The reborn husband returns

Chapter 35

Jiang Huaisheng struggled to hold back his smile, if Mo Ying wanted to leave, he would have already left, why bother to give him medicine while being angry with him.

What's more, Mo Ying's ability to tell such a joke is obviously a little closer to him.

"Okay, go to sleep." Mo Ying thought for a while, but couldn't say anything to comfort her, so she said dryly.

As he spoke, he planned to get out of bed to wash his hands, but before he got out of bed, he was hugged by Jiang Huaisheng who was holding back his laughter.

Mo Ying's hands were covered with ointment, so he had no choice but to push Jiang Huaisheng with his arms, "Be careful to get the ointment on your clothes."

He was pressed on the bed, and looked into Jiang Huaisheng's eyes when he raised his eyes. He was taken aback by the watery eyes, and his voice softened.

"I won't leave, this injury..." It's not serious, so nothing will happen.

Jiang Huaisheng gagged his mouth, and while Mo Ying was in a daze, he quickly took off his shirt and lay on Mo Ying's body.

Mo Ying pushed him with her arm, "I'm going to wash my hands."

"No, you said you won't leave." Jiang Huaisheng pressed his head on Mo Ying's neck and rubbed it twice.

Mo Ying was dumbfounded, what he said was obviously another matter.

Mo Ying was silent for a while, but still compromised, "I'll come back after washing my hands."

"Still in bed."

The corners of Jiang Huaisheng's mouth curled up, he pulled his clothes, and wiped Mo Ying's fingers carefully, "This ointment is not greasy, it doesn't do any harm, just wipe it off."

Mo Ying lowered her eyes and let him wipe her hands clean.

Seeing that his attitude softened, Jiang Huaisheng hugged Mo Ying even more aggressively, planning to just sleep like this.

In the middle of the night, he noticed the movement of the person in his arms, and quickly opened his eyes, only to see that Mo Ying had sat up, planning to get out of bed over him.

Jiang Huaisheng's drowsiness was scared away, he quickly grabbed Mo Ying, and persuaded him earnestly, "Ying Bao, it's my fault, I always talk nonsense, you should let me suffer if you are angry, why bother yourself Woolen cloth?"

"Release." Mo Ying saw that Jiang Huaisheng was about to say more, so he continued, "I'll take the quilt."

He had just been woken up by the cool wind at night, only then did he remember that Jiang Huaisheng had medicine on his back, and he slept with his upper body naked all night without a quilt, fearing that he might catch a cold again.

"Really?" Jiang Huaisheng didn't quite believe it, he pointed to the one inside the bed, "Isn't there another bed inside?"

Mo Ying glanced at him, and there was a hint of guilt in his voice, "That one was for me."

"Then where are you now?" Jiang Huaisheng felt that it was too much effort to turn his head. He rubbed his back, and the sticky feeling of the ointment was no longer there. He lay directly on the bed, only to notice the cool air blowing in through the crack of the window. wind.

"Isn't it enough for the two of us to build a bed? The quilt is not too small."

What's more, didn't they sleep like this before?

That being said, Mo Ying felt that the ointment had a strong smell, if it was even stained on the quilt, it would be torture for him to go back to sleep.

He said vaguely, "Anyway, I'll get you a bed first."

Jiang Huaisheng couldn't resist him, and after a while, he had to sleep next to Mo Ying wrapped in an old quilt.

In the early morning of the second day, Jiang Huaisheng just woke up, and successfully stole a kiss on Mo Ying's lips. He turned over and sat up again, and found that his back didn't hurt anymore.

The joy on the face is even more.

He happily got up to cook, Mo Ying also sat up with strong support, wrinkled his nose, put the quilt covered by Jiang Huaisheng on the box, and pulled the sheet to wash it.

Jiang Huaisheng glanced out when he heard the movement, saw him coming out with the sheets in his arms, and hurriedly stopped Mo Ying, "I just changed them yesterday, the previous ones haven't been washed yet."

