"My wife has eaten and has gone to work."

Mo Beiting was tired, but he didn't feel sleepy. He twisted his eyebrows and asked Shen Yiqiao for a month's marriage leave.

"When did you leave?" Mo Beiting will take off half of the coat and put it back on.

Let elder sister porridge on the table, "just walk ten minutes, the wife looked at the face is not very good, but do not let the driver, drive out."

Mo Beiting took the car key and went out again.

"Don't you have breakfast, sir?"

ten minutes.

He didn't see Shen Yiqiao's car on the way back just now. Ten minutes is not enough to drive to the fork.

Mo Beiting didn't drive away directly. Instead, he went to the parking lot. Sure enough, he saw Yi Qiao's car still there. It was very conspicuous in a pile of bright luxury cars.

I haven't opened it for a long time. It's covered with dust.

There is no obvious smoke coming out of the half open window.

He walked over.

The mirror reflects the slender figure of a woman. She has loose hair and a cigarette between her fingers. She seldom smokes, but she moves skillfully.

This is not the first time Mo Beiting has seen her smoke.

Last time he saw it in the back lane of Royal No.1. She leaned against his chest and said with a charming look: maybe Mo San Shao would be desperate for such a humble woman as me.

At that time, he had no idea that he would marry her or be attracted to her.

Even if he sleeps with her.

After smoking a cigarette, Yiqiao grinds out the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray, starts the fire and puts it in the gear. The residual light from the corner of the eye habitually sweeps the rearview mirror.

I saw Mo Beiting standing by.

His eyes light and dark, "get out of the car, I'll take you to the hospital."

Yi Qiao looked at Mo Beiting's handsome and slightly angry face. She had a cold and dizzy. She was a little slow. After a while, she said, "no, I'll drive by myself."

"You want to drive yourself? Do you want to stay in prison for a while, or are you in a bad mood and want to kill someone? "

"Isn't there you? Can you still watch me go to jail with indifference? "

She has a pale face, and her words are quite reasonable.

Mo Beiting opened the car door, bent down to pick up her car key, turned her fingers twice, and threw it directly into the garbage can in the corner.

"I won't watch you go to jail indifferently, but I'm afraid it's not you."

Yi Qiao

Mo Beiting is an action oriented man. He expresses his own meaning. No matter whether Yi Qiao agrees or not, he bends down and takes her out of the car. "Do you think if there is no me, dad will let you into the ward?"

"Without you, it's a big deal that I can't get into the ward. I ask my mother's attending doctor, and I can also know the result. With you, I guess I will be expelled from the hospital."

"Yes." Mo Beiting was concise and comprehensive, and a word spilled from his throat.

"I can walk by myself, you put me down."

Mo Beiting holding her, across a thick layer of sweater, can feel her abnormal temperature!

Her face is also a little red.

A light layer of lipstick was smeared on the lip, and I can't see whether it's pale or not.

Mo Beiting stared at her. Her eyes darkened several times. He hugged her up, drooped his head, and put his lips on her forehead. "I have a fever."

Voice with obvious tension, "let Jinzhi come to give you a drip, in the afternoon to go to the hospital, or I go to the hospital to see the situation, if not serious, will mother here to recuperate."

Yi Joe closed his eyes and didn't speak. His tone, obviously, had already made up his mind. It was useless for her to say anything.

Yi Qiao is held by him all the way out of the parking lot, she closed her eyes and did not speak, he did not open his mouth to break the silence.

Entering the living room, the movement startled sister Rong who was busy in the kitchen, "Sir, madam..."

Mo Beiting took Yi Qiao to the second floor bedroom, put her on the bed, turned to call Yan Jinzhi, and went straight to the theme, "cold, fever."

Yan Jinzhi is used to Yi Qiao's illness. She holds her mobile phone, takes the film from the opposite doctor, and looks at the light. "Can you send it to the hospital? I'll have an operation later. I can't leave for the time being. Otherwise, I'll arrange a doctor to come. Our hospital is a professor specially hired from abroad."

"Special professor also tube cold fever?"

Yan Jinzhi: "no matter how, cold also belongs to respiratory medicine."

"I'll send it."

After hanging up the phone and throwing the mobile phone aside, Mo Beiting looked down at Shen Yiqiao, who was playing with the mobile phone: "I'll take you to the hospital, go by myself or I'll carry you down?"