Madam is right

Chapter 236 136. The daughter is extroverted
"Yanqing!...Zhao Yanqing!"

Mo Zhichu lay beside him, brushing a lock of his hair out of boredom, brushing it on his face one by one.

With his eyes closed, he felt some itchy touch on his face, as well as traces of warm breath, pounced on his cheeks regularly.

He woke up, but did not open his eyes.He watched furtively, wondering what those around him would do.

Mo Zhichu didn't know that he had woken up, so he just playfully tickled him with his hair.

But!Why doesn't this person wake up!
Miss Mo's patience!use!Finish!La!

Mo Zhichu pouted, puffed his cheeks, shook his hair, turned around and rolled into the bed, and when he hit the wall, he rolled out again until he hit him, and then rolled in again.

Mo Zhichu rolled the egg roll on the bed while humming.

Finally couldn't bear it anymore, Mo Zhichu said angrily: "Zhao Yanqing! Get up quickly! I'm starving to death! Your little rabbit is going to starve to death!"

Hearing this, he could no longer continue to pretend to be asleep.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The little girl's eyes lit up when she heard the movement, and she immediately stopped rolling, got up all at once, and lay down on his chest.

The little girl was smiling, and her eyes were bright. He seemed to be able to see his shadow in her eyes.

He looked at her tenderly, and heard the little girl say happily: "You're awake!"

He reached out to smooth her messy hair, smiled and nodded.

"Chu'er hungry?"

Mo Zhichu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I've been hungry for a long time! I've been hungry since last night! I just drank a cup of mare's milk in the morning, and it's still so bitter..."

Speaking of this, Mo Zhichu pursed his lips in grievance, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Zhao Yanqing! You don't love me anymore! You said you would cook me something delicious when it's over! But you fell asleep like this Long!"

He just remembered that he had lost consciousness before.

He frowned slightly and asked, "Have I slept for a long time?"

Mo Zhichu pouted and nodded.

"Then why didn't Chu'er wake me up earlier?"

Mo Zhichu lay beside him with his elbows propped up, his chin resting in his palms, his little feet dangling in the air.

She lowered her head and thought for a while and said, "I see that you are so tired, so I want you to rest first. I'm sorry... I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but I'm really hungry..."

Mo Zhichu's voice became softer and his face turned red.

After listening to her words, Zhao Mo only felt that his heart was warm, and he had a feeling of being filled with something, almost overflowing.

He sat up from the bed, looked at Mo Zhichu beside him, and pulled her up from the bed too.

He took her hands: "Chu'er has nothing to apologize for, it's my fault, I should get up earlier. I'm hungry, will Chu'er be angry with me?"

When Mo Zhichu heard the words, he "hummed" and turned his head to the side.

She glanced at him with her sly eyes, and said, "Well... If you make me delicious food, I will consider forgiving you reluctantly."

When he heard it, he smiled and rolled his eyes, "Okay. What would Chu'er want to eat then?"

"I want to eat glutinous rice and lotus root, I want to eat sweet and sour pork, I want to eat sweet braised pork!" Mo Zhichu said with a happy face, raised his arms and rolled into his arms.

The pampering in his eyes could not be contained anymore, he took her hand, took her out of bed with him, and walked to the kitchen: "Okay, I'll make whatever Chu'er wants to eat for you, okay?" ?”

"Yan Qing Yan Qing! Look!"

Zhao Mo looked in the direction of her finger, and saw flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains.

"Yanqing! Do you remember the flower crown you made for me before? Make me another one!"

He reached out and rubbed her head: "Didn't you say you were hungry just now? You're not hungry now?"

She giggled, "Let's make the corolla first!"

As long as it is what she wants, Zhao Mo will definitely satisfy her unconditionally.

Zhao Mo is also ingenious, and soon a flower crown is ready.

He presented the flower crown in front of her, but saw the little girl waiting with her hands behind her back.He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, walked up to her, and put the flower crown on her with his own hands.

"Well, it's just right. Chu'er is so pretty."

Mo Zhichu wearing a corolla is like a child getting a beloved toy.Wearing a corolla, she happily turned around in the sea of ​​flowers. A passing butterfly slowly stopped at the tip of her nose, and she also stopped.

But after waiting for a long time, the butterfly didn't intend to fly away.She reached out her hand maliciously to catch the butterfly's tentacles, but now the butterfly knew what she meant, fluttered its wings and flew away.

Seeing the butterfly flying away, Mo Zhichu smiled and chased after the butterfly.

Seeing the little girl running farther and farther, he couldn't help feeling a little worried, and shouted from a distance: "Chu'er, don't run far away! Come back and eat something first!"

But Mo Zhichu might have really run away, and he didn't hear his voice at all.

Seeing the little girl running farther and farther down the hillside, Zhao Mo shook his head helplessly and followed.

But it wasn't until he got closer that he realized that Mo Zhichu at the bottom of the hill had fallen into a pool of blood.

Her white dress was dyed red, and there was a lot of blood under her body. She still wore the flower crown he just made for her on her head, and she was flying like a little butterfly just now, but now, why? Just lying there quietly like that?

Zhao Mo ran to Mo Zhichu like crazy, but no matter how he ran, he couldn't seem to get close to her.

His eyes were red, and he kept yelling her name: "Chu'er! Chu'er! Come back quickly! Let's stop making trouble, shall we? It's my fault...it's all my fault..."

……

Mo Zhichu squatted beside the bed, watching how Zhao Mo changed from a happy face to a painful one.

Zhao Mo clearly fell into a coma, but Mo Zhichu saw the tears accumulated in his eyes, and Mo Zhichu himself didn't realize that when her eyes were also red.

She turned back nervously and asked Song He: "Old man! How could he be like this?! It's been so long, haven't you guys made an antidote yet?"

Song He could yell at Wang Yi, he could talk nonsense to Wang Yi, but he couldn't say anything about Mo Chuchu.

Wang Yi looked at Song He who was silent, and said, "Little Commander, we have tried our best..."

"I don't want to listen to the bullshit that you have tried your best! I want them to wake up!" Mo Zhichu's voice was a little choked.

"I'm sorry, we've tried a lot of medicines, but instead of waking up, their pulses are getting weaker and weaker. If this continues..."

"Until the last moment! No one is allowed to give up!" Mo Zhichu was a little excited, but tears stubbornly kept in his eyes and refused to flow down.

Mo Changjian stood outside the door, looked at the moon in the sky, and sighed: Alas... as expected, my daughter is extroverted...

(End of this chapter)