Chapter 146

What does that call him?

At the time when muqiyi was at a loss, the man's low voice sounded.

"Call me Mo yanjue, or..." the voice of the second half of the sentence is relatively cold, and the second half of the sentence directly asks with a joke, "or yanjue."

Mu Qiqi listens to the big surprise.

Yanjue?

Oh, my God, goose bumps are all over the ground.

This man took the wrong medicine today, otherwise how could it be so abnormal.

Seeing that she didn't react for a long time, Mo yanjue couldn't force her to go out and pour water for her.

The Muqiqi who sits on the bed is slow for half a day. Shouldn't yanjue be the exclusive of muxueer?

"Here!"

Muqiqi is still struggling with this problem. Mo yanjue brings water to her. Medlar and American ginseng are specially soaked in the water to replenish her Qi and blood.

Seeing the red and white intertwined in the cup, Muqiqi burst into tears.

She is not a crying girl, but this moment is a bit unbearable.

They say that when people are sick, their feelings are the weakest. It seems that they are all right.

Her fingertips trembled, and she managed to control her emotions and took over the water cup in Mo yanjue's hand.

I didn't rush to drink it, so I held it in my hand, always holding it.

Until the water cooled a little, she raised her head and said thank you gently.

Deep eyes with a little pain, open mouth, but a word of comfort can not say.

He is not a comforter, let alone how to express his emotions.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

The corner of his mouth wriggled, and he motioned, "maybe it's the waiter. I'll open the door."

Mu Qiqi nods gently, and after Mo yanjue comes out of the room, he stealthily wipes his corner of the eye.

Then he raised his head and poured a large glass of water into his stomach, gathered his messy hair, and lifted the quilt off the bed.

Although she has no appetite, she has been kindly ordered. It's not good for her not to eat, and she doesn't like waste.

When she came out of the room, she saw that moyanjue was putting the lunch box on the tea table.

Mo yanjue turned around and saw her standing at the door, pale.

Just now, he couldn't see clearly in the dim light of the room. Under the brilliant crystal light in the living room, he found that the woman's face was so bad.

She's not going to eat just like this?

"Sit there now!" I don't know where the fire came from. Mo yanjue spoke very quickly.

Muqiqi steps on the soft slippers and slowly sits in the sofa. He looks at moyanjue with a dazed expression and carefully helps her to remove the cover of each lunch box, and then hands the chopsticks to her.

"Eat fast, eat more to get better. I come here to play with little star, not to cure you!"

Before you open your mouth, you want to have a better attitude. When you open your mouth, it will change your taste.

"Well, I know." With a faint reply, she began to bury herself in the meal.

Three dishes and one soup are for her. It seems that there are a lot of them. Let alone when she is sick and uncomfortable, she can't eat so much even when she is normal. Fortunately, what Mo yanjue ordered for her was light.

"You can have some, too. I can't eat so much alone." Reluctant to waste, Muqiqi opened his mouth kindly.

Mo yanjue sat opposite her, the deep eyes quietly coagulated on her face, and only after half a sound did he say, "have you been so weak?"

Muqiqijiacai's hand slightly shakes, and the vegetables fall into the bowl.

Qingming's eyes are flattered to look at the people in front of him. He can't speak for a long time.