Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

Early the next morning, Xiao Mo got up early to make breakfast for Wen Ziyi, and he personally brought it to the bed to feed her.

It had snowed all night, and there was already a white snow outside. The cold wind was blowing, and the bald branches were swaying in the cold wind.

Snow overwhelmingly fell down like catkins, and there were children making snowmen outside.

Xiao Mo and Wen Ziai came to the hospital early and did various checks.

Since Wen Zimei fainted last time, Xiao Mo had to take her to check every few hours to show her peace of mind.

Wen Zimei is recovering well, and her condition is stable now, but she will continue to undergo chemotherapy after a while.

Before she found the bone marrow, she had to rely on chemotherapy to kill her.

Chemotherapy is very painful. Every time Wen Ziying finishes it, she seems to have lost half her life. Now she can't help but tremble when she hears the word chemotherapy.

Sometimes she really wanted to die, but she couldn't bear the world.

To be precise, he was reluctant to bear Mu Nanfeng.

Mu Nanfeng is her world.

After checking, Wen Zimei found an excuse to go to the bathroom and asked Xiao Mo to sit in a chair and wait for her.

She secretly ran to the plastic surgery department to ask the doctor about some things, and then made an appointment for the operation.

A few minutes later, she returned to Xiao Mo, and the two of them left the hospital together and went straight back home.

Mu's Villa.

Xu Yan squatted down, happily shoveling snow with a small shovel in her hand.

She kneaded a small snow ball first, and then started rolling snowballs all over the garden, rolling bigger and bigger.

Mu Nanfeng stood in the snow, watching her play happily like a child.

It didn't take long for Xu Yan to build a very western style snowman.

She used carrots as her nose, glass balls as eyes, and red rope as her mouth. Xu Yan also took off her knitted hat and put it on.

"It's really like you." Mu Nanfeng embraced his arms, stroked his chin with his slender fingers, and smiled.

Xu Yan retorted: "No, it's you who I am."

Then she ran over and grabbed Mu Nanfeng's scarf aggressively and put it on the snowman.

"You can see it now?" Xu Yan stood proudly beside the snowman, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Mu Nanfeng smiled dozingly, "I really can't help you."

He silently took out his phone and took a picture of Xu Yan and Snowman.

In the photo, Xu Yan smiled extremely beautifully.

Seeing that Xu Yan's little hands were red, Mu Nanfeng said distressedly: "Have you played enough? If you have enough, come back with me."

Xu Yan did feel cold, and this winter was even colder than before.

She held her hands, her mouth was warm, and ran towards Mu Nanfeng, "Enough fun."

The two went back to the house together and sat at the coffee table with electric heating. Xu Yan lifted the blanket on the coffee table and put it on her lap, making it warmer.

Aunt Liu brought two cups of ginger soup to warm the stomach.

Xu Yan took a sip and felt the blood all over his body boil again.

At this time, Mu Nanfeng received a call, and the company had important matters waiting for him to deal with it.

Mu Nanfeng's face was a bit ugly, but he quickly hid his emotions.

Hang up the phone.

Mu Nanfeng abruptly got up, tidyed up his clothes, and said to Xu Yan, "I have to go to the company. Recently, Tinglan will be busy. I may not be back at the company after sleeping in the company these days."

He touched Xu Yan's head, "If you feel bored at home, you can find Miss Luo to accompany you, and come back to accompany you as soon as possible after I finish dealing with the company."

"Well, I see, you are busy, don't worry about me."

Xu Yan can understand his busyness at this stage, and the real estate industry will be busy towards the end of the year.

This is also the biggest trump card in Mu Nanfeng's hand. If a star is gone, it may just bite off a piece of meat from Mu Nanfeng's body.

But if Tinglan was gone, that would be Mu Nanfeng's entire wealth and life.

Mu Nanfeng must stare at Tinglan all the time now, and can't allow it to make any mistakes.

And what Xu Yan can do now is to take good care of herself and not let him worry about it.

Now Chenxing's several projects have been stabilized, and her task is not heavy, she designs and designs clothes every day, which is very leisurely.

Before he left, Mu Nanfeng was still a little worried, and said, "Xiao Mo still have to be careful and try to let Yanxi send more people to protect you."

Although Yanxi didn't listen to his arrangements now, he believed that Ye Xingchen's heart to protect Xu Yan was hotter than anyone else.

Now that Ye Xingchen was in the imperial capital, he was relieved a lot.

"Don't worry, when I go out now, Big Brother Xi will never leave." Xu Yan knew that he had never put down his guard against Xiao Mo.

She also knew that Mu Nanfeng had always blamed herself for her imprisonment, so she was so vigilant.

But now Xiao Mo is all about Wen Zimei, and he has no extra energy to deal with them. Without this opponent, they would be much easier.

Xu Yan didn't worry that Xiao Mo would be a demon again.

Seeing what Xiao Mo is doing now, he doesn't seem to plan to compete with Mu Nanfeng anymore.

Their greatest enemy seems to have given up struggling.

Xu Yan felt that life seemed to have returned to the most peaceful period, but somehow she still felt very anxious.

"Then I'm leaving, you are at home obediently, but don't run out to play in the snow anymore."

Mu Nanfeng bent down and squeezed her face.

"I know." Xu Yan looked at him dumbly, Huo Ran got up, and Xiaoniao held his arm in a friendly manner, "I'll send you out."

The two of them are stuck together like glue.

When I walked to the gate of the villa, I watched Mu Nanfeng stop suddenly, "Okay, just send it here, it's windy outside, you hurry back to the house and stay."

The driver's car had been parked at the door, and Mu Nanfeng was about to board the car.

Xu Yan suddenly grabbed him, and snorted on his right cheek, "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back at home."

Xu Yan bowed her head shyly after speaking.

"Go, I watched you enter the house."

Mu Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, looked at her shy appearance, and smiled happily.

This was only a brief difference. Xu Yan didn't want to make the atmosphere too sad, so she turned around and went back to the house with a gesture of goodbye.

There was still Xu Yan's remaining warmth on his face, and Mu Nanfeng reached out and touched the position of the kiss.

This kiss has a scent that belongs to her, which is very nostalgic.

Mu Nanfeng got in the car and went straight to the company.

Xu Yan felt bored as soon as she returned to the villa. She took out her mobile phone and prepared to send a text message to Luo Ya'er.

After typing, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, and she chose to withdraw.

Luo Ya'er and Bai Ruiqian are in a passionate relationship, so it is better not to disturb the little couple.

Moreover, Bai Ruiqian was still recovering from her wounds. If she called Luo Ya'er away, she would be a bit unrighteous.

So Xu Yan could only put down the phone in silence and ordered the maid to pick some flowers in the garden. She used flower arrangements to pass the time.

One hour after Mu Nanfeng left, Uncle Zhang received an emergency call.

He ran upstairs panting, and said as he ran, "Madam, it's not good."

Xu Yan was concentrating on trimming the roots of those flowers with scissors.

Hearing Uncle Zhang's anxious voice, Xu Yan paused in his hand, "What's wrong with Uncle Zhang? What's the flustered thing?"

In Xu Yan's impression, Uncle Zhang has always been mature and stable in his life, and he rarely feels so flustered.

She had a bad hunch in her heart and felt that something big was about to happen.

Uncle Zhang looked sad and said anxiously: "Madam, there has just been news from Tianlan Jinyuan that the master is ill."

"what?"

The scissors in Xu Yan's hand slipped and fell straight to the ground, almost scratching her foot.

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