After Mu Huan sighed for a while, "My husband, so you are responsible for me?"
Bao Junyan, "Yes."
"Then do you want to make it up to me?" Mu Huan approached him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"What compensation do you want?"
"I used to be busy with part-time jobs, so I didn't have time to go out to play..." Mu Huan said with her head down.
Just when Bao Junyan thought that she wanted him to take her out to play, he was arranging and handling the important things in his mind.
"So, this week, I want to go out with Xiaomeng. I will leave on Friday, that is, tomorrow night, and come back on Sunday, is that okay, my husband?" Mu Huan raised her head and looked at Bao Junyan eagerly.
Bao Junyan, "..."
Not to hang out with him.
Seeing that Bao Junyan's face was a little ugly, Mu Huan put her arms around his arm and said coquettishly, "Husband, I haven't gone out with my good friends yet. I really want to be able to be like other people without having to work on a Sunday. Like a human being, if you play happily with your good friends, you promise me, okay..."
She looked at him with those big pitiful eyes.
Bao Junyan, who has always been hard-hearted, couldn't bear to refuse her, "Okay."
"My husband, you are the best!" Mu Huan immediately smiled as brightly as the sun.
Looking at her smiling like this, Bao Junyan became more and more depressed.
After dinner, Bao Junyan sat in the living room to watch the political news.
Mu Huan originally wanted to go upstairs to play games, but, thinking of his unhappy face because she was going out to play, she sat next to him, picked up the sweater and started knitting.
Bao Junyan glanced at the sweater she had been knitting for more than two months without any progress, and felt that he should have no hope of wearing the sweater she knitted.
Mu Huan was not interested in the news, and even less interested in knitting sweaters. She pretended to be okay for a while, sitting here knitting sweaters so seriously, she was bored to death.
So weaving, she leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.
Bao Junyan felt that the people beside him were not moving. Turning his head to look over, he saw that she was sleeping, and her saliva was dripping down.
After a while of silence.
He stood up, bent down, and picked her up carefully.
But even though his movements were very light, Mu Huan, who was very alert, still woke up.
But when she opened her eyes and saw that it was Bao Junyan, she retracted her guard and said sleepily, "Honey, what's wrong..."
"Go upstairs and sleep."
"Oh." She groaned, found a comfortable position in his arms, closed her eyes again, let him carry her upstairs, and she continued to sleep.
Faced with her trust and dependence, Bao Junyan's annoyance dissipated, he lowered his head and kissed her tender little face, and carried her upstairs.
But when she got upstairs, she couldn't sleep.
"Honey, don't...so sleepy..." Mu Huan refused in a daze.
"You're going out for two days."
"En." Mu Huan, who was sleepy, couldn't think enough, so he instinctively hummed.
