Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

When Xu Yan returned to Tianlan Jinyuan, her whole body was ill, as if she had a serious illness.

Getting into the bed and curling up, Xu Yan shivered as if falling into the ice cellar.

"Child, my child..." Xu Yan covered herself in the blankets, crying as much as she wanted.

Her chest is tight, and her heart has been throbbing violently.

Just like two years ago, she returned to those dark days again.

She can't forget her children, she hates her incompetence, hates herself for failing to protect her children.

That was the first child of her and Mu Nanfeng.

How she wished him to be born safely.

But... but the child couldn't keep it after all.

In the past two years, there has not been a day when she did not blame herself.

In the past two years, she dared not mention the child's matter to anyone.

In the past two years, she has used her work to paralyze herself and lead a busy life every day, just to escape the past.

She can never forgive herself.

After losing her child, she had a big shadow in her heart.

She didn't dare to get pregnant again, and she didn't dare to go to the hospital.

She didn't have the courage to be a mother, and she was afraid that she would experience that kind of pain again.

Tears soaked the bed sheets, Xu Yan's crying sound came out through the quilt, her voice was so heartbreaking, so distraught.

No one knows how painful she is.

But she never dared to show this kind of pain in front of others, she was afraid that everyone would worry about her.

She was even more afraid that Mu Nanfeng would be silently uncomfortable seeing her like this.

Xu Yan cried secretly for a long time by herself, and she tried her best to hold back her grief when the sun went down.

She was afraid that Mu Nanfeng would see her tears when she came back.

Xu Yan got off the bed and went to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

Tears on the face, red and swollen eyes.

Her face was obviously bloated.

Xu Yan turned on the faucet and washed her face.

She patted her face, wondering if she could pat her face back in this way, but the result of doing so was that the more she patted, the more swollen she was.

Xu Yan felt helpless and went to take the eye cream and evenly rub it around the eyes and massage gently.

Applying eye cream did get better, but I could still see the redness and swelling in some areas, which did not immediately improve her condition.

In the end, Xu Yan couldn't help but took a box of facial mask mud and applied it on her face.

This kind of mask is the kind of black, black is the thinnest, so she can't see if her face is bloated after painting.

Xu Yan was satisfied after applying the mask.

At this moment, Mu Nanfeng happened to return home and walked upstairs.

Xu Yan took two deep breaths into the mirror.

When she came out, she just happened to ran into Mu Nanfeng.

"Huh, are you back?" Xu Yan's tone was very gentle, looking at Mu Nanfeng with a smile.

Seeing her smeared black, Mu Nanfeng thought if she had mud on her face, he pointed to Xu Yan's small face and asked.

"Yan'er, what's wrong with your face?"

Xu Yanxu smiled: "This, the latest face mask, I have to apply it all night."

In fact, she bought this mask a long time ago, but Mu Nanfeng has never seen it before, and she just came in handy today.

Mu Nanfeng nodded, feeling very strange.

He praised: "It's pretty good-looking."

Xu Yan: "..."

With such a dark mask on his face, Mu Nanfeng said it looks good?

Is his eye problem? Or did Xu Yan have auditory hallucinations?

Xu Yan now has only one pair of eyes and one mouth exposed. Where can he tell that she looks good?

"Would you like to apply some for you?" Xu Yan was half joking, not wanting him to find out that he was in the wrong state today.

Anyway, she is now wearing a mask, and the other party shouldn't be able to tell that she is smiling.

Mu Nanfeng curled her lips, "Okay."

Xu Yan was stunned.

The next moment Mu Nanfeng leaned over and pressed Xu Yan against the wall, "I want you to apply it to me personally."

Xu Yan was stuck in the corner of the wall like a bird, feeling a strong breath radiating to the surroundings.

She stretched out her little hand with nowhere to put, pushed Mu Nanfeng's chest, and agreed, "Okay."

"I'll take a shower first." Mu Nanfeng reached out and touched her head, and walked sideways into the bathroom.

Xu Yan returned to the room, thinking fortunately that he didn't let him see it.

On the other side, Mu Nanfeng closed the bathroom door, his eyes moistened instantly.

How could he not see it.

Xu Yan could block the bloated face, but she could not block the ruddy eyes.

Her eyes are obviously traces of crying.

Every inch of Xu Yan's skin and every part are familiar to him.

She had cried, how could he not tell.

That is his favorite Yan'er.

Mu Nanfeng knew that Xu Yan must have cried because of a child.

In fact, when Xu Yan collapsed many times in the past two years, she always hid quietly, feeling sad by herself, and didn't want anyone to know.

But in fact, Mu Nanfeng saw it all in his eyes, every time he looked at Xu Yan silently, not daring to come close.

He knew that Xu Yan was not worried about him, but the more Xu Yan bears it, the more empathetic he is, the more he feels that he is not doing well enough.

That child is the crystallization of their love.

They dare not touch the deep scar easily.

Mu Nanfeng could only endure it every time. He wanted to heal Xu Yan, but he didn't know how to heal her scarred heart.

He wondered, would it be possible to relieve some of the pain when they had another child? Wouldn't Xu Yan be so sad?

But he knew better than anyone else that Xu Yan's heart had already cast shadows, and she didn't dare to get pregnant at all.

Perhaps in the past few years, they will no longer plan to have children.

What Mu Nanfeng can do now is to accompany Xu Yan.

Take off your clothes and turn on the shower.

Mu Nanfeng adjusted the water to the maximum and stood in the middle of the bathroom, as if he had been washed and washed by a downpour.

Half an hour later, he walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.

When he came to the room, Xu Yan was ready to apply a facial mask for him.

Mu Nanfeng walked over obediently, sat opposite Xu Yan, and took the initiative to move his face in front of Xu Yan.

The eyes of the two met each other, and the corners of their mouths rose for a moment.

"I'm starting." Xu Yanwen said.

"My wife, Lao." Mu Nanfeng smiled softly.

This smile is like a spring breeze.

Xu Yan put his fingers into the mask box and began to smear Mu Nanfeng's face.

She was surprised to find that applying to others felt different from applying to herself.

Mu Nanfeng's skin is very good, even better than women.

When she touched his skin, she only felt a cold feeling, very comfortable.

She likes this feeling.

After a while, Mu Nanfeng also became black.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but want to laugh.

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