The general is in charge of the routine again

Cheng Liqiao didn't want to entangle with Yang Jianxin whether Wen Mu was a good guy or a bad guy. Anyway, he knew that nothing good would happen if he messed with Wen Mu.

Back in the room, Cheng Liqiao was one of the first two, he didn't enter the team camp, if word got out and Wen Mu entered his house, it would be a disaster!

Yang Jianxin didn't worry about this. He was only worried about Wen Mu. When he entered the room, Wen Mu was still asleep. It seemed that the wound was in severe pain. He kept frowning, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

His heart ached so badly, but there was nothing he could do, he could only take Wen Mu's hand and blow gently.

The next day, Wen Mu woke up, looking at Yang Jianxin's two dark circles, with red threads in his eyes, he was extremely haggard, and felt distressed for no reason.

Seeing Wen Mu wake up, Yang Jianxin was overjoyed. He hurriedly brought a cup of hot water to his mouth and said, "Drink some water first. I made porridge. Have some later?"

Wen Mu nodded, his hands couldn't move anymore, he could only half clenched his fists and couldn't open them.Yesterday Yang Jianxin didn't dare to sew up Wen Mu's wound, so he took medicine to stop the bleeding, and invited a doctor overnight, and the doctor came to sew up Wen Mu's wound.

It's just that he was given anesthesia, so he didn't wake up from the pain during the stitches.

Wen Mu took a sip of water from Yang Jianxin's hand, and rubbed Yang Jianxin with the back of his hand wrapped into a rice dumpling. Even he didn't know it. At this moment, his eyes were filled with distress: "Didn't sleep all night?"

Yang Jianxin's eyes flickered, and a drop of crystal water fell down Yang Jianxin's face.

Wen Mu immediately panicked, and wiped his tears with both hands: "Don't cry, I don't hurt, really, I don't hurt at all, fortunately you're fine, if those two swords stab you, how much It's dangerous, I just got a little injury on both hands, compared to your life, it's really nothing at all."

Yang Jianxin wiped away his tears with his sleeve: "I didn't cry, I'm dignified—"

"You majestic nine-foot man, how could you shed tears, right?" Wen Mu took his words and said what he had to say, Yang Jianxin frowned slightly, "I know, it is impossible for us General Yang to shed tears. "

Yang Jianxin looked at Wen Mu who was molesting him, and the feelings that had just been brewed were gone.

Instead, he laughed.

Yang Jianxin put his head on Wen Mu's shoulder, and said sullenly: "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must not come up to block it yourself. I am stubborn, and that little injury is nothing to me. You are different, you It's a pity that it's white and tender, with a little scar left on its body."

Wen Mu looked at the generous back and hugged him with both hands, feeling extraordinarily calm. She just wanted this scene to stay longer and not pass so quickly.

Now Wen Mu's hands can't get wet, so whether it's washing his face or dressing up, Yang Jianxin has to do it himself.

No one in Wen's residence died, only Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao, Xiao San Xiao Si, and Xiao Si received the sweat medicine, probably because they were afraid that the fight would arouse Wen Mu's vigilance, so they planned to get the hidden guards and kill him silently.

It's just that Yang Jianxin's hearing power is excellent.

Cheng Liqiao secretly sent 15 people to protect Wen Mu secretly. Who let his own foolish boy be taken away by Wen Mu's courtier and poured into the ecstasy soup, it must be Wen Mu.

The four of them knelt in front of Wen Mu, and the four of them were expressionless, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

Wen Mu glanced at the four of them and said: "Get up, it has nothing to do with you this time, and it's not something you four can stop if they want to kill me."

Xiao Yidao: "This time, it's my subordinates' dereliction of duty. I didn't find their whereabouts. I really deserve to die."

"It's not time to die yet." Wen Mu said, "My Wen Mansion is only protected by the four of you. If I kill you too, I will really stick my head out and let those people kill you."

Yang Jianxin frowned slightly, and when Xiaoyi and the others went out, he said displeasedly: "What did you say just now, why do you keep talking about whether you will die or not? You think you can't die, right?"

Wen Mu glanced at him and opened his mouth wide: "I want to eat dried fruit."

Yang Jianxin took the dried fruit speechlessly and fed him one by one.

After dinner, Wen Mu wanted to congratulate him, but was too embarrassed to tell Yang Jianxin.

Although he was also injured before, he was the one who came by himself during Dagong. Now that his hand is injured, he can't wipe it when he wipes it. He must wipe it off.

But this kind of thing is really shameful!

After Yang Jianxin finished his busy work, he saw that he was sitting on the bed frowning, with an expression of an important announcement on his face, thinking that Wen Mu was not happy about what he had done, so he panicked on the spot.

