Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 134 - 120.3

Secretly thinking: You’re a servant, but I’m not.

But on the surface, she still maintained that gentle appearance, "Thank you for the reminder, Aunt Zhou. As soon as I got to the second floor, I remembered what Mr. Mu said, so I didn’t knock on the door."

Aunt Zhou couldn’t tell if her words were true or not, and couldn’t speak too harshly, "It’s late, madam likes it quiet. Let’s go back to our rooms to rest early."

Zhao Ying poured the hangover tea into the kitchen sink, then stood at the counter, turned on the faucet, washed the cup in her hand, and replied in a low voice, "Got it."

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The door closed, Nan Wan withdrew her gaze and smiled, "I think you should cover yourself up."

Mr. Mu’s good figure being seen by others is quite a loss.

Mu Jin Huan’s tall nose touched hers, and he said without changing his expression, "Isn’t that Mrs. Mu’s job?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Turn off the light...

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In a daze, Nan Wan seemed to hear the sound of the phone vibrating.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...

She didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes. Even though she knew it was the phone on the bedside table ringing, she had no intention of answering it.

Mu Jin Huan leaned against the bedhead, glanced first at the person lying in his arm, then reached out to take the vibrating phone.

The screen flashed with two characters: Lu Li.

His eyes, which had long lost their warmth, were steady and deep again, watching the screen as it brightened and darkened, then brightened again.

The time displayed on the upper right corner of the phone: 1:37 AM.

His eyebrows seemed to tie in a knot.

Nan Wan turned over, murmuring softly, "Help me turn off the phone, it’s so noisy."

Mu Jin Huan’s well-defined fingers rubbed the edges of the phone, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking thoughtful.

The phone screen lit up for the third time, and a text message came in: Wanwan, are you asleep?

Although Nan Wan kept her eyes closed, she could hear the buzzing, and irritably brushed away the hair sticking to her face, turning over again.

She wanted to get the phone, but didn’t have the strength, "Is it a call from the hospital?"

She didn’t have many friends, except for the hospital emergency, no one should be calling her at such an hour.

Mu Jin Huan gazed at her face, still flushed, with deep furrows in his eyebrows, and gently rubbed her exposed shoulder with his thumb.

After hesitating for a while, he unlocked the screen, calmly tapping a few times on it.

After deleting the text and missed call records, he tossed the phone onto the bedside table, "Junk message."

Pulling back the blanket, he got up and lifted the woman soft and limp off the bed.

As her body was lifted, Nan Wan instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, knowing what he intended, but still leaning powerlessly into his embrace, "You wash, I’m tired, I want to sleep."

Though she felt so sticky it was uncomfortable, she had to get up early tomorrow, obviously sleeping was more important.

Mu Jin Huan kicked open the semi-closed door with his foot, walked into the bathroom, and said flatly, "Holding you is uncomfortable."

Nan Wan: "..."

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Last night after taking a bath, when Mu Jin Huan blow-dried Nan Wan’s hair, it was already past two.

They got up at 7 in the morning, so both had slept for less than five hours, yet there was no sign of fatigue in their eyes.

One looked refreshed, the other rosy-cheeked.

During breakfast, Zhao Ying stayed in the kitchen the whole time, and after cleaning the kitchenware, she began wiping plates.

Aunt Zhou noticed, though she didn’t understand the sudden change, she was still heartened in the end.

Mu Jin Huan looked at the half-eaten sandwich, frowning, "Eat a little more."

Nan Wan originally didn’t have the habit of eating breakfast, but living with him, all her habits were overturned.

He had a body clock, and when it was time, he would wake up; she said she hadn’t slept well and wanted to nap a few more minutes, skip breakfast, but ended up being dragged out of bed by him.

Dominant and overbearing.

She shook her head, raised her hand, and let down her loosely tied hair, "I’m almost late."

After a glance at the time on his watch, Mu Jin Huan poured half a cup of milk into her glass, "I’ll drive you, you won’t be late."

Was he planning to personally take her to work?

Nan Wan paused her movements, "The hospital is not on the way to your company, I can take a cab myself."

Mu Jin Huan leaned back on the chair, dressed in a suit, with slightly furrowed brows, the exquisite cufflinks reflecting sunlight, dignified and elegant.

His calm black eyes looked at Nan Wan across the table, thin lips slightly parted, speaking slowly, "I’m not in a hurry."

Nan Wan was a little puzzled.

He was very busy, so busy that even in the car, he was dealing with work emails.