The Spoilt Wife’s Happy Life with the Commander

Lin Qing only felt that the two eyes were completely black, and then fell to the ground when he felt again. She clearly remembered the reason. The person behind was watching the movie and was about to be anxious. She hurriedly wanted to sit down and accidentally hit Lin Qing who was walking slowly.

For a while, Lin Qing fell down well without seeing the steps under his feet.

"Lin Qing!" A deep, slightly impatient voice sounded above his head, not as steady as usual.

Mu Li was already squatting beside Lin Qing at this time, but the light in the cinema was too dim, and he couldn't see the situation carefully.

Lin Qing responded carefully.

The woman who ran into Lin Qing was deeply apologetic and stood aside and apologized for her mistake. A moment's worth of movement here attracted the attention of other seated audiences.

Still Lin Qing said, "Fortunately, you don't have to apologize all the time."

After all, the woman was silent, but I do n’t know if it was because the fallen Lin Qing was blocking the road and she didn't move.

"Have you been hurt?" Mu Li held her back and asked.

Lin Qing felt a bit, except that the calf was a little painful, and it didn't matter.

So she shook her head and reassured Mu Li: "It doesn't seem to be."

Mu Li lifted her up.

Looking down at his feet, the popcorn was scattered.

"Why be so careless and fall on such low steps?" Mu Li's voice was deep and his face was not very good.

Lin Qing had some grievances: "I'm a little afraid of the dark."

The way she dangled her head became more pity.

Due to professional reasons, Mu Li has adapted to this dark environment, but ignored Lin Qing.

If you knew it, you should

Mu Li still frowned, still talking, the big screen in the distance was shaking, and the movie began.

"The movie is about to start," Lin Qing whispered.

Mu Li stared at her indifferently, picked her up, and strode out of the screening room.

When turning to the exit passage, Lin Qing realized Mu Li's thoughts, and a pair of small hands went straight to the big screen behind Mu Li.

"Ah, the movie!" She was full of anxiety and loss.

In this case, she was still thinking about watching a movie?

Mu Li couldn't help but be a little angry.

But Lin Qing didn't seem to give up the thought, and her arms were dangling. It was rare for her to be so noisy.

Mu Li saw her restless look, and deliberately relaxed her arm strength. Lin Qing thought he was about to fall, and hurriedly retracted his hands and pinched his neck.

Oops, it seemed to him.

As a result, Lin Qing resumed her original look, and obediently drew in Mu Li's arms, no longer moving.

At this moment Lin Qing suddenly felt that the front was still dark, but not so afraid.

When walking out of the cinema, Lin Qing only found that she was holding Mu Li tightly and sticking to him.

In fact, this can't blame her all, Mu Li held her arm, it was too tight.

"Mu Li?" Lin Qing got close to Mu Li's ear a little before turning his head.

"Huh?" Mu Li looked down at her, staring at each other.

"You're holding it too tightly," Lin Qing whispered, "I'm a little dizzy."

Mu Li looked at her and smiled—

Tighten your arms.

Lin Qing deeply regretted that she should not mention it.

Arrived in the car, Mu Li's eyes suddenly changed, a deep rise, leaving Lin Qing scratching his head.

She raised her hand habitually to help him smooth her brows, and halfway up she was intercepted halfway.

Mu Li grabbed her wrist with responsibility and said, "Don't you say, weren't you hurt?"

Lin Qing was foggy, and looked at his calf along Mu Li's eyes.

Probably because the pain was not strong just now, Lin Qing didn't notice it, and her calf was stained with a lot of blood.

Mu Li reminded me that Lin Qing felt some pain. She froze and wanted to touch the wound.

This action was stopped in time by Mu Li, who saw through her mind.

"Don't touch it, go to the hospital!" Mu Li could not help but start the car.

Upon hearing the news, Lin Qing shrank back, her face wrinkled.

It seemed to be a long time, she slowly whispered, "I don't want to go to the hospital"

After all, she looked at Mu Li with a pitiful expression again, and her big eyes flashed with a request: "Can't we go straight home?"

Mu Li felt that he was about to lose to Lin Qing.

The medical supplies for cleaning the wound at home seemed to be used up, so when passing by a pharmacy, Mu Li went to buy some.

After getting in the car, he threw the bag to Lin Qing, Lin Qing glanced inside slightly.

Well, look good.

Lin Qing thought secretly, she just scratched her skin and bleed a bit of blood. Should she still use such things to serve the torture?

It seemed that there were five or six things that could not be named in that bag.

So she asked with hope, "Isn't the stuff in it for me?"

Mu Liqian laughed and gave her a grimace: "What do you say?"

Lin Qing's hope for the young saplings, alas.

As soon as he got home, Lin Qing wanted to escape.

As soon as she changed her shoes, she wanted to run upstairs to hide in the quilt. Unfortunately, Mu Li gave him a handful and returned.

