"Hey, Mode!" Hearing Mu Qing's call in the living room, Mo De put the mop in his hand aside, went to wash his hands first, and then walked back to the living room and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Hmm......" Mu Qing was a little embarrassed at this moment, and was embarrassed to speak directly.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon! Isn't this guy thinking about some kind of bad idea for himself? Morder suddenly raised his vigilance, and his eyes looked up and down at the troublesome creature lying on the couch on his side.

was a little hairy by Mo De's staring, and Mu Qing finally couldn't help but say it. "That...... Can you send me to the bathroom......" The slender legs twisted together and rubbed uneasily.

Mo had suddenly realized, it turned out that the cup of luxury milk tea had worked. didn't think much about it, picked up Mu Qing and walked to the bathroom.

"You can ...... yourself with a hand injury" "Knock!" Before he could finish speaking, Mo De's question was interrupted by a hammer on the head.

"You don't have to worry about this!" Mu Qing was angry and ashamed at this time, didn't this guy in front of him know that there were some things that couldn't be said directly to girls?

There was a sound of water, and the sound of clothes was heard. Mo De, who was leaning against the wall, responded to Mu Qing's call and entered the door to pick up people.

The cascading white yarn added a little bit of red, although Mu Qing didn't say anything, but the ten fingers that trembled slightly still exposed the pain she endured. Don't have to keep everything in your eyes.

Putting Mu Qing back on the sofa, Mo De took out a bag from under the wheelchair that had been cleaned, took out the wound medicine and bandages from it, sat next to Mu Qing, and motioned for her to stretch out her hand.

"Change the dressing now?" Mu Qing remembered that according to the doctor's instructions, it was enough to change the gauze bandage and medicine powder once a day.

"Didn't you wash your hands after going to the toilet just now?" I don't have to casually say a reason to cover up the unbearability in my heart.

Peel the onion and jade, and it should not be stained with blood. Moreover, the scars of the girl in front of her are inextricably linked to herself.

I didn't notice the storm brewing in the eyes of Mu Qing, who was sitting opposite and stretched out his hands straight, so he had to carefully and gently unwrap the layers of bandages wrapped around his slender palms. As the bandages were untied, Mo had witnessed the injuries of Mu Qing's hands for the first time.

The blood has soaked through the excipient gauze, and there is hardly an inch of intact skin on the back of the hand. The ten fingers are even more seriously worn, and a few fingers are missing the jade armor.

Mo De's brows furrowed slightly, it was not that he had not suffered a more serious injury than this, but it was the first time he had seen someone else's hands hurt like this.

Disinfect and sterilize the tweezers with alcohol, and then gently wet the gauze that has some adhesion to the wound with iodophor and normal saline, and then carefully lift it up slowly. Pick up the alcohol cotton ball to clean up the flesh and blood of the wound, then apply a thin layer of hemostatic and muscle-building powder, re-cover the gauze, and finally pick up the roll of bandage next to him and start to wrap it around slowly.

With every movement, he held his breath gently, for fear that a careless mistake would add another burden to the hands in front of him.

"The previous battle was hard for you." While cleaning up the discarded fabrics that had been replaced, Mo De said softly. Previously, he only knew that Mu Qing had crossed the border to meet the apostle of the Cataclysmic Church, but at this moment, he understood the tragedy of that battle even more. The secret medicine in the "tide" could not repair Mu Qing's body as before, and the residual injuries were still so shocking.

What Mo De didn't know was that before meeting him, Li Dongdong had already used a secret medicine to stabilize Mu Qing's injuries. If one of the two pills is missing, then whether Mu Qing can come to his senses at this time has to be said separately.

"Thank you."

If the girl in front of her hadn't gone to resist and stop the apostle, judging from the reaction of the military in hindsight, this incident might have caused great losses to Qin City. Even if he was able to escape alive, he would not have much more to protect his close friends.

Mu Qing was also stunned when he heard this, and immediately beckoned to Mo De.

"What's wrong?" Put down the work in his hand, he had to sit back next to Mu Qing and follow the instructions.

The two arms were placed across his neck, and the wrists were closed at the back of Morder's neck instead of the injured palms.

"You're welcome. Actually, I don't need to say any thanks, it was the guy who stared at me and started the fight. My injuries have nothing to do with you, so there's no need to feel guilty. ”

The warm wind of words came out from between his soft lips, blowing on Morde's face, which made him want to dodge a little confused.

"Distance...... Isn't it a little too close......" Mo De said and was about to dodge away, but suddenly found that the two Hao wrists on the back of his neck were locked with force at the moment.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson." Mu Qing's tone became more and more gentle, but it also made Mo De more and more cramped and uneasy.

"You can't say anything to a girl!" "Boom!"

With a slam on the head, Mo had to feel that the shackles on the back of his neck were unshackled, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

"A woman's heart, a needle under the sea, especially a troublesome woman." The words that the man had said flashed through Mord's mind at this moment.