Cautiously, she moved closer to Wen Mu's side, and squeezed Wen Mu's shoulders a little flatteringly.

Wen Mu glanced at him, made a decision, and stammered, "That..."

Wen Mu lowered her head, but her face turned red, "You, I—"

Yang Jianxin was terrified when Wen Mu spoke hesitantly. He thought about it from the beginning to the end, but he didn't think of what he had done to make Wen Mu angry.

After a cup of tea, Wen Mu's stomach made a loud sound, and then Wen Mu's face changed.

Yang Jianxin stared at Wen Mu's stomach, thinking that he might have misunderstood something, until he smelled a smell of rotten eggs.

He was even more certain that he had misunderstood.

Wen Mu also smelled it herself, and immediately even the roots of her ears turned red.

Lifting his eyes quietly, he saw a smile hanging from the corner of Yang Jianxin's eyes, and when he was in a hurry, he went up to cover Yang Jianxin's nose, and in a hurry, he couldn't stand still, so he straddled Yang Jianxin's lap, and subconsciously supported him. His chest was pulled to the wound, and he let out a soft cry.

Yang Jianxin quickly held his hand and found that the wound was not open, so he said: "Why do you always do things rashly, you will hurt if you tear the wound."

Wen Mu didn't want to talk to him, so he pushed him away, without even putting on any clothes, he went to get the pail.

Can he carry a pail with his hands that make rice dumplings?

Yang Jianxin took a big stride, passed him, went out and took the pail, and put it in the back room.

At this time, Wen Mu's stomach hurts so much that he no longer thinks about being shy or not, he hurriedly stood in front of the Gong barrel, and stomped his feet anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up, Yang Jianxin help me take off my pants, I'm in a hurry!"

Yang Jianxin looked at Wen Mu who was jumping, and thought it was very interesting. He stepped forward and untied his belt, Wen Mu hurriedly squatted down, and there were several rings in succession, and the smell came out, Wen Mu heaved a sigh of relief.

But when he saw Yang Jianxin standing in front of him and looking at him, he reacted belatedly, and Yang Jianxin completely noticed his gaffe just now!

Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck Wen Mu's head.

"Why don't you go out?" Wen Mu looked like a cooked shrimp at the moment, red from head to tail.

Yang Jianxin deliberately teased him: "You didn't let me go out."

"You!" Wen Mu avoided Yang Jianxin's eyes, and with a little lack of confidence, he whispered, "Then why do you still have the habit of watching others show respect?"

The corner of Yang Jianxin's mouth curled up into a smile: "I don't have the habit of watching others show respect, I'm just afraid that you won't be able to wipe your own ass."

With a 'boom', Wen Mu's redness that had just faded instantly rose again, this time the redness was even stronger, as if he had been drunk.

Wen Mu stopped talking, buried his head in his hands, and told himself in his heart, Wen Mu don't want to listen to that rough man's vulgar words, he is just a vulgar man.

After squatting for less than a cup of tea, Wen Mu thought about it, and quietly looked at Yang Jianxin who was still standing aside waiting to wipe his butt through the gap between his palms, a little tangled.

He really couldn't say what to ask Yang Jianxin to wipe his ass.

Yang Jianxin saw his thoughts, took the toilet paper and squatted in front of Wen Mu, looked at the little thing with shrunken head and said, "Are you going?"

Wen Mu didn't want to talk to him.

Yang Jianxin already knew what he meant, his arm passed through Wen Mu's chest, and stopped under the armpit. With a lot of strength, Wen Mu was picked up by Yang Jianxin and placed on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Wen Mu looked at him in bewilderment, fearing that the disturbance would push Yang Jianxin down, so Wen Mu, who went well, lay on his lap.

Wen Mu: "..."

Looking at the elastic white skin, Yang Jianxin felt a little parched, his Adam's apple moved, and he wiped it off slowly with toilet paper and threw it into the bucket with interest.

Lifting his pants, he hugged Wen Mu, who was too shy to lift his head, and put him under the blanket.

He turned around and lifted the bucket out of the door.

Standing at the head of the bed and looking at the person hiding under the quilt, he couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Do you want to read the script for a while? I just bought a script for a few days. I haven't read it yet. I just want to read it." I've heard people say it looks great."

A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Don't look, I'm going to sleep!"

Yang Jianxin smiled softly and said: "Okay, go to sleep, I will put the newly bought vernacular on your desk, if you want to read it, remember to read it."

Wen Mu ignored him, huddled under the quilt and looked like a turtle.

Yang Jianxin blew out the candles and went to bed.Turning over to face the ball under the quilt, quietly opened a corner, immediately stretched out a hand to push down the quilt and put it on his head.

