The male god is sick: the only favorite sweetheart wants to leave home

Chapter 89

Wang Ma felt guilty, so Tang Shaojue asked her to concentrate on taking care of Li Mo. As for the family, he liked Mu Xiaoran's cooking very much.

So, besides warming the bed, Mu Xiaoran had another job.

Mu Xiaoran didn't object to this, so she just cooked and didn't need to wash the dishes.

This matter is easy to say, just pay another salary.

Mr. Tang waved his hand, two hundred a day, so Mu Xiaoran went to work happily.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Mu Xiaoran went into the kitchen again.

Last night the young master said that he wanted to eat gold silk cake.

Mu Xiaoran kneaded the flour resentfully, when did she become so unscrupulous?

Just give one hundred more, and she agreed to Tang Shaojue's request to order food.

Before she knew it, Mu Xiaoran felt that the dough in her hand had turned into Tang Shaojue. She kneaded it fiercely, and the anger accumulated in her heart slowly vented out.

Hmph, is it great to be rich?

Is it amazing to be a man?
……

Mu Xiaoran roared in her heart, this way is very childish, but this is the only thing Mu Xiaoran can do.

Because now ten of them are tied together, none of them are Tang Shaojue's opponents.

Just when Mu Xiaoran was enjoying the abuse, her cell phone rang suddenly.

Mu Xiaoran wiped the flour off her hands, and quickly picked it up: "Hello, who is it?"

Wilson said in a good mood: "Hi, I'm Wilson."

He felt that Mu Xiaoran must miss him very much.

Sure enough, Mu Xiaoran was very excited.

"Ah! Well, what's the matter with you?" Mu Xiaoran was a little incoherent.

"I'm in your mother's ward, when will you pick me up?" Wilson asked carelessly.

Mu Xiaoran was very excited when Wilson came for a follow-up visit.

She immediately said that she would go to pick him up right away, because Wilson's arrival was to her like a drowning person finding a piece of driftwood and seeing hope again.

After closing the line, Mu Xiaoran immediately turned off the fire, called Ah Jiu and hurried to the hospital.

When Mu Xiaoran arrived at the hospital, Wilson was doing various tests on Lian Yi, and she could only wait quietly.

It wasn't until Wilson took off his mask that Mu Xiaoran greeted him.

Wilson squinted his peach blossom eyes, and said as if taking credit: "Am I early today?"

He couldn't remember the last time he woke up early.

"Well, it's very early, thank you for your hard work."

Mu Xiaoran exaggerated without hesitation, it was indeed very early, it was only 08:30.

Wilson smiled heartily, he really looked like an innocent big boy that day.

"How is my mother?" Mu Xiaoran asked worriedly.

Wilson reassured: "Now the vital signs have stabilized, don't worry too much, I will try my best."

Only then did Mu Xiaoran feel relieved, and just as he was about to let out a breath, an infinitely magnified handsome face appeared in front of him.

So, she could only hold back that breath forcefully.

Wilson got closer to Mu Xiaoran's face infinitely, and if he got closer, they would stick together!

That careful look seemed to count her pores clearly.

"Well, the ointment I gave you last time worked well."

Wilson said quite proudly.

That ointment was his masterpiece, and he had studied it for three years before it had such an effect.

Now her skin is smooth and firm, white and flawless, and people can't help but touch it.

Like a small cabbage, maybe some water will come out if you pinch it hard.

He gave Tang Shaojue such a big gift, Tang Shaojue must have expressed a little bit.

At least the raw material money must be given to him.

(End of this chapter)