Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

"Your mother is gone." Zhao Xuan stretched his neck to take a look. The bang was so angry that the whole wall shook.

"Let's go." Han Mu's eyes were calm, and he was completely unfazed by Zhao Xuan's words.

It seems that it doesn't matter who is being pissed off, and whether or not he is pissed off.

Zhao Xuan's eyes fell on someone's hand that was still on his waist, "Han Mu, are you sure you want to keep doing this? Your behavior really makes people wonder if you have other intentions for me? "

"Didn't you say that your waist was twisted?" Han Mu looked serious.

Zhao Xuan, "..." If you are not enlightened, you are not enlightened.

"I just said it casually. Wasn't it to help you out?" Zhao Xuan naturally couldn't admit that he was just trying to make people angry.

"Talk nonsense, rescue?" Han Mu's emotional intelligence is a bit worrying, but this IQ instantly went online because of Zhao Xuan's words.

"Are you sure you want to help me out, not to cause trouble for me?" Han Mu retracted his hand, glanced at the quilt covering Zhao Xuan imperceptibly, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Why should I cause trouble for you?" Zhao Xuan found that teasing in secret was useless and could only play straight. He no longer tried to save the country by twists and turns, but went straight to the point.

He stared at Han Mu with a bright smile, his scorching gaze was pure and undisguised, "It's too late for me to appreciate you, how could I cause trouble for you?"

"Appreciate me?" Han Mu moved his fingers, and he stood up. When he turned around, his eyes moved slightly in panic. Until he returned to his seat, his slightly confused heart and breathing did not seem to have improved.

Since Zhao Xuan had admitted that he was a liar, he simply stood down and walked to Han Mu's table. He could not sit down and could only hold the table with both hands.

There was a smile in his eyes, "Yes, you are good-looking and smart. If I don't admire you, who will?"

Han Mu's fingers on the keyboard paused. He didn't look at Zhao Xuan. Even if he didn't look at him, he could still picture Zhao Xuan's smile in his mind, and his peach blossom eyes were full of water.

He tried to keep his voice calm, "Go back when you wake up."

Zhao Xuan's eyes glanced at Han Mu's hand without leaving a trace, he curled his lips and left without pressing any further.

*

The time to recuperate is really boring, but Zhao Xuan's injured area is not particularly convenient to walk.

He had been pestering Han Mu for two days, and he had changed from the you and you at the beginning to - Zhao Xuan, can you be quiet, Zhao Xuan, can you be quiet.

At least there was some progress. At the very least, Han Mu now probably called Zhao Xuan's name more times than his colleagues.

Zhao Xuan recovered from his injury for four or five days and walked much easier.

There is no need for a caregiver anymore, and he can queue up and get meals by himself.

Han Mu had just come out from surgery and it was already 12:30. At this time, the cafeteria had been open for half an hour. After this time, there probably wouldn't be any delicious food left.

After changing clothes and coming out of the operating room, Han Mu used to go back to the office on the [-]th floor, where he would wash his hands and then take a shower.

He has some mild mysophobia, but it's not serious, but he just doesn't like coming out of the operating table with the smell of disinfectant all over his body.

There is no way to take a shower in the office, but he can go to the wards. Each ward is equipped with a bathroom for taking a shower. There are many wards where you can take a shower on the eleventh floor.

But Han Mu's first thought was Ward 1103, until he brought casual clothes and towels to Zhao Xuan's ward, and Zhao Xuan came in with a white bag.

The two of them met at the door.

There were two disposable lunch boxes in the white bag, and Han Mu glanced at them subconsciously.

When Zhao Xuan saw his eyes glancing at the things he was holding, he raised his eyebrows as usual and said, "I brought you food specially."

"Did you call me?" Han Mu was stunned.

He was not very popular in the hospital, and he had always known that.

Others think that he is aloof and disdains to deal with other people. He feels that he is from a famous family and that others are not in the same class as him.

Only Han Mu himself knew that he didn't know how to get along with others. He was used to telling the truth and would always offend people inadvertently without even realizing it.

But in fact, most people are unwilling to listen to the truth. People will always say that I would rather others say their opinions in front of me, but at the same time they cannot accept it.

It was in this environment that Han Mu knew that he was out of place and gradually distanced himself from those social centers.

If he can't blend in, he will be regarded as someone who doesn't want to blend in. Over time, the friendship between others and him will be reduced to just saying hello in the morning.

Because he couldn't blend in, Han Mu didn't blend in. No one dared to get close to him, and they forgot that he was still performing surgery on people. No one even remembered that he gave him a meal.

This is not the first time, Han Mu is used to it.

He usually waits after others have finished eating. If those people come back and remember, they will ask him if he has eaten.

Han Mu usually chooses to nod. Anyway, what others care about is not the result, so they just ask politely and go through the motions.

"How could you... bring me food?" Han Mu even forgot to take a shower, and it took him a long time to ask such a question.

Zhao Xuan said frankly, "Because I asked the nurses before, and they said you have a surgery that won't end until about 12:30. I estimate that at this time, when you go to get food by yourself, there won't be much food in the cafeteria."

"Oh." Han Mu suddenly didn't know how to answer. When Zhao Xuan asked him to come over for dinner, he was stunned for a moment and put his things on the table before going over.

"I don't know what food you like to eat. I asked other people and they didn't know, so I just picked it randomly."

Zhao Xuan put a board that could be placed on the hospital bed as a dining table.

"I'm going to give you a chicken leg injection. Didn't I have surgery in the morning? It's very tiring. I also have pork ribs and corn soup, and braised pork ribs with potatoes."

"Very good." Han Mu would always feel at a loss when faced with someone as enthusiastic as Zhao Xuan, because he didn't know how to return the favor. He... had never received such warm and pure enthusiasm at home.

In the education he received, it was all about how good he became in order to be rewarded.

Once the parents fail to meet the standards expected by them, it is already a good thing if they are not punished, let alone rewards.

He can't always keep the people around him. Because of his family, he doesn't know how to love people or how to call them warmth.

Zhao Xuan is like a fire. When he was a child, he looked forward to having such a fire close to him, so that it could warm his cold and desolate heart.

Now his heart was already desolate, and even a piece of fire could not warm his already cold heart.

"Thank you."

"I thought we were familiar enough now, why do you still want to say thank you to me?" Zhao Xuan put his hand on Han Mu's shoulder and winked at him with his beautiful peach blossom eyes.