Mo Shao's lovely wife is sweet as honey

Chapter 118 The Happiest Thing in the World
126. Fortunately, in the next few days, work and life will be very peaceful.

Ye Nianwei went to work during the day, returned to Luo's house at night, and continued to live in Xingxuan Xiaolou.

Mo Beiming came to her in the dark almost every night, and she was used to his breath and smell.

But tonight, Mo Beiming said he had an engagement and couldn't come.

She clearly said that she didn't want him to come to her, but she couldn't sleep because of what he thought.

Picking up the phone to check the time, it was close to 10 o'clock, and wanted to call him, but was afraid of disturbing him.

Click on his micro chat interface, she wants to send him a message, what should she send?
In fact, Mo Beiming is currently in the imperial palace, lying on the sofa, undergoing examination by Zuo Yufan.

"High fever of 39.5 degrees!"

Zuo Yufan stared at him deeply with evil eyes, and saw that his face was covered with a layer of exhaustion, and his eyes were bloodshot, obviously overworked.

"What have you been doing these days? Have you been a thief?"

"Cure your illness! Take care of so many things!" Mo Beiming raised the back of his hand and rested it on his hot forehead.

The main reason for his illness was that he had not had a good rest during this time.

During the day, he had a super-intensive workload all day, and at night, he went to find Ye Nianwei to spend every night.

Back and forth on both sides, even if it is made of iron, it will not be able to bear it.

Zuo Yufan teased and said, "I think you may be suffering from lovesickness! Let your little Weiwei come back to take care of you, maybe you will recover without medicine!"

Hearing that Mo Beiming asked Ye Nianwei to pretend to be Yinyin and go to Luo's house, he said he couldn't understand.

It's not good to find someone to pretend to be, why do you have to find your own woman?
Is it really good to torture yourself like this?

Ying Xiao on the side listened, and immediately asked for advice, "Master, do you want me to inform..."

"do not want!"

Mo Beiming interrupted in time, he didn't want Ye Nianwei to worry about him, and he didn't want her to see his embarrassed and vulnerable side.

Ying Xiao fell silent, the corners of Zuo Yufan's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at him with evil eyes.

The subtext is, I want you to save face and suffer, you deserve it!
Zuo Yufan finished his diagnosis and treatment and left the imperial palace.

Mo Beiming took the antipyretics he prescribed, and then lay down on the bed to rest.

Thinking of Ye Nianwei, he picked up his phone, hesitating whether to call her or not?
His finger rested on her number, which was the first in the address book. After a long while, Mo Beiming withdrew.

Can't let her hear that he's sick!
That day in the cafe, he vowed to be her invincible and strong backing, to protect her from wind and rain, how can he let her see his sick side now?
I can't make a phone call, can I send a message?

Mo Beiming clicked on her wechat interface and opened her eyes wide.

Because he clearly saw her status display: The other party is typing...

The other party is typing...

Is Ye Nianwei sending him a message?
There is no saying that the happiest thing in the world is that when I miss you, "the other party is typing" appears on WeChat.

Mo Beiming suddenly became excited, feeling a little excited and looking forward to it.

He ignored the headache and stared at the screen, waiting for Ye Nianwei to send him a message.

This wait, more than an hour passed.

Mo Beiming's eyes almost burst open, why is she typing all the time, but not sending it?

why?
Ye Nianwei typed, deleted, deleted, typed again, felt inappropriate, deleted again...

Repeatedly……

I stayed up until midnight, and finally I couldn't bear it anymore, I was too sleepy.

Forget it, I won't post it. If I send it to him, he will definitely think that she is infatuated with him!

Turn off the lights and go to sleep!
Ye Nianwei put down his phone and closed his eyes in a daze.

She seemed to have a dream, a smoky dream.

In the dream, she saw a tall figure from the back, which looked like Huang Shaoxi, but also very similar to Mo Beiming.

……

　What do you think is the happiest thing in the world?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)