Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"Wife, will you forgive me?"

Ning Qiaoqiao lowered his head and didn't speak. His white face was moving and quiet under the light. Yu shaomo looked at her soft lips, a dark color flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and couldn't help coming up to her.

The warm yellow light seems to become a little blurred

"Second young grandma, Mo Shao!"

Just as their lips were about to meet, Dr. song suddenly rushed in from the outside with a box. When he saw the two people sitting by the bed, he was stunned and subconsciously stopped.

Unfortunately, it was late, and the charming atmosphere had dissipated. Yu shaomo raised his head and looked coldly at Dr. Song.

Dr. Song obviously received in his eyes, "what a coincidence you're here!" Realizing that he had come at the wrong time, Dr. Song's expression was a little stiff: "this... That... Second young grandmother, you say..."

What happened? Did Mo Shao kiss grandma Er just now? That should be kissing?!

But aren't they arguing? What about the agreed cold war?

Ning Qiaoqiao was also embarrassed. He looked at Yu shaomo angrily, turned his head and looked at Dr. Song with a red cheek: "Dr. Song, Yu shaomo is ill. Come and show him."

"Oh, well, what's wrong with Mo Shao?" Dr. Song asked as he walked quickly over.

Looking at the situation of the two, he was right to finish the treatment quickly.

Ning Qiaoqiao: "he has stomach trouble."

"OK, I'll check it for Mo Shao." Dr. Song respectfully said, "Mo Shao, please give me your hand."

Yu shaomo glanced at him with an eye that made people stand upright, raised one hand and handed it to him.

Dr. Song took three fingers to feel his pulse, and then -- stunned

Who can tell him that such sufficient Qi and blood, orderly breath and strong heartbeat... This is the symptom of stomach disease?

Dr. Song took a silent look at Yu shaomo. He knew something in his heart and silently withdrew his hand.

"Dr. Song, how is he?" Ningqiao asked.

"I don't know what Dr. Song checked out?" Yu shaomo looked at Dr. Song calmly, but his eyes were clear: you dare to say a wrong word is death!

Dr. Song coughed softly, frowned and said in a dignified way: "second young grandma, the situation of Mo Shao is a little serious. He hasn't had a good rest these days, and he hasn't had a good meal. He has a serious stomach disease, but you don't have to worry too much..." seeing that Ning Qiaoqiao's expression became a little dignified, Dr. Song quickly said again: "as long as he has a good rest Eat three meals a day on time and you will recover, but the point is that you can't make Mo Shao angry anymore. Anger hurting the liver is a very unfavorable factor for patients. "

"OK, I remember." Ning Qiao nodded seriously, "don't you have to give him an injection or take medicine?"

"There's no need for an injection. I'll leave some medicine and take it on time." Dr. Song opened the medicine box, took some medicine to help digestion from it and handed it to Ning Qiaoqiao: "this medicine is taken once a day, one tablet at a time."

"OK."

Ningqiao nodded.

"Please, Dr. Song." Yu shaomo's low voice was faint.

"You're too polite, Mo Shao." Dr. Song said calmly, "since there is nothing else, I won't disturb you."

After Dr. Song left, Ning Qiaoqiao put the medicine on the bedside table, looked at Yu shaomo and said, "let me get you some porridge."

"Just call someone to bring it up. You stay with me."

Yu shaomo grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let her leave.

Ning Qiaoqiao was a little helpless and stubborn, but he had to agree. He sat down by the bed and called downstairs.

After a while, the maid brought a bowl of hot porridge and several dishes. Ning Qiaoqiao didn't think so much. He knew Yu shaomo was ill and didn't tangle with him any more. She took a bowl and fed him porridge.

Yu shaomo leaned against the head of the bed and cooperated with her movements. When she fed, he ate.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Ning Qiao looked at him and said, "are you full?"

“……”

Yu shaomo shook his head.

He is a big man in his eighties. He supports a bowl of porridge. Besides, it is rare that she can feed him once. He wants to experience it again.

"But you have a stomachache." Ning Qiao frowned and thought, "why don't you eat another half bowl? Top most of the bowl and eat more when you're ready. "

"OK."

Yu shaomo nodded.

At this time, of course, she can say anything.

Ning Qiaoqiao picked up his cell phone and ordered the maid to send another half bowl of porridge. After a while, he fed Yu shaomo. He got up and poured half a glass of water to feed him medicine.

Yu shaomo didn't hesitate. After all, Dr. Song didn't dare to give him any strange medicine.

"Well, it's getting late. Have a good rest. I'll go back to my room first."

Ningqiao stood up and said.

"Where are you going?" Yu shaomo frowned and looked at him.

