugging each other.

As soon as she moved, Xiang Xiuhan woke up, and her eyes were full of admiration.

Her eyes, which had always been as bright as the stars, were much darker, but they were still beautiful.

"When you wake up, why don't you call me?"

Mu Xin looked at him, "My husband is too handsome to sleep, I don't want to wake up, and I still want to steal incense." ”

She gave him a quick peck on the lips before retreating.

Xiang Xiuhan looked at her with a smile, "People are here, don't steal, it's better to come openly." ”

Mu Xin raised her eyebrows slightly, "It's better to steal relatives than to steal relatives, and it's better not to steal relatives than to steal relatives." ”

Xiang Xiuhan laughed even more.

"Let's go, get up and eat."

Mu Xin shook her head lightly, "You can sleep again." ”

Although he didn't, she knew that she had nightmares in the middle of the night, and he must be guarding him again.

"Go eat first, you want to eat, you're not here, I can't sleep, huh?" Xiang Xiuhan looked at her.

Mu Xin nodded.

Xiang Xiuhan took her to breakfast together.

Mu Xin accompanied him to sleep again and went back to sleep.

Xiang Xiuhan didn't want to sleep, but when she accompanied her, she was really tired and fell asleep soon.

When he fell asleep, Mu Xin took the pillow she slept on, stuffed it in his arms, and let him hold him tightly, so she got out of bed.

She asked Mother Yang to move things in and handle them gently.

It's an artboard.

She sat down, looked at Xiang Xiuhan who was asleep on the bed, and began to draw.

In her previous life, she knew a little sketching, self-taught, not very good, but okay.

Xu has a pillow to hold, Xu is Mu Xin's two conditions have improved, and Xiang Xiuhan has slept longer.

It's just that, even in a dream, I also think of Mu Xin.

Asleep, asleep, he suddenly woke up.

"Heart."

He hugged the pillow tightly, took a deep breath, kissed the pillow, and closed his eyes again, "It's still there, it's still there." ”

"Poof."

Hearing the laughter, Xiang Xiuhan opened his eyes, looked at the pillow he was holding, raised his eyes and looked at Mu Xin, then looked at the pillow, and then let go.

A tired handsome face, a rare embarrassing flush emerged.

Soon, it was gone again.

"Xinxin, when did you get up?"

Xiang Xiuhan wanted to smoke himself a little, so he had to be careful about how to hold a pillow.

"It's been a while, and I've slept well." Mu Xin glanced at him and continued.

Xiang Xiuhan snorted, got up and walked to her side, and was very surprised to see her painting, "You can paint?" ”

She still painted him.