MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 2 even wearing a book

Mu Lian just sat on the cold ground, thinking wildly, until the child's cry sounded, awakening the person immersed in memory.

"Good baby, don't cry, don't cry, Daddy will make sugar water for the baby, this is the candy given by you...your mother..."

Mulian patted the child in her arms lightly, but when she mentioned the woman, the corners of her mouth curled up with bitterness, and the moisture in her eyes also rolled out, falling on the dark blue sleeves, drawing blossoming flowers come.

She got up in a hurry and went to fasten the door of the hospital before Mulian carried the child into the room.

The west city is not as good as the east city. There are a lot of bandits and rogues here.

It is most dangerous for a beautiful young man like Mu Lian to be alone at home, which is why he does not dare to go out on weekdays, and the reason why Zhang's husband will send him home when he has work.

If the nearby rogue poppi saw his face, Mu Lian might not be able to live here anymore.

While coaxing the child in her arms, she neatly took out a piece of sugar and put it in a bowl and washed it with water. Then Mulian sat at the table, scooped up the sugar water with a small wooden spoon and cooled it, and handed it to her son.

"Baby, have you felt Daddy's heart, are you feeling sorry for our father and son?" Mulian hugged her son and coaxed her son, and she couldn't help muttering, "It's just that your mother finally woke up, we should feel sorry for her." Are you happy?"

Even if she doesn't want him anymore, he still wishes her well.

I don't know if it's the warmth of the room that makes the child in her arms feel comfortable, or the connection between mother and child. The sugar water from his mother is too delicious. In short, when Mulian said the last sentence, the child really stopped crying , blinked the long eyelashes with teardrops hanging, and fell asleep again with a small mouth.

After the child was sound asleep, Mulian carefully put him back on the bed and wrapped him up with the only torn quilt on the bed.

Sitting at the side, looking at the little face that has not yet opened, the face of that woman appeared in front of Mu Lian's eyes again...

Fengdu Dongcheng, Pingnan Palace.

"Master, it's time for breakfast."

The waiter's voice rang in his ears, and a gorgeously dressed man with a beautiful appearance stood up with his pale face.

"Go and wipe the lady's face!"

The man's voice was delicate and beautiful, mixed with some sadness, as if the gurgling spring water flowed out, carrying a few small stones in it, destroying the beauty.

"Master, Miss has been in a coma for three months, and you have been on guard for three months, now..." The waiter hesitated, "If Miss wakes up and sees you like this, I will feel sorry for you! "

"If she can really wake up, so what if she feels distressed?"

As the man spoke, the corners of his eyes turned red again.

"Well…"

Feng Yi only felt that the headache was unbearable, and the strong light hit her so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.

The man's sad voice came from the chaotic consciousness, and the sadness made Feng Yi wake up a little bit.

"Master...Master, Miss seems to be awake..."

The little servant who was carrying the water basin almost knocked over what was in his hand, but fortunately, years of training in the palace made him not lose his sense of proportion, and he barely hugged the water basin that was about to slip.

"Yu'er, my daughter..."

Before Feng Yi had time to see the situation in front of him clearly, he was embraced by a thin arm, and a reassuring fragrance flowed down the man's hair into the tip of his nose.

The condensed palm that was raised just now was quietly lowered, because this soft embrace told her that this man had no malice towards her.

Letting the man hold her and cry, Feng Ai looked at the situation in front of her with cold eyes.

The faint scent of sandalwood fills the side, the hollow carved window tallows shines in specks of sunlight, and there is a soft wooden bed under the body, with exquisite carvings and snow-white curtains, at a glance, it is an ancient rich family.

"Ancient times? A big family?"

Feng Yi was startled, and couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her head.

She clearly remembered that she took a hot bath after retreating, and then lay on the bed and opened a book.

She bought the book by accident after she broke up in love, and only turned a few pages because she felt it was novel.

The book is about a different world where women are respected, men give birth to children, and there are no scumbags. It can just make up for Feng Yi's horribly hurt heart.

It's just that the male protagonist in the book is too pitiful. He waited for a thousand years for the female protagonist and endured the pain of being displaced for ten generations.

Thinking of herself again, Feng Yi couldn't help empathizing with her, wishing she could hold that little man in her arms and comfort her.

Colleagues are reduced to people at the end of the world, so why meet each other before.

But later, she fell asleep after looking at it. Why did she come to such a strange place after waking up?

A top boss like Feng Yi will not be afraid of anything, if he comes, he will be at ease, and he will simply see what kind of dream he has fallen into.

"My head hurts..."

Feng Ai murmured, the man hurriedly let go of her, staring at those eyes that were red from crying, he looked Feng Ai up and down several times.

"Yu'er, you finally woke up, if you don't wake up, Father will go with you..."

As the man spoke, he began to cry again.

Feng Yi couldn't get used to such a man with pear blossoms and rain for a while, but hearing his tone, this man seemed to be the father of his body!

Involuntarily raising her hand to wipe away the tears on his face, a white light suddenly flashed in Feng Yi's mind.

"Excuse me, are you still troubled by the loss of love?"

A low swishing sound flashed, and Feng Yi glared at the white light angrily.

It’s true that which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, it’s not so sad for others, but he still mentions it!

"The host does not need to be sad, I am Mengxian, and I am here to heal your emotional wounds."

"Host?"

Feng Yi grasped the key words and asked with a frown.

"You fell into a coma due to excessive grief, and Mengxiante came to help you."

Feng Yi couldn't help but touch her forehead, secretly annoyed that she was so worthless and so humiliated.

"The host only needs to complete the tasks in the book to get a reward—a boyfriend."

Even though Feng Ai had always been rough-skinned and thick-skinned, she couldn't help but blushed at this moment because of Mengxian's straightforwardness.

However, it is said that the best way to heal a broken relationship is to empathize with someone else, and Feng Yi also wants to try, so she is really tempted by the conditions Mengxian proposed.

"Ahem...what's the mission?"

A certain boss pretended to be calm and asked cheekily.

"Give the man in the book you read a good home, and when he is complete, your mission will be completed."

"You mean that the deity is now transmigrated into that book?"

"Little poor boy is still waiting for you, Mengxian stepped back first..."

Before Feng Yi could ask any more questions, Mengxian disappeared along with the white light.

At this time, the one who was standing in front of Feng Yi was still the sad man just now, but she was wiping his tears for him, which brought a smile in his tears.

"do not Cry…"

When Feng Yi spoke, her hoarse voice was surprisingly pleasant.