Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

Before she could walk to the door, there was a slap behind her, and Chi Huan turned around immediately, "What are you doing?"

The notebook that was originally on the table of the bed fell off the bed somehow, making a loud noise, and when she turned and looked over, she just saw the man trying to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

He suffered a comminuted fracture of his left leg, was he crazy?

Chi Huan rushed over without thinking, and even the handbag in her hand fell to the ground because of her letting go.

She pressed him hard, screaming as if she had been stimulated, "Mo Shiqian, are you crazy?"

Compared to her fierce emotions, the man looked even indifferent, but when she pressed her hand up, he clasped her wrist with her backhand, and spit out two words, "No."

The calmer he is, the more angry she is, "Your leg is broken, what do you want to do when you get out of bed?"

Mo Shiqian pinched her cold finger, "Only one leg was broken."

She asked coldly, "Then what do you want to do?"

He looked into her eyes, "Since you are here, don't leave. I haven't seen you for a week."

"You chose not to see me."

He said faintly, but his palm held her weak hand in his palm, "You can't leave if you are angry, otherwise, I don't know when you will come back."

He spoke plainly, but Chi Huan's heart was sour for no reason.

Her voice also calmed down, her lips pursed, "I'll be here when I'm ready for lunch."

The man's dark black eyes looked into her eyes, and his thin lips uttered a low voice, "Compared to lunch, I want you to be with me more now."

Chi Huan couldn't help him.

He already said so, what can she do with him?

She sighed, "Okay, let go first, I'll call Ma Li, let the kitchen prepare the food, and then let An Ke go back to pick it up."

"Well, good, just fight in the ward."

Make a call, where else can she go?

He let go, Chi Huan went back and picked up his bag, then took out his mobile phone from it and called Ma Li. Finally, he opened the door of the ward and stood at the door and said to An Ke. She went back to the villa.

Closing the door again, she folds back and picks up the notebook that fell to the ground, and checks the next line, "It seems to be broken, I will ask An Ke to bring the notebook at home."

"it is good."

Chi Huan sat down by the hospital bed, his head lying on the bed.

After a while, the man's big palm touched her head, "Why don't you speak?"

"Shouldn't the patient need to be quiet?"

"I like to listen to you."

speak?

What are you talking about?

He didn't even want to tell her his real injury.

"Mo Shiqian."

"Ok?"

"Do you like me?"

"Ok."

"what do you like about me?"

The man's hand still stroked her hair, like a pet.

He thought for a while before answering, "I don't know."

Chi Huan finally sat up straight and looked up at him, "Do you think it is worth it to be with me so hard?"

He curled his eyebrows, "You think it's not worth it?"

She shook her head as if she was laughing, but the smile seemed transparent, and her voice was as soft as a sigh, "I am unscathed, there is nothing worthless."

Mo Shiqian looked at her face that was so dim and not as bright as before, and his faint voice seemed to remind her, "You promised not to leave me."

Chi Huan lowered his head and took his hand by the bed.

Two fingers were bandaged, and the slender and well-knotted hands were covered with disordered scars. They looked a little embarrassed, and they were no longer as clean and beautiful... Although it is not appropriate to describe a man's hand as beautiful.

"I just feel that I am with you and I can't do anything for you... Lawrence may be utilitarian, but it is natural for him to think that way. I neither have a good family background nor can I help you at work. , I can't cook you a meal like an ordinary woman."

There may be nothing when nothing happened before, but what can she do once the storm comes over?

She was frustrated, a frustration she had never had before.

"No, I don't need what you said, Chi Huan, don't try to take what I want for what I don't need."

She was startled and looked up at him.

………………

After eating, Mo Shiqian took a nap for a while——

Of course, he would close his eyes only if she lay beside her with him.

I don't know if a man is also vulnerable when he is injured or sick. Chi Huan even felt that he was so tired of her that she was a little like a child. She had to accompany her to eat and sleep, and she was not allowed to go away.

As if she walked away a little bit, she wouldn't come back again.

She is indeed sleepy, because in this period of time, she has not slept soundly any night, either uneasy or awakened from a nightmare.

Facing the empty night when waking up late at night is even more a flustered and lonely thing.

She misses him every day, but she suffers from insomnia at night or peaks when she wakes up.

At this moment, she was lying next to him, smelling his breath. Although the smell of disinfectant and the faint ointment were mixed, she quickly fell asleep.

It's just that she doesn't know, and Mo Shiqian is the same.

It is very inexplicable. Lying in the hospital is more difficult to sleep than in the few days in prison. It is not until the arm is holding the woman's body and smelling the fragrance of her hair that she can sleep peacefully.

Two hours later.

Chi Huan woke up before him.

Seeing the whiteness on the ceiling and a strange place, she was in a daze for a while before realizing where she was.

Looking sideways at the handsome face of the man.

Close at hand, there are bruises, but it has faded a lot.

His eyelashes are very long, longer than women, and his skin is hardly worse than her carefully cared for.

But at such a close distance, she has no sense of reality.

It always feels like a dream, and will wake up at any time.

She got out of bed lightly and walked to the window, where there was snow again.

There has been a lot of snow this winter.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid to disturb him...a closer look will reveal that he also has unnoticeable bruises right now, and I guess he hasn't rested well during this period.

Perhaps it was the quietness and the smell of disinfectant that made her suffocate.

She opened the door and walked out of the ward.

I didn't plan to go to other places, or go to other places, but I didn't move much for most of the day, and walked aimlessly in the corridor of the hospital.

As I walked, I remembered that Wen Yi had also been in this hospital before. With the mind that there was nowhere to go anyway, she followed the memory to the ward where she was staying... just didn't know if she was still there.

The patient's name is written outside the separate senior ward.

She glanced at it, and the name was Wen Yi.

After thinking about it, she reached out and clicked the door.

"Come in."

She twisted the doorknob, opened the door, and saw the woman sitting on the hospital bed looking out the window and looking towards her.

I was not surprised to see her, "Miss Chi."

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