The Days of Being in a Fake Marriage with the CEO Chapter 839 - Return (1)

Chapter 839: Return (1)

“Feiting is worried about you, so he came over to take a look.”

“I’m fine,” Mu Huan said.

Long Feilei: “…”

It was obvious that she could eat a lot.

Then, Long Feilei took the opportunity to educate his brother. “Look, this girl is more seriously injured than you are, so she must be in more pain, but she eats so well and wants you to eat something too. You keep saying that you’re feeling too unwell and don’t want to eat! If you don’t eat, how can you recover?!”

Long Feiting: “…”

What was with his brother’s tone of lecturing a child?

“I want to eat breakfast here.”

Just as Long Feiting finished speaking, Mu Huan and the other two covered the breakfast in front of them at the same time, their faces full of fear that Long Feiting would steal their good food!

The three of them were very independent.

Long Feiting: “…”

Long Feilei: “…”

S Country.

After a few days of hard work, Bo Junyan’s schedule was finally not as tight. After a good night’s sleep, he took out his phone to check it while he was eating. For the past few days, he had not had the time to look at the WeChat messages his wife had sent him.

Although Bo Junyan had not replied to Mu Huan’s WeChat messages, he had read every one of them.

But when he clicked on it, he found that he had read all the messages. There was not a single new message.

This stunned him.

This was because, in the past, even if she knew that he was busy, she would still send him a photo or a few words when she was eating or doing something. And these past few days, to be exact, she had not sent him any messages since that day.

After thinking for a while, he clicked on Mu Huan’s profile picture and saw that the most recent post on her WeChat Moments was: “I was so high last night! When I became handsome, I fell in love with myself!”

He instinctively clicked on her video. Although it was only a few seconds, he could tell how high his wife was while dancing and how happy she was.

Especially when she had taken off her coat and continued dancing! There were so many people below the stage! Just from the screams in the video, one could imagine what had happened.

This video looked short, but Mu Huan had edited the most handsome few seconds of those videos online.

Hence, Bo Junyan’s expression darkened.

Were all those words she’d said to him earlier just to coax him? What “I’m going to be like the fallen leaves of this autumn…”?

He then dialed Mu Huan’s number.

Mu Huan, who was eating breakfast, saw that it was a call from him. Thinking that something had happened, she picked up the call. “What’s the matter? What’s the matter?”

Bo Junyan asked, “Can’t I look for you if nothing’s the matter?”

Mu Huan: “…”

He was fine. When did he ever call her? Especially since he had been especially busy these past few days, why did he call her for no reason?

Not getting a response from her, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Breakfast.”

“Oh,” Bo Junyan replied and waited for Mu Huan to continue.

This was because, from the start until now, she had always been the one speaking and he would occasionally reply with an “mm.”

He had nothing to talk about.

However, Mu Huan did not say anything to him like she did in the past. She did not ask him if he was done with his work and how he had the time to call her.

Just as Bo Junyan, who was waiting for her to say something, was about to say something…

“What’s the matter? If you have something to say, say it. If not, then hang up. My breakfast is getting cold.” She had only taken a few bites of her breakfast. Why was he so silent? Was he still busy on the phone?

Bo Junyan: “…”

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Should she eat or not?