Chapter 140 He Is More Important Than Zhao Muze?
Sweater?
Ji Mu looked down at the loose rag-like'sweater' in her hand, his eyes were startled, and suddenly brightened.
She just locked herself in the guest room for a long time and didn't come out. Is she knitting this thing?
Immediately afterwards, an inconspicuous joy was brushed across his stern face.
The next second, he stretched out his big hand and took the sweater in her hand.
Although the sweater is loose, it feels soft and soft when held in the hand, which is quite comfortable.
Ji Mu deeply hooked his thin lips, and lowered his eyes to look at the sweater that she had been knitting for a long time. What she saw were crooked lines, skewed necklines, and sleeves of varying lengths.
The joy that had just passed on the man's face disappeared instantly.
He frowned, looked down at the extremely'bad' sweater in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became deeper.
He had never seen such crude clothes, and even felt that even the rags used by the servants at home were much more delicate than the sweater in his hand.
Thinking of this, his face immediately sank, and a burst of unhappiness suddenly surged in his heart!
"Zhao Wanyi, do you just use this kind of thing to perfuse me?"
Compared with the scarf she gave to the three Zhao family brothers, this sweater has no aesthetics.
What she gave Zhao Muze and them was a finely woven scarf, but she gave him a sweater that was more trash than a rag?
Seeing the man's disgusting look and beginning to resent her eccentricity, Zhao Wanyi was also embarrassed, but there was indeed nothing to quibble.
"This is my first time knitting a sweater. It is indeed a little lacking."
"But... I finished knitting this sweater for a few days. It took me several times longer than the combined scarfs I gave to the eldest brother and the three of them." She curled her lips and said this, feeling a little wronged in her heart.
If it were not for the comfort of his mood, she wouldn't have tossed herself so tired today, just to knit this sweater.
But the appearance of this sweater is unsatisfactory, which is also a fact.
After she finished speaking, Ji Mushen pursed his lips and fell silent suddenly.
When he heard that it took her to knit this sweater several times longer than knitting a scarf, the man's stern face was a little bit more surprised.
he is more important than Zhao Muze?
Thinking of this, the man's heart suddenly became a lot more cheerful, and his mood became happy.
Even wearing the sweater that feels like a rag in his hand has become a lot pleasing to the eye.
Zhao Wanyi didn't notice Ji Mushen's careful thoughts hidden under his cold face, only thinking that he really didn't like this sweater, so she softly suggested to him.
"But if you don't want it, then give it back to me. I'll take it to my eldest brother and knit a better one for you." As she said, she stretched out her hand to retrieve the sweater in his hand.
Although this sweater is ugly, my eldest brother will definitely like it very much.
Before Zhao Wanyi's hand touched the sweater in Ji Mushen's hand, he raised his hand and raised the sweater a bit.
He is close to 1.9 meters tall, and Zhao Wanyi is only 1.6 meters tall. She can't reach at all.
Just when she was speechless, the man's low voice rang.
"I didn't say no." After
hearing this, Zhao Wanyi looked at him in surprise.
"Isn't it ugly?"
She thought that he would just throw away such ugly things.
The man lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then curled his thin lips slightly, and said.
"Although it is a bit ugly, it can barely be used as a rag."
There was a bit of joking hidden in his eyes.
a rag?
When she heard that he wanted to use her hard-knit sweater as a rag, Zhao Wanyi's whole body was not good, and she said anxiously.
"Ah... what a pity, this woolen thread is so expensive, why don't you give it back to me."
Although this woolen thread was bought by Xia Xuan'er, it also cost a lot of money, such a good thing. She feels bad about using it as a rag.
Besides, such a large sweater will be very heavy after it absorbs water, so it is not suitable to be used as a rag.
Having said that, Zhao Wanyi would continue to reach for the sweater. As soon as she reached out this time, the man raised his hand and caught her hand.
The hand that was so sore was suddenly caught, and Zhao Wanyi took a breath of pain.
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
Her painful voice sounded, and the man's face with a bit of joking just now became serious in an instant.
He frowned and looked at her beautiful white hand.
"What's the matter?" There was a little nervousness in his low voice.
"Knitting a sweater." Zhao Wanyi curled her lips and took her hand back from his hand, with a slightly wronged expression on her face.
In order to coax him, she knitted the sweater so hard for so long, and in the end she would be rejected by him.
Hearing what she said, the expression on Ji Mushen's face changed, and his eyes suddenly became complicated, looking at her well-maintained white and soft hands.
Suddenly a heartache arose from the bottom of his heart!
She is different from him. She has been the daughter of the Zhao family since she was a child. She has never suffered or been tired, but now she has made her hands like this in order knit a sweater for him.
He stared at her aggrieved little face with low eyes for a moment, and in an instant he was distressed and messed up again.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly leaned down and hugged the aggrieved little woman in front of him.
Zhao Wanyi was taken aback. When she reacted, the whole person was lifted into his calm and steady arms.
She was slightly stunned, and looked up at the man with a little bit of astonishment.
Ji Mushen pursed her thin lips, hugged her with a stern expression and turned back to the bedroom.
All the way to the bed, he leaned over and put her down.
Zhao Wanyi sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a little confused for a while.
She only hurt her hands and didn’t hurt her feet...
After putting her down, Ji Mushen put the sweater in her hand aside, then raised her hand and picked up the phone on the bedside, and pressed down the servant’s room on the first floor of the villa. number.
"What are you going to do..." Upon seeing this, Zhao Wanyi asked him suspiciously.
"Call a doctor." Ji Mu said with a serious expression.
"No, I'm not injured, just rest for one night." Zhao Wanyi explained hurriedly.
Calling a doctor would be too exaggerated.
Besides, it is already early in the morning, and it is not good to wake up other people.
"Are you sure?" Ji Mushen frowned, but looked at her worriedly.
A girl who can cry with a little pain, sure you don’t need to call a doctor?
"Yeah." Zhao Wanyi nodded gently, then a smile appeared on his face, and then said jokingly.
"Or...you can rub it for me." As she said, she stretched out her sore and painful hands...
(End of this chapter)
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