When Wushuang heard her saying that she wanted to sleep here, she felt warm in her heart, but she felt it was unnecessary and said, "I'm fine. You don't have to stay with me here. There are so many doctors and nurses here. If you don't go back, Aunt Su should be worried."

Already."

"It doesn't matter. I told her I won't go back. Look, this place looks like a ward. If I weren't afraid of pressing you down, I would sleep in the same bed with you. I especially miss the days when we slept in the same bed and chatted."

Wu Shuang smiled knowingly and followed her.

Facts have proved that Su Ran was right to stay. The whole night, Wushuang's sprained area was hot and painful, and he could not sleep at all. The two kept chatting like this.

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When Mu Jinchen returned to his old house, Mu Zhilan was still waiting for him in the living room. His back was as straight as a primary school student, but his head could not help but doze off little by little.

His sister is the most dignified woman he has ever seen. She lives a very delicate life and always takes care of herself very carefully. Even at home, she always wears exquisite makeup, a cheongsam and high heels, and she always looks noble and elegant.

She always speaks slowly and softly, never loses her temper with others, and is kind even to her servants. She is probably the most noble lady he has ever seen.

Perhaps due to his sister's influence, he is more likely to be attracted to women who are more subtle.

The elegant living room was only lit by a dim yellow ring light, and it was very quiet. The servants must have gone to rest. Aunt Rong was the only one standing upright, looking up from time to time at the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall.

Just like a master, there are also servants. Aunt Rong is also a dignified and well-mannered person.

Seeing him coming back, I felt blessed and said softly, "The young master is back."

Mu Jinchen nodded.

Mu Zhilan woke up from her dream and called out softly, "Chen'er is back?" His voice was still a little confused, and he even mistook the direction of the door.

Mu Jinchen frowned, walked to her and sat down, "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me? Go to bed early if you are tired. What if I don't come back in the middle of the night? How long are you going to wait?"

There was no blame in her tone, only a touch of heartache. Although she was a peer, she had raised him single-handedly. She was like an elder sister like a mother. She had been worrying about him like this since she was a child, and would not listen to him no matter what he said.

"You're not tired, you're not tired. Let my sister take a look at you." She reached out and touched the floor lamp next to her, and the surrounding area suddenly lit up.

Mu Zhilan reached out and touched his eyebrows, "You've lost some weight, don't frown like an old man all the time. Are you hungry? Do you want some midnight snacks?"

Mu Jinchen sighed softly, took her hand and put it on his palm, patting the back of her hand gently, "Sister, I'm not hungry. You go and rest first. Aunt Rong is already tired from standing."

Mu Zhilan turned around and looked at Aunt Rong, with a slight scolding in her tone, "Xiao Rong, they say you don't have to stand when there are no guests, but you just don't listen. Your waist is not healed yet."

"Miss, the rules must not be broken. Okay, the young master is back, let's go up and rest." Aunt Rong said and came over to help Mu Zhilan.

Mu Zhilan missed Mu Jinchen so much. She had just squinted for a while and was not so tired. She didn't want to go to bed now. "I want to have a conversation with Chen'er. You are tired, so go and rest first."

"This..." Aunt Rong glanced at Mu Jinchen in embarrassment. The young master is really the lifeblood of the young lady, more important than anything else.
Chapter completed!