"What are you pumping again?!" Forcibly holding back the dizziness in his mind, Mo had to cover his head and stand up on the sofa, a little confused. "I'm not thanking you!"

"You're welcome!" The two looked at each other angrily across the couch.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Mo De suddenly remembered his previous words, so he said tentatively, "...... Don't wash your hands? ”

Mu Qing actually smiled, and beckoned Mo De to come forward again.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't finished cleaning your room yet, and then I had to prepare dinner, so I withdrew you first, and you took care of your injuries......" Mo had to admit defeat and run away.

Mu Qing was left alone to sit on the sofa, his face didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed, and he turned pink.

Mo De, a straight man of steel who lived with the opposite sex for the first time, suddenly realized a truth today: don't say things to girls that may make them shy, even if it is true.

Putting down the mop, tying up the apron, and finally cleaning the room, Morde began to prepare dinner. At noon, the two of them just ate some snacks and desserts in the mall, presumably the guy was already hungry.

"Want to eat......" The probe looked at the sofa, Mo Degang wanted to ask Mu Qing if there was anything he wanted to eat at night, but found that Mu Qing was leaning on the armrest of the sofa and had fallen asleep. took out a blanket from Mu Qing's room and covered it for her, Mo had to walk back to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to do a big job. In terms of cooking skills, he thinks that he is only slightly inferior to Sister Xi, and he is not inferior to the head of an ordinary restaurant, after all, Li Changsheng has never been in the kitchen since he taught him to cook.

Awakened by the fragrance in a daze, he raised his arm to wipe his saliva, and Mu Qing straightened up and looked at the source of the fragrance.

"I woke up, and the dishes were ready." Mo Dezheng took off his apron and hung it on the refrigerator door, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Mu Qing's playful appearance of poking his head out of the back of the sofa and sniffing, and he couldn't help but want to laugh. stepped forward, picked up Mu Qing, who was a little dazed, and put it on the dining table and chair, sat opposite and picked up chopsticks and said confidently: "My craft is still quite good, come and try it." After speaking, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and fried leeks and fried pig's blood, handed it to the bowl of rice in front of Mu Qing, and immediately ate it himself.

Well, it's fresh and tender, moderately salty, and tastes great.

Stir-fried pig's blood with leeks, shredded potatoes with vinegar, stewed beans with pork ribs and a pot of chicken soup, a bowl of rice was quickly wiped out. When he came back from the kitchen with another bowl of rice, Mo De found that Mu Qing on the other side was looking at him with a resentful expression, the dishes on the rice did not move at all, but the corners of his mouth were flashing.

"Why don't you eat it? Are there any taboos? ”

"No, I've never been a picky eater." Mu Qing snorted and said with resentment. As soon as the words came out, Mo De reacted that he was patronizing the dry meal, forgetting that the person was injured now.

After pondering for a while, Mo had to put down his rice bowl, got up and went to the kitchen to get a spoon, pulled over a chair and sat next to Mu Qing, picked up her bowl, scooped up a spoonful of vegetables and rice and handed it over.

Mu Qing's eyes, which had long been greedy for the aroma of the dishes and Mo De's pleasure of eating, were green, and Mu Qing couldn't care about being reserved at the moment, and swallowed the meal handed over by Mo De in one bite. After eating it in one bite, her eyes lit up, she didn't expect the craftsmanship of this guy in front of her to be so exquisite.

"Roar, you guy's skills are good, come and spoon shredded potatoes, ahhhhh......h Add rice and rice, we haven't eaten such a delicious dish for a long time! ”

Mo had to get up and walk back to the kitchen, hesitated to take out the inner liner of the rice cooker, and then took out a new inner liner to cook a pot of rice.

According to this girl's wild eating method, not to mention cooking an extra pot of rice, you will have to add fried vegetables later.

Sure enough, Mo had found that there was a rice bucket at home that could be eaten better than himself. Put a wooden straw in the chicken soup basin, sip it by Mu Qing, Mo had to remove the apron on the refrigerator door, and returned to the kitchen to light the fire and stir-fry.

After this battle, the two worked together to eliminate six dishes and one soup, two pots of rice, not counting a number of accompanying fruits.

After drinking the last mouthful of chicken soup, Mu Qing lay back contentedly, leaning on the back of the chair and burping.

Mo De scooped up the chicken to clean it up, and was also full of soup and rice, moved Mu Qing back to the sofa, turned on the TV for her to find her favorite program, and then went back to clean up the dishes and tidy up the kitchen.

Matter is indeed conserved, and it weighs as much as you eat. Mo De was brushing the dishes and chopsticks while sighing at Mu Qing's amount of rice. A meal is open to four or six, six are other people's, and forty percent is their own.

"I'll go talk to the landlord first, and I'll be back in a while." Mo had to walk to the entrance and said to the living room while changing his shoes.

"Got it, go and get back quickly." Mu Qing raised his hand and shook it, but his eyes did not take his eyes off the variety show broadcast on the TV.

"This guy ......" shook his head helplessly, and Mo had to pick up the key to open the door and walk out.