Chapter 3181

"Hey, take it easy. This is a head, not a wig." Xia Jiu took a breath in pain.

"Sorry." It's rare that Shen Muhan would apologize.

Xia Jiu's hair is long and numerous. It's seaweed like, and it's natural with chestnut color. It's not dyed. It's very natural and beautiful chestnut color. It's very generous and lazy. It adds a bit of lazy style to her already beautiful face.

Shen Muhan's fingers fell on her hair and held the green silk.

Chen Qi did a good job this time. He reminded him to take care of Xia Jiu. If anyone else saw the scene, Shen Muhan might dig out the man's eyes.

Although Xia Jiu was a little troublesome, noisy, delicate and sometimes inexplicable, Shen Muhan felt that he could endure for this beautiful scene in front of him.

"Can you take it easy?" Xia Jiu looks sad and feels that Shen Muhan is about to scratch off her scalp.

Originally, she was worried that Shen Muhan would be unable to control and do such things in an ambiguous place like the bathroom.

But now she was not worried at all that he had that idea of himself.

He moved here to kill himself!

Where is this shampoo? This is to expose her scalp. Xia Jiu seems to feel that her hair must be falling off one by one.

Xia Jiu is not being taken care of, but being punished.

Washing her hair is like this. When blowing her hair, it's not much better. Shen Muhan's palm is very broad and powerful. There are thick cocoon marks on her finger abdomen. Every time she slides over her scalp, it hurts her.

"Pain, pain..." Xia Jiu protected his hair.

"Light, light..." she tilted her head and pursed her mouth discontentedly.

"Hiss..." she felt that the hair dryer was fixed at a little, which made her scalp hot. "Slow down!"

Shen Muhan's eyes are getting deeper and deeper. These delicate and soft words in her mouth are like those at that time

The ink in the eyes is like the prelude to the storm, constantly turning and surging.

However, she even hurt her hand now. Shen Muhan had no way to start with her.

If Xia Jiu knew what Shen Muhan was thinking at the moment, she would even have the heart to kill him.

Xia Jiu was finally cleaned up and couldn't lie on the head of the bed. He didn't want to say a word.

Shen Muhan took the medicine and wiped the bruises on her neck and wrist.

Her skin is particularly white, so the injured place is particularly serious and looks a little shocking.

Shen Muhan never knew that the girl's skin couldn't bear to toss, so she touched it for about 7.5 seconds, and there were such silt marks.

Why is she so delicate?

Xia Jiu closed his eyes and Wei wronged his face into his long hair. His eyes were red.

Shen Muhan's eyes turned with ink and stared at her red lips. It seemed that he was exploring her emotions, but he couldn't find any clues.

She seems to be in a bad mood, but Shen Muhan has done everything he should do. Usually, if he is injured, he asks others to take care of him. Even he doesn't need others to take a bath and wash his hair. He can do almost everything by himself.

And he has done everything for her. Why does she still look unhappy?

"Does the wound really hurt so much?" Shen Muhan put down his medicine and asked.

"Well," Xia Jiu replied lazily. In fact, it doesn't hurt so much, but he always feels it hurts everywhere.

Not anywhere.

"Then go to sleep. It won't hurt when you sleep." Shen Muhan threw the quilt to her.

The quilt hit her on the head, and Xia Jiu's tears fell again, "Shen Muhan, are you going to kill me? You can either slap me in the face so that I won't be tortured by you all the time. Or you can just pack up your things and go out. Don't stay here and torture me. I'm really bitter enough. My hands are painful, my head is painful, my stomach is painful and hungry. I haven't eaten anything in a day, and I have to be hurt several times... "

Xia Jiu has never been a delicate woman. The last time she cried so hard, she was still when her parents died in a car accident. But today, I don't know why. She felt that she had suffered too many grievances. She accumulated them bit by bit, and then magnified them infinitely bit by bit.

Some have something to do with him, some have nothing to do with him, but after accumulation, all have become related to him.

"Pain? Hungry? "

Pain Shen Muhan can understand. After all, she has seen her weakness, but she is hungry. Doesn't she say she has no appetite?

Xia Jiu's face was hidden in his hair and didn't want to pay attention to Shen Muhan.

"Xia Jiu?" Shen Muhan's voice was deep and mellow, calling her name.

"You go! Don't pestle here! I've had enough of you! " Xia Jiu smashed the pillow.

Shen Muhan picked up the pillow and threw it back to the bed. He stepped out with his long legs.

Xia Jiu heard the sound of closing the door. The house suddenly became empty, and the bottom of her heart was empty.

It's all because of Shen Muhan. It's clear that her state of mind is very good without any change, but every time I see him, I will be out of breath by him.

You can't say it, you can't beat it, you can't compare with him in terms of shamelessness, and you deserve to be punished.

Xia Jiu was too tired. He lay on the pillow and closed his eyes vaguely.

After a while, a smell of food came from the tip of her nose. She reluctantly opened her beautiful eyes. The man in front of her was still cold, but he was holding a bowl of tomato and egg noodles, on which lay a golden poached fried egg.

Isn't he gone? Why are you back?

Shen Muhan sat down, his bony fingers held the chopsticks, picked a face and fed it to her lips, "don't you mean hungry? Eat when you are hungry. "

"No. I don't like noodles. " Xia Jiu angrily refused.

"Xia Jiu!" The man's eyes rolled with ink, "my patience is limited. What I do, what you eat. "

"I said I don't like noodles... Well..." the man had lost his patience and stuffed chopsticks into Xia Jiu's mouth.

Xia Jiu was forced to take a bite. It seemed that the taste was quite good... She didn't like noodles very much, but Shen Muhan cooked this one, which was light and refreshing, just suited her appetite.

Unexpectedly, there are delicious kinds of noodles. It seems that Shen Muhan's cooking is not bad.

Seeing that Xia Jiu no longer refused, Shen Muhan picked a face and fed it to her.

Xia Jiu asked curiously, "how can a young master like you know how to cook? Not to mention the young masters of other families, even old men like my father don't like cooking. "

"Starvation and cooking always have to choose the same." Shen Muhan's tone was faint.