"I haven't given you medicine yet, where are you going?" Mu Li's voice sounded behind his back.

Somehow, Lin Qing felt a little eerie and scary.

In fact, it's all her psychological role.

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Lin Qing regretted it. She knew that she wouldn't change her shoes.

No way, she had to hold the bag without knowing what the medical supplies were, and curled up on the sofa obediently.

Mu Li washed his hands and walked to the sofa when Lin Qing was nervous.

With her head down, the bag was set aside, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Lin Qing, her calf stretched out." Mu Li sat softly next to her.

Lin Qing flinched and stretched her legs a bit, biting her lips.

She shuddered a little, and Mu Li finally realized that she was so nervous.

"Uncomfortable?" Mu Centrifugal stumbled and touched Lin Qing's forehead.

Fortunately, the temperature is normal.

At this moment Lin Qing shook his head.

"Then you are so nervous because the wound hurts too much?" Mu Li stared at the mouth on her leg, her eyes tightened.

It seemed that the wound was left hanging on something sharp, and the bleeding stopped there before getting out of the car.

But still not optimistic.

Lin Qing pursed her mouth and opened her mouth reluctantly: "I'm afraid of the smell of the hospital."

Then she pointed to the bag on the sofa, which was shrinking beside her: "This is also it"

Mu Li stunned.

No wonder she didn't go to the hospital for life or death just now, as soon as she entered the door, she was about to slip away. It was because of this.

"Rest assured that my technique is good and it won't hurt." Mu Li relieved.

Just saying this, how can there always be a weird feeling?

He was silent in his heart.

"Technology?" Lin Qing repeated the word again, and seemed to play back a very bad picture in his head, shaking anxiously.

Mu Li laughed, rubbing her head and pulling her back into her arms.

"What are you thinking about?" He slender fingers stuck in Lin Qing's long hair. "If the wound is not treated, it will become infected, good."

Wondering? Lin Qing was a little confused, protesting: "I didn't think about it"

Mu Li froze on her cheek and agreed: "Yes, you didn't think about it."

With Mu Li's gentle actions, Lin Qing's mood calmed down. Seems to think about it, not so afraid.

Just like in the cinema just now.

While Lin Qing was in a daze, Mu Li had placed Lin Qing's calf on his leg. He carefully examined the wound, and then took out alcohol, iodine, cotton balls, gauze and other things from the bag.

Mu Li is so skilled in dealing with wounds.

When washing the wound with alcohol, he obviously felt Lin Qing's body shaking.

However, Lin Qing always held back no snoring, only gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

The wound was bandaged, and Mu Li rubbed Lin Qing's head: "Well, don't be nervous."

Lin Qing then dared to turn his head to look at his calf.

She lowered her movements, her calf was wrapped intact, and there was no pain at all.

This is the first time Lin Qing has not resisted too strongly against the wound. She was touched for a moment.

"Mu Li" Lin Qing looked at Mu Li gratefully.

Seeing her look, Mu Li was stunned.

Lin Qing was not afraid of going to the hospital, but rather of the potions applied to her wounds.

Probably as a child, she was treated by a doctor with poor medical ethics and left a shadow.

After this time, Lin Qing decided that in the event of another bruise in the future, Mu Li would be left to deal with the wounds.

Thinking of it that way, her mood was much better.

So she raised her head: "Will you help me later?"

"In the future?" Mu Li narrowed his eyes and poked Lin Qing's head politely. "Do you want to hurt yourself like this in the future?"

Lin Qing felt that she had been wronged and muttered, "I'm just in case."

Mu Li pressed her forehead, and she really thought a lot.

As a result, Mu Li still agreed to her "irrational" request. Although he was wondering why he was convinced.

"Well, let me help you upstairs." After a while, Mu Li got up to help her.

Lin Qing took the lead in grabbing his clothing corner.

This careful movement made Mu Li pause. .

"What's wrong?" He softened and his voice softened.

Lin Qing scratched her head embarrassedly: "Come here."

Because Lin Qing looked at the wound while talking, Mu Li thought that there was a problem there, so she bent down.

I saw Lin Qing make a move, let Mu Li sting again.

Lin Qing's pair of small bracelets were on his neck, and Mu Li couldn't help but bend down again because he brought the strap down.

She hugged him.

This is the first time Lin Qing has approached himself.

There was a strange feeling in Mu Li's heart.

This hug was short-lived, friendly, and without a hint of desire.

However, at the time of Lin Qingsong's hand, Mu Li seized the opportunity to cover Lin Qing's lower lip with a long drive straight forward, and soon occupied her territory.

Lin Qing, who was attacked by the anti-sneak attack, was a little flustered.

Mu Li didn't give Lin Qing a chance to get out, and tangled her soft tongue

Lin Qing was in grief for a while, thinking of a word: lead the wolf into the room.

Now she could only regret it.