He lifted the side of his cover again, blinking at him with a pair of black eyes, looking a little angry, but more with a little grievance.

Yang Jianxin also turned into the quilt suddenly, and it became pitch black in an instant, but the two of them could feel each other's breath, they were so close, even Wen Mu who was so close felt that he robbed her of the air and became It was difficult to get out of breath, and it was a little hot.

"Want to play hide and seek?" Yang Jianxin whispered, "I caught you."

Yang Jianxin pinched Wen Mu's waist accurately, causing Wen Mu to laugh a few times and move around a few times, sending himself into Yang Jianxin's arms.

"Wen Mu." Yang Jianxin called him, Wen Mu stopped moving and looked at him quietly, although he couldn't see anything, Wen Mu could feel that Yang Jianxin was looking at him seriously.

"What's wrong?" Wen Mu asked in a low voice.

Yang Jianxin: "Are you happy with me?"

Wen Mu nodded, and then realized that the bed was so dark, how could Yang Jianxin see it, so he said "hmm" again.

"Then do you want to be with me?"

"Aren't we always together?" Wen Mu didn't understand why Yang Jianxin would ask such a stupid question, "We eat together, sleep together, and do everything together, why do you ask such a stupid question?"

Yang Jianxin: "..."

Yang Jianxin: "It's nothing, I'm afraid you won't be happy when you're with me."

"I'm very happy." Wen Mu felt that Yang Jianxin was in a low mood, and held his hand and said, "From the age of 11 until now, the only time I'm happiest is when I'm with you."

"Really?" Yang Jianxin's mood jumped up, "Are you really happy getting along with me?"

Wen Mu touched his hand, Yang Jianxin's hand was really rough, and it felt a little chapped: "Of course, you go down and get the makeup box you gave me."

"What are you doing with that?"

"If you ask you to take it, you can take it. There's so much nonsense." Wen Mu pushed him.

Yang Jianxin turned over and got off the ground, lighted the lantern hanging from the bed curtain with his bare feet, and carried it to the mirror to get the makeup box for him.

At this moment, Wen Mu lost her shyness, sat up and took the makeup box, the obscene clothes were a little loose just now, revealing a piece of skin, Yang Jianxin stared straight at it.

Wen Mu took out the hand ointment, stretched out his hand and said, "Take your hand here."

"What do you do?" He said and passed his hand over.

Wen Mu opened the lid of the hand ointment, dug a lump, looked at it distressedly for a few seconds, and put it on Yang Jianxin's hand.

Yang Jianxin saw his expression in his eyes, and was quite surprised to see him apply the ointment on his hand, so he hurriedly said: "What are you doing with my hands, it's a waste!"

As she spoke, she was about to pull out her hand, but Wen Mu held her back: "Don't move!"

Wen Mu took a look at him, her eyes hung coquettishly, "Look at how rough your hands are, they're calloused and chapped."

Wen Muzai carefully wiped his hands all over, not even sparing the belly of his thumb.

Yang Jianxin was so moved that she was about to cry, but Wen Mu really liked me.

Wen Mu's eyes rested on the crack on his finger, and he tapped it with his nails: "Does it hurt?"

Yang Jianxin shook his head: "It's normal for people who practice martial arts, especially the harsh climate of Jianmenguan. You can see that Gao Xin is quite fair. When he went to Jianmenguan before, his hands were bleeding from the cold wind. Cracks are inevitable."

Wen Mu touched his palm and put his own on it, which was only half his size.

Wen Mu: "..."

Yang Jianxin slowly closed his hands, his fingers interlaced through his, and the two became interlocking fingers.

At that moment, Wen Mu stared blankly at the hands that were holding each other, and there was a trace of unclear thoughts in his heart, a momentary touch, and some answers that were about to come out.

"Your hands are really small." Yang Jianxin said with a smile.

Wen Mu recovered from the holding hands, suddenly let go, got into bed and said: "Go to sleep, I want to watch the sunrise tomorrow."

Wen Mu felt that the scene just now was a bit embarrassing, so she made a nonsense sentence to avoid embarrassment.

Before dawn the next day, she began to dress Wen Mu.

Wen Mu let him play around in a daze, and finally couldn't bear Yang Jianxin's big rough hands touching his waist, kicked him so angrily, and sat up with a dark face.

Glancing out of the window, it was only slightly lit, with a trace of coldness: "Why do you get me up like this?"

Yang Jianxin said: "Didn't you say last night that you want to watch the sunrise this morning, hurry up now, just in time."

"When did I say to see the sun—" Wen Mu said halfway, and suddenly remembered that he made up a nonsense reason yesterday to avoid embarrassment, but Yang Jianxin actually took it seriously.