Lu Chenxu helped Mo Xiaodie upstairs, let her lie on the bed, and carefully applied medicine to her.

After painting, he sighed helplessly.

Mo Xiaodie sat up and was a little puzzled: "Husband, why are you sighing?." ”

Lu Chenxu pressed against her forehead, and his urn was angry, wanting to be dissatisfied: "The children are not at home, what a great opportunity, but you wasted it so much, wife, how do you want to compensate me." ”

"I don't want to-" Before Mo Xiaodie's words were finished, Lu Chenxu carefully protected her wound and couldn't help but kiss it directly.

Since the age of seventeen, he had never looked at a woman in the eye, and in his mind, women would only cause him endless trouble.

He always thought that he would die alone.

However, God finally favored him and sent Xiaodie to his side.

He never thought that his thirty-year-old self would be so eager for a woman like a hairy guy. His Xiaodie is delicate and moving, although her appearance is not outstanding, she is independent, strong and kind.

It is very rare for a person to be able to maintain a pure heart despite hardships and suffering.

He, Lu Chenxu, will definitely use all the strength in this life to protect his lover and children.

The kiss lasted for a long time, and it didn't end until Mo Xiaodie thought he was going to be unable to help but pounce on him.

Lu Chenxu's breath was a little short, and he bit Mo Xiaodie's earlobe: "Wife, did you come to torture me on purpose?"

Mo Xiaodie's cheeks were crimson at this time, and the whole person was still a little confused and confused by his kiss: "It seems that you kissed me first." ”

"You provoked me first. Lu Chenxu's voice revealed a trace of grievance.

"Who provoked you?" Mo Xiaodie was dissatisfied and wanted to push him away, but he didn't push him. The wound on her back was pulled a little painfully, and she couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong? Got a wound?" Lu Chenxu hurriedly let go of her and helped her check the wound.

Somehow, Mo Xiaodie suddenly remembered Li Muta, and wondered how the child's surgery was going now?

Lu Chenxu looked at her lying on the bed, seemed a little depressed, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" wife, you seem to be a little unhappy. ”

Mo Xiaodie looked at him sideways: "What time is it?"

"It's past five, what's wrong?"

"I don't know how Li Muta's surgery went? I'm a little worried. ”

It has been more than three hours since Li Muta's operation, and I don't know if it went well.

Lu Chenxu took a deep look at her, grabbed her hand and put it on his chest: "Wife, should you give me some love, I am your husband, and I want to accompany you for the rest of my life." Li Muta's operation is estimated to be over at six o'clock in the evening, and no news is the best news now. ”

Hearing his sour tone, Mo Xiaodie blinked mischievously: "Husband, I grabbed so many stomach-regulating Chinese medicines for you, why don't I care about you?"

Thinking of those unpleasant Chinese medicines, Lu Chenxu couldn't help frowning, and pinched her nose with some dissatisfaction: "You, you are the mother of nine children, why are you still so naughty." ”

"By the way, husband, tomorrow is Saturday, let's take the children to the supermarket, Momo said that she has never been to the supermarket, and she really wants to go!" Mo Xiaodie suggested.

"Yes, just, the burns on your back?"

"It's okay, it's just a few blisters, and the doctor said it will be fine soon. ”

"Is it really okay?" Lu Chenxu glanced at her back meaningfully, the place that was still red just now had improved a little because of the medicine, and the two blisters the size of a fingernail in the middle of the wound had burst.