Forbidden love to the bone, president please let go

All the way.

When she arrived at the apartment downstairs, Xia Fuqing had a strange feeling in her heart. The apartment carried her too many good and bad memories.

This is the place where she and Mo tingjun met for the first time, and it has become the place where she and Mo tingjun have been in contact ever since.

Xia Fuqing still clearly remembers her fear when she was brought here.

At that time, Mo tingjun pushed open the door and walked up to her against the light. He gently lifted her chin and reflected her cold face into her pupils. At that moment, her heart almost stopped beating for several times, and her fear seemed to disappear.

His lips slightly hook, the voice seems to be with seductive bewitching: "I don't like to do things that force others, let you follow me, do you want to?"

At that time, as if he had taken away his soul, he could not say a word for a long time.

Maybe her reaction made him feel funny. With a smile in his eyes, he released his hand and told her again, "if you don't want to, I won't force you. Don't worry. If you go out from here, they won't embarrass you much, but if you follow me, I will make you to the top of the entertainment industry, so that you won't be bullied for such small money as today."

Xia Fuqing also clearly remembers that she took the initiative to stretch out her hand at the last moment to hold Mo tingjun, who was about to leave, and said, "I do."

It was her own initiative to enter the abyss.

So it's her fault to come to this point.

She took a few deep breaths, threw these inexplicable memories out of her mind, and walked into the apartment.

Arriving at the door, she skillfully unlocked the door.

Close the door and stand in the porch. Xia Fuqing is stunned for a moment. Mo tingjun's shoes are on the ground.

He's in the apartment?

Xia Fuqing's brain was blank for a moment because of this cognition, and then she went inside.

In her impression, Mo tingjun seldom comes to this apartment. He never comes here alone except that he will spend the night here when he meets with her.

The door of the room was hidden. She pushed it open easily. At a glance, she saw Mo tingjun sleeping on the big bed inside.

Summer Zheng on the door, what is the taste.

What is he living in this apartment alone at this time? Are you poor?

Xia Fuqing's heart was slightly sour, and then a breath came up. She didn't know whether she was angry with herself or Mo tingjun. She took a long breath and strode in.

She won't be soft on him any more!

When she came to the bedside, she reached for the quilt to wake him up, "Mo Ting..."

"Don't..." In his sleep, Mo tingjun didn't know what he was dreaming about. He suddenly murmured bitterly. His expression was totally different from his usual indifference. The lines of his whole face seemed to soften down. His eyes were closed, and his forehead was in a cold sweat. He looked very miserable.

Xia Fuqing's motion of lifting the quilt also stopped. She turned to touch his forehead. The heat made her immediately withdraw her hand, "Mo tingjun? You have a fever

However, Mo tingjun didn't give her any response. His whole facial features were all wrinkled together, immersed in his nightmare.

Xia Fuqing unconsciously leaned over and listened carefully before he realized that what he was shouting was Dad and Mom?

This made her feel funny for a moment. Who would believe it? How can Mr. mo of tingcheng international group call his mother like a child when he is sick?

However, over the years, she had never seen what Mo tingjun looked like when he was ill.

"Forget it. It's the last act of kindness." Xia Fuqing looked at his red cheek and comforted herself. Then she went to take out the thermometer and took his temperature.

After the test, just about to check, Mo tingjun on the bed suddenly grabbed her hand, the strength was frightening.

Xia Fuqing frowned slightly, while Mo tingjun on the bed said nonsense again: "Mom Don't leave me Dad, don't leave me. I'll be good. Don't leave me... "

At the moment, Mo tingjun seems to have really become a child of five or six years old, especially vulnerable.

I don't know if it's because of my mother's pregnancy. Xia Fuqing didn't want to break his hand for a moment. She subconsciously softened her tone and patted his head with her other hand: "I won't leave you. Don't worry. You're sick. Shall I cool you down?"

Maybe this made him listen. He relaxed his grip on her hand. She pulled out her hand and tucked him in, but suddenly found that Mo tingjun's eyes were wet with tears.

She was stunned. What kind of dream did he have Is it so hard?

When going to prepare medicine and physical cooling materials for Mo tingjun, Xia Fuqing can't help thinking of Mo tingjun's parents.

After Mo tingjun became an adult, they handed over the company to him. They were abroad all the year round and only came back to China once a few years. In this way, Mo tingjun was often alone in China.

But when they left him, he was an adult. Was he still so dependent on his parents?Xia Fuqing suddenly finds that her mind is filled with Mo tingjun's affairs again, which makes her despise her own indecision. It must be that the apartment brings her too strong emotions, which makes her feel wrong.

She took a deep breath and walked into the room without any distractions. After trying to feed Mo tingjun several times, she directly pasted antipyretic paste on him, and then covered his forehead with a cold towel.

In any case, she can achieve this point has enough benevolence, as for medicine, like to eat or not.

Just then, the cell phone in her pocket rang.

Xia Fuqing walked out of the room and picked up the phone in the living room. When she woke up, Lin Yuanxin saw the note she left. She was very worried, "why did you leave without saying it? I got up in the morning and saw that your room was empty. I was scared to death! "

"I'm ok. Don't worry. Didn't I leave a note for you?" Xia Fuqing comforted her.

"I'm still worried. Did you go to the father?"

"Well."

"How's it going? Is everything going well? Shall I come and pick you up? " Lin Yuanxin wanted to tie her to his side so that he could rest assured.

Xia Fuqing couldn't help laughing, "I'm not a child, what can happen? Don't worry. I'll go back when it's done. "

"When will it be finished? Give me a moment, and I'll meet you at the door

"I'm not sure. Don't you have your own business to deal with? Don't go around me all the time. " Xia Fuqing couldn't help laughing.

Before Lin Yuanxin could reply, there was a low voice behind Xia Fuqing: "Xia Fuqing? Why are you here? "