Chapter 170

Muqi wakes up in the middle of the night with a stomachache. He gets up and wants to go downstairs to find some hot water to drink. He accidentally sees the brown sugar water on the bedside table.

The dazed head shook and looked carefully several times to make sure that he was not wrong.

Brown sugar water?

Who sent it to her?

Muqiqi's first thought was moyanjue, because no one at home knew that she had come to her aunt except him.

Even if it wasn't delivered by himself, he told people to cook it for her.

Maybe bring in to see that she is still sleeping, so it's not good to wake her up.

Such a thought can not help but warm my heart.

Don't see that man's face usually stinks like a 250000. He really cares about people and moistens things silently.

Little by little, touching.

Gently bending the corner of her mouth, she turned over and got out of bed.

Put on the soft slippers, she dragged her weak body to open the door.

Suddenly, I saw a tall and straight figure standing outside her door, and my soul was scared.

Instinctively, she screamed, covering her frightened little heart.

Seeing the person standing outside the door, her sense recovered slowly. Her mouth twitched for a moment, and she called out to the man, "Mr. mo.... Mo?"

The man looked at her with a serious face. "What did you say last time? Don't call me Mr. Mo again!"

Muqiqixinkou is hairy, and the small heart is slightly tightened.

How impolite is it to call people by their names?

Call him yanjue... Oops, she can't stand it. How can she call it an exit?

"Why don't you get up without sleeping?" Looking at the thought on her face, Mo yanjue's deep eyes shrunk, as if dissatisfied.

Is it really that hard to call him by his full name?

"I... I get up and drink." Let him be scared, and forget the business.

"Go back and wait!" The man's face is very smelly, left this sentence and left.

Muqiyi is at a loss. She has hands and feet. Why not let her go?

Slowly back to the room, sitting on the edge of the bed all kinds of uneasiness.

Before that, all kinds of men swarmed to her, good, bad, intertwined.

Finally, I beat the bad one for the good. I think this man is not a bad person in fact.

"Here!"

Here comes the water, red and hot.

Muqiqi held it in his palm and smelt the pungent smell of ginger.

I don't know if it's the hot air that smokes the eyes or the soft heart that is warm. Anyway, there's fog in the eyes.

"Drink while it's hot!" Mo yanjue then pulled the chair beside him and sat down in front of her, watching her slow action and urging.

Bathe seven SIP lips, red lips SIP cup, sweet and spicy brown sugar water a little bit into the stomach.

With the tears in her eyes, she tried to hold them back.

A cup of brown sugar water has been drunk, but the man sitting in front of him doesn't want to leave, which makes Muqiqi a little depressed.

Fortunately, her stomach doesn't hurt so much here. She can endure even if she sits with him like this.

"Are you still drinking?"

Just as she was dying of depression, the man finally spoke.

Muqiqi hurriedly handed over the cup in his hand and shook his head: "no more, no more."

"Don't drink or go to bed quickly!"

Muqiqi is stunned. He is sitting here. How can she sleep?

The cup in the palm of the hand was robbed rudely, and Muqiqi's small face was white.

I just thought that he was a good man. Now he is so rude and violent. He really slapped his face.

The soft body was pressed back into the bed, and after helping her cover the bed, the man said in a hoarse voice, "sleep well, don't move, what's the matter with half a body exposed outside?"