Chapter 1731

Just as Fang Jiamei wanted to pretend to be awake, she felt that there was a breath on the top of her body approaching slowly Close to

"Ah Fang Jiamei suddenly reaches out her hand and pushes him away. She rolls to one side and looks at him with the quilt in her arms.

Mo Yiheng straightened up, looked at her bent lips, "get up, eat."

Fang Jiamei left his mouth open, sat up slowly, watched him get up and went out to be somewhat unconvinced. Why did he always has the final say?

After turning her eyes, Fang Jiamei lay back and said in pain: "ouch No, there's no strength. "

Mo Yiheng looked back at her, slightly frowning, "you have no fever."

"But I'm still catching a cold. I'm weak." Fang Jiamei pretended to say, also shook his soft hand.

Mo Yiheng turned his head, the corner of his mouth hooked, or turned and walked back, stretched out his hands to her, "hold you."

Fang Jiamei raised her eyebrows, grabbed the quilt and sighed, "well, what can I do if I don't want you to hold me?"

Mo Yiheng put back his hands and put in his pocket, "then you go on sleeping, I'll pour out all the food."

"Hello Fang Jiamei saw that he really wanted to leave. She suddenly got up and jumped on his back. Her limbs entangled him. "Don't waste food!"

Mo Yiheng reached out to hook her legs and looked at her sideways. "It's too dangerous. Don't do that next time."

Fang Jiamei was stunned by the worry in his eyes. Looking at his side face, she asked involuntarily, "how do you seem to like me?"

From the first time we met, he didn't seem to have the right look at her. He was always suppressing some emotions.

Mo Yiheng paused, looked forward and walked out with her on his back, "you are my wife."

"Well?" Fang Jiamei didn't understand him.

Mo Yiheng put her on the sofa, turned and looked at her, repeated: "you are my wife, so I like you, to you, shouldn't you?"

What he said was casual but too serious. Fang Jiamei was stunned and didn't know what to answer.

"Well, you're my husband. I'm good or bad for you when you say that." Said Fang Jiamou, holding her legs low.

Mo Yiheng went to the kitchen and said casually, "so you have to compensate me in the future."

Fang Jiamei looked at his figure, got up and followed him, "shall we go out to play on the Mid Autumn Festival? I've never had the Mid Autumn Festival. "

Listening to her words, Mo Yiheng gave a little meal, looked at her eyes full of expectation, "never?"

"Well, when I was in China, my family was very poor. My mother and I were the only two people. Sometimes my mother couldn't accompany me when she had to work. Later..." Fang Jiamei thought of something and stopped.

Mo Yiheng looked at her lost face and frowned, "later?"

Fang Jiamei pursed her lips and gave him a smile. "It's nothing. My mother is the woman my father is outside. I was picked up by my father after she died. People in my father's family don't like me, so there's no place for me on the table during the festival."

She didn't think it was a shameful thing, and she wasn't afraid to talk to Mo Yiheng.

Her mother is Xiao San Although it destroyed other people's families, she also suffered a lot. As her daughter, she is the most unqualified person to talk about her.

Mo Yiheng naturally knew about her mother, but did not expect that she would not be treated well in Fang's family.

No wonder she came here at such a young age. She is still in love. I guess she wants to find someone to rely on.

Mo Yiheng touched her head and looked at her deeply. "It's OK. We'll live together. After that, where I am is your home."