Chapter 804

Wenyi stood still, stiff and unresponsive, because she didn't know what to do or what to say.

Mo Shichen didn't mind that she didn't respond, and took the opportunity to kiss her face. "It's cold outside. I'm a little thin. Let's talk about it in the room, eh?"

She still didn't respond.

But at least did not get rid of him, also did not say no to him, ink Chen holding her hand, pulling her to turn back.

Although Wenyi was reluctant and slow, she didn't pull her hand back.

Once in the door, it was warm in an instant. Wenyi took off his coat and slowly changed his shoes with his head down.

"Cough Coughing, "

Wynn was stunned. Looking up, he saw that the man had taken off his coat and was bending his shoulders slightly. He coughed in a low voice intermittently. He wanted to bear it but couldn't help it. The worst thing was that when coughing, his chest would vibrate, causing pain to the injury.

He is always elegant and handsome, even at this time, he just frowns.

"Go get a cup of hot water," said Mrs. Su, who was worried

"Oh, yes." Mother Su is busy leaving.

The man's cough didn't last for a long time. He soon calmed down and smiled at her gently. "It's almost seven o'clock. Go to eat first?"

"Are you a complication of the repeated deterioration of the injury?"

"Maybe, but it's OK. It's not so hot in the morning. Don't worry."

Wenyi stepped forward, drew closer to him, reached for his forehead, and after a while said, "it seems that it's still a little hot. Did you take antipyretics at noon?"

"Yes."

She said, "what does the doctor say?"

It's hard for Mo Shichen to answer who's question patiently and kindly. His voice is low and gentle. "If the fever goes down tonight, it's OK. If it keeps burning, he must go to the hospital."

She took back her hand and looked at the shirt on his body. Although it would not be cold in a warm room, he just went out with a coat approved casually. It was obviously easy to aggravate the high fever. Fortunately, he only stood for a few minutes.

Wenyi watched the man's handsome face and his gentle gaze at her eyes. He took back what he wanted to say, and turned away from his eyes. "If you haven't eaten, go to dinner first."

"Good."

She turned first and headed for the restaurant.

Mo Shichen is deeply watching her back, always following her at a distance of half a meter.

Mother Su followed the poured hot water to the table.

During the dinner, Wenyi can finally confirm that this man should not be pretending. His appetite is not good, and the action of eating is extremely slow. His brow and heart are frowning. He stretches occasionally, but most of the time is frowning.

Mo Shichen didn't speak. He spent about three hours eating, and seven hours observing the woman sitting opposite him.

It's like a tacit understanding. They tacitly keep eating this meal peacefully until Wenyi puts down his knife and fork after eating, and the man who has no appetite ends after she finishes eating,

Wenyi wipes his lips and droops his eyes lightly, "I don't think you're in a bad situation now, and you can walk around and eat normally. Don't eat at night Take a bath in the water. If you feel uncomfortable, just wring it out with a wet towel and wipe it. If the wound or fever continues to be serious If you are an adult, you should go to the hospital honestly when you are ill. That's the mature performance, rather than trying to be brave. "

"I don't like hospitals."

"Who likes it?"

The man paused for a moment and said with a light smile, "what I don't like is that if I don't go to the hospital, I won't die or be disabled, then I don't need to go."

“……”

Wenyi looked at him, speechless for a moment.

She didn't know what to say, and her heart was blocked, so she stood up and said, "nothing, I'll go back."

It seems that she came here inexplicably.

She didn't know why she wanted to come, for no reason.

"Job," the man called her.

She looked back at him with a clear expression, waiting for his post.

His thin lips lead out the light radian, the deep eyes of the thick ink clear stare at her, low voice clear statement, "you should know, come here, I can't let you go, huh?"

"Are you trying to tell me that I was wrong?"

"No, because if you don't come, I won't let you go."

“……”

Wenyi watched him for a long time.

It's still Mo Shichen's face. Although there are some paleness and weakness, his habitual calm and momentum are inevitable. It's impossible for him to escape from what he's staring at.

She bent her lips and said, "Mo Shichen, there is a very common saying that the body is the capital of revolution. If you want to get me, you can raise your body to chase me. I really don't care about a sick seedling. Now I'm afraid that you will bump against it. It's really annoying. I'm afraid that the wounded you haven't raised will be pushed and endangered by me at will - although the gun is put by yourself, it will be killed by you You deserve it, too. "When the ink Chen eyebrow tip is high to stir up, on the face looked like changed a facial expression, "you are sure I chase you?"

“……”

"I'm not going to let you go?"

The radian of a man's lips is deep. "It's my business whether I chase or not. Would you like to That's another thing. "

As soon as Wenyi breathes, this man really has the ability to give some sunshine for ever. He will be able to shine immediately. She will loosen a little gap, and he will open a road for you.

Her speech, the understanding of normal people and the point should be - let him no longer take his body.

She pursed her lips, pulled her face and said, "then you take care of yourself. I'm going."

"Job's tears."

“……”

"Shen is about to leave the hospital. Don't pay attention to him."

“……”

How can I say that her relationship with Shen Yu is better than that with him? What a face is this man?

Mo Shichen then stood up from his chair. "It's late. I'll ask the driver to see you off."

Wenyi subconsciously said, "no, I drove here. I'll drive back by myself."

"I haven't followed up on Shen Yu's terrorist attack, and he hasn't been discharged from the hospital. I don't trust you to go back so late. For your own safety, let the driver deliver him, baby. As you said, this is the mature choice."

“……”

He used her words to stop her. She couldn't really find a retort for a while.

Forget it. It's no big difference for her whether she drives or drives. Whatever.

It's true that Mo Shichen's body is better than that in the morning when he had a high fever, but only comparatively speaking, he is now out of strength, but he is trying to face her with a normal posture as much as possible -

the self-esteem of a man is very treacherous, he shot himself to create serious injuries, the wounds he dug himself, how worried she is, how sorry she is, he feels at ease, once he has not Since his own hand, it's all right to act subconsciously.