"Go back to your room and sleep next door." Ningqiao, of course.

"No, you stay here with me!" Yu shaomo held her wrist with a slight force and pulled her down.

Ning Qiaoqiao fell into his arms and exclaimed, "be careful! What if it hits your stomach! "

"You haven't slept with me for a long time. Since you have forgiven me, stay with me at night." Yu shaomo hugged her tightly and told her nothing at all.

Ning Qiao was stunned: "but your injury..."

"Now that you know I'm hurt, you should know I need to take care of!"

He made it clear that he deliberately made an excuse for her to stay. Ning Qiao's eyes flashed and sighed helplessly: "OK, but let me go first."

Uncle Fu is right. Since he doesn't intend to separate, why torture each other.

"You promised me you wouldn't go?" Yu shaomo's English eyebrows are slightly picked.

Ning Qiaoqiao was stunned and a little unhappy: "what do you mean, you don't believe me?"

"Judging from what you have done these days, I really don't believe you very much now." Yu shaomo nodded seriously.

Who knows if she will suddenly turn her face and say, "I'm not going to make up with you", then he'll really get a stomachache from anger.

"Yu shaomo, what do you mean? You are the one who lies! How dare you say you don't believe me now? " Ningqiao beat him on the shoulder angrily.

Yu shaomo didn't feel hurt. She just thought she was being coquettish. A smile flashed at the bottom of her eyes, hugged her and said, "who told you to ignore me these days? I'm afraid of you. Doctor song also said I can't be angry, so don't be angry with me."

He was half threatening and half pleading. He was playing a rogue. Ning Qiaoqiao was helpless and sighed, "OK, I won't go. Let me go now. I have to take a bath."

Take a bath

Yu shaomo's mind flashed some * * pictures when he was with her, and a touch of scarlet red flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

"Yu shaomo? "Yu shaomo?"

Seeing Yu shaomo staring at her in a daze, Ning Qiaoqiao raised his hand and shook it in front of him.

"Well, you go take a bath."

Yu shaomo regained his mind, loosened her waist with his big hand, and rolled up and down the back street.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at him strangely and didn't say much. He got up and walked to the bathroom.

After washing, she put on a white bathrobe and came out. Yu shaomo had leaned against the head of the bed, opened one quilt and patted the position around her: "come here."

A long time ago, they were like this. Sometimes when he came back early, he would wait for her to rest together.

I don't know why, Ning Qiaoqiao suddenly felt like an separated life at this time.

"Joe, Joe?" Yu shaomo called her.

"Huh?" Ning Qiaoqiao returned to his senses, smiled and went to bed.

Yu shaomo pinched her face intimately and didn't say anything. He asked her to lie down first, then lay down next to her, and stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms.

It used to be a common thing. After so many quarrels, sadness, cold war and disappointment, they suddenly felt some emotion.

Yu shaomo tightened his arm around her waist, and his warm breath rushed behind her ear: "Ning Qiaoqiao, what are you thinking?"

"Nothing. You're not feeling well. Have a rest early." Ning Qiaoqiao looked at a vase not far away and said.

"I can't sleep. You can talk to me." Yu shaomo turned her over.

"What do you want to talk about?"

The desk lamp was not turned off. Ning Qiao saw his handsome and extraordinary face. Under the light, he was less domineering and more gentle.

Under the quilt, Yu shaomo hugged her, and their bodies were warm next to each other.

"Tell me where you went after you left Donglan's house? How did you find South Asia? " Yu shaomo took her hand and played with her fingers.

Ning Qiao's face changed: "you..."

"We've all made up. You're not allowed to be angry with me about this!" Yu shaomo's low voice interrupted her.

Ning Qiaoqiao was of course very angry, but now that they had made peace, they quarreled again about these things at this time, which seemed like she was holding on to it. He sighed: "after leaving Donglan's house, I want to find Yu Xing, but I don't know where he is. People who don't want to find you asked, so I went to Joshua. He helped me find Yu Xing's address."

Joshua

Finally know who let her touch Yu Shaohan!

Yu shaomo's affectionate eyes quietly flashed a touch of cold, stared at her tightly and said, "did you really intend to leave me at that time?"

When she wanted to see Yu Xing, she should first go to his people, but he didn't go. She didn't want him to know her news or have anything to do with him.

Although he knew she was angry at that time, Yu shaomo still felt a dull pain when he knew she did so.

Ning Qiaoqiao bit his lips, his eyes were a little dim, and his eyelashes were slightly drooping: "yes, I had already thought about it at that time. Since you want to be with Qi He, you can be together. I don't want to see you anymore. We'll never have any relationship in the future."