If this is washed again, they won't have anything to cushion tonight.

Who knows that before he walked into Mo Ying, he saw Mo Ying taking a step back slowly, frowning, eyes still closed, "Smelly."

"Where does it stink?" Jiang Huaisheng smelled it. He took a shower last night and changed his clothes just this morning. He cooked porridge just now, but it didn't smell much.

After asking, he looked at the ball of sheets in Mo Ying's arms, and suddenly thought of a possibility, he asked tentatively, "Is it the smell of ointment?"

Mo Ying didn't answer, but Jiang Huaisheng was sure about it from his expression.

Thinking about having to share the quilt with him last night, Jiang Huai was full of fear.

He hugged Mo Ying's waist, and kissed Mo Ying's lips. At the end, he bit his ear with Mo Ying again, "You hate me?"

"Let me stain you, too."

Mo Ying frowned tightly, yawned a little, slowly opened her eyes, and then widened them.

"Why are you here?"

"How do I know that you still despise me when I'm not here?" Jiang Huaisheng didn't let go of his hand, he looked down at the sheets in Mo Ying's arms, "Even the sheets I slept on should be washed quickly."

His sad tone made Mo Ying feel a little guilty.

Mo Ying bit her lip and didn't say anything, but hugged the sheet tightly in her arms, afraid that Jiang Huaisheng would take it back and put it on the bed.

His sense of smell was occasionally sharp, but this time he could smell all the ointments, with some pungent and weird aromas, which kept him distracted.

Jiang Huaisheng was so soft-hearted that he looked at it like this, so he nodded his head, "Just wash it, put it in the basin and I'll wash it later. The weather is good these two days, so I should be able to do it in the evening."

After he finished speaking, Mo Ying obviously felt relieved.

"Are you satisfied?" Jiang Huaisheng couldn't help pinching Mo Ying's cheeks, and he could use tricks, which really made people unable to let go.

Mo Ying nodded hesitantly, then pursed her lips and smiled, "I can wash it too."

The sheets were naturally unwashed, and Mo Ying was helping at the side, holding the basin to get the clothes, and watching Jiang Huaisheng wash a pair of underpants, without raising her head in embarrassment.

Because of this, Mo Ying didn't meet Jiang Huaisheng's eyes for two or three days, and even went to bed early at night.

Jiang Huaisheng thought that he would be busy again after he recovered from his injury, and he was even more attached to Mo Ying, but Mo Ying was very shy these few days, and he didn't give in to him.

When Yuan Run came over, Jiang Huaisheng had just come back from running outside and was practicing weightlifting in the yard. Although it was shameful to use force to suppress Mo Ying, how could he eat a delicious little husband without resorting to some extraordinary means?

Jiang Huaisheng shook his sore arm, secretly calculating the chances of him kissing Mo Ying now.

"Huaisheng," Yuan Run was taken aback when he saw what he was doing, and then went straight to the point, "The iron tool is finished, you can go and have a look in the next two days, and change it if you are not satisfied."

"So soon?" Jiang Huaisheng thought he would have to wait ten days and a half.

The two of them were talking about something, Mo Ying lifted the book up, covered her face, and bent her eyes.

He secretly weighed the thing that Jiang Huai raised, probably to the same extent as when he exercised his arm strength when he was eleven or twelve years old.

He also knew that Jiang Huaisheng was suffocated these two days. After all, he hid when he looked up, and Jiang Huaisheng could kiss him every day before he woke up, and he behaved well on weekdays.

It's just that Jiang Huaisheng tried to suppress him by force.

Mo Ying covered her lower lip, and at Jiang Huaisheng's speed, it would take at least two or three years before she could wrestle with him on the bed.

It has to be under the premise that he has neglected martial arts.

Just as Mo Ying was thinking, the book in front of him was taken away. Jiang Huaisheng stood in front of him, looking at him curiously, "What are you laughing at?"