Chapter 493: Who is more prodigal to cherish (1)


    Knowing that Xiao Ruiyuan woulde over in the next two days, Mo Yan did not close the doors to the courtyard and the small hall. There were secret guards outside the house and three beasts in the house. She was not worried about anyone breaking in.


    When Xiao Ruiyuan arrived, he saw Mo Yan sitting at the desk writing and drawing, with a thick stack of paper piled beside him.


    Mo Yan was drawing the drawings with concentration on his face, not noticing that there was an extra person behind him.


    Seeing that the woman was so serious, Xiao Ruiyuan couldn''t bear to disturb her. He just stood aside and waited quietly. Although his face was still cold and indifferent, his eyes were like a pool of water illuminated by the sun, deep and warm.


    Twomps were burning in the small study, illuminating the small study brightly. The oilmps made crackling sounds from time to time, making the room feel more warm and peaceful.


    After revising thest drawing, Mo Yan looked at the almost perfect design and nodded with satisfaction. These designs are all rted to the winery. She designed them ording to the specific topography of thend where the winery was built. In this way, not only can thend be used to the maximum extent, but the built winery can also present the most natural appearance. beauty of.


    Stretched out greatly, Mo Yan soothed his stiff neck and shoulders, and the injured hand was exposed to someone''s eyes. Before she could retract her hand, her left wrist was tightly covered by a warm hand.


    How could you be so careless?


    Mo Yan was startled, and the hairs all over her body stood up. Before she could turn her head to see who the owner of the hand was, a deep and unhappy voice came from above her head:


    Looking at the white cloth wrapping the back of the woman''s hand, Xiao Ruiyuan felt that it was extremely annoying, especially when he could vaguely smell the ointmenting from it, and his expression became even more ugly: "Is it seriously injured?" Otherwise, how could it be wrapped like this? Strict?


    Thinking of this possibility, his brows furrowed tightly, and he untied the knots tied around his wrists without exnation, and quickly and gently lifted off theyers of white cloth.


    Xiao Ruiyuan''s movements were too fast. Mo Yan, who was still immersed in the joy of meeting again, had no time to react, and the wound on the back of his hand was exposed to the air.


    The wound was originally long and deep, and even though it was washed with spiritual spring water and applied with ointment several times, it was still very noticeable. The back of Mo Yan''s hand was white and tender. With such a contrast, the wound looked even more ferocious. Xiao Ruiyuan looked at it darkly, his face a little ugly.


    The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot. Mo Yan shuddered and felt a little timid for no reason. He didn''t dare to look up at someone''s gloomy face. When she realized her embarrassing reaction, she was very disgusted: she didn''t do anything wrong, she only did it for him, she was so guilty and scared!


    Thinking of this, Mo Yan didn''t have the guts to yell out these words directly. She looked up at the cold-faced Xiao Ruiyuan and secretly felt happy again. He cared too much about herself... right?


    Thinking of this, a wave of sweetness filled her heart, and her clear eyes were unconsciously tinged with affection.


    Xiao Ruiyuan didn''t know the little thoughts of his daughter''s family. Being stared at so straightly by his beloved girl, he felt an indescribable restlessness rushing into his heart, and a trace of blush instantly appeared on Qingjun''s face.


    He tightened his face to hide the shock in his heart, quickly took out a bottle of good wound medicine from the belt around his waist, carefully held Mo Yan''s hand, and spread it on the back of her hand gently, as if What is being held is not a hand that can be kneaded, but a precious and fragile piece of porcin!


    Mo Yan sat motionless, watching Xiao Ruiyuan change her dressing. She felt the gentle touch on the back of her hand, as if touching the bottom of her heart, and a tingling warmth surged up.