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Cheng Qingyao didn't bother to take care of him. He fished out bowls of noodles, added spoons of soup, and finally put fried shredded meat on it for Liu Jianduan to go out: "ask Qinglian to eat first, he would have been hungry."

"Take it out, I dare not." Liu Jian counseled, afraid to face Mo Li, and afraid that Mo Li would knock him to death by the door.

Cheng Qingyao couldn't force him, so she had to take it out by herself: "Qinglian, come and eat noodles." she only looked for Mo Qinglian, but didn't look at Mo Li's direction.

Mo Li has headache, nausea and nausea. Leaning on the sofa is not as good as a moment. Every minute is in danger of death. The moment Cheng Qingyao came out, he was still weak and fell down, humming twice.

But in this way, Cheng Qingyao ignored him, made Qinglian eat noodles, and she turned back to the kitchen. Liu Jian also took the opportunity to grab her hand and said it was an inspection. In fact, it was wiping oil. He put his fingertips on the palm of her hand and gently rubbed it.

Mo Li is going to die. He is going to die of anger. A mouthful of old blood is held in his chest and hurts his lungs. Liu Jian, you step on the horse and let go of her hand. Her hand belongs to my young master and belongs to my young master.

Liu Jian didn't let go and squatted down to lift her pants... Dying, dying, this is playing hooligans. They all played in front of him??? He shouted angrily, "Liu Jian, do you want to be shameless? You don't want to eat. I'm still hungry! You're blind. Don't you see Qinglian eating so delicious? I'm hungry. I'm hungry. The patient needs nutrition. Don't you know? Quack, quack."

Mo Li could sit still. He stood up from the sofa, dizzy and nauseous. Unable to suppress it, he stumbled into the bathroom holding the furniture.

Liu Jian screamed that it was bad and immediately followed him. Fortunately, he didn't fall down. He vomited in the sink and couldn't spit out anything. Touch his forehead again, not 39 degrees, but also 38.5 degrees.

Originally, his fever was not easy to retreat. He rushed here before he finished the injection during the day. At present, the efficacy is not enough and his mood is unstable. Naturally, the high fever rises instead of retreating!

He will help him to rest in bed and then continue the infusion. But he didn't do it and pushed him away: "when I go to bed, you can rest assured and boldly insult her? I tell you, stay away from her, she is mine. I have feelings for her in my heart, she can only be mine, you can't touch it."

Mo Li has been emphasizing all night. It's a feeling in his heart.

Mo Jianling heard it and Cheng Qingyao heard it. Because of this sentence, they can't judge whether Mo Li has memory. With the feeling in my heart, it makes perfect sense to be jealous and strive for it.

"Mo Lao, eat." Cheng Qingyao put a bowl of noodles on the table: "Mo Zong, eat. A Jian, eat."

Mo Li couldn't eat. He directly fell his chopsticks. Ah Jian, is this ah Jian? Why didn't she call him ah Li?

Cheng Qingyao doesn't care whether he likes to eat or not. She eats by herself. However, he didn't eat, so he wanted to force Cheng Qingyao to coax him to eat.

He doesn't believe that Cheng Qingyao can be so cruel!

However, Cheng Qingyao was not moved. Mo Qinglian, who finished eating noodles, was still not satisfied. Seeing that his bowl was full, he pulled it directly in front of him.

You're welcome, eat!

Mo Li was stupid in an instant. He was completely stupid. There were five people in a room. Are these four people bullying him? What is the United Nations? That's it!

Can't live.

I can't live any longer.

Wronged like a cabbage, the ground is yellow, and two tears are streaming... Cheng Qingyao still ignores him. He just takes out a paper towel to wipe Mo Qinglian's mouth and asks him to eat slowly. He also says he will make it for him tomorrow, takes him to work in the company tomorrow, and wants Mo Jianling and Mo Qinglian to live in her villa

What else did he say? He didn't hear it. He only knew that he was going to be angry!

When he finished cleaning up the table, he was the only one hungry. They were all full and no one cared about him. The mood was like... Liu Jian also politely ran to wash the dishes and said that Cheng Qingyao's hand was hurt and was not suitable to touch the water again. Cheng Qingyao was obedient and didn't wash the dishes. She ran to pack Mo Lao and Mo Qinglian and wanted to take them home.

She really took them away. When she left, she didn't say hello to him or ask him where he would stay tonight. He left him alone at the table like a fool. He felt that he was abandoned, that she would not forgive him, and that she couldn't get through Lin xiner.

Lin xiner!

Lin xiner!

Liu Jian picked him up and asked him where to stay tonight. He thought and thought, and finally decided to go back to the villa, which was the nearest place to her.

When they got home, they were all asleep. They walked in gently. Mo Li also went to Yao Yao's room. Yao Yao had already fallen asleep. His small body slept very regularly. His small face was beautiful and his sword eyebrows were flying. He looked like him.

You don't need to be introduced. You can see at a glance that Yao Yao is his son!

He sighed, touched his face and gently withdrew from the room. Back in his room, Liu Jian asked him to take a hot bath to reduce his fever, and then give him an infusion. There were analgesics and sleeping pills in the potion, and soon he was a little dizzy.

But I can't sleep well, and my limbs move from time to time.

At about 11:00, Liu Jian's cell phone rang. It was Cheng Qingyao's phone. He said in a low voice, "is he asleep? I cooked the white porridge and waited outside the door. Is it convenient for you to come out and get it now?"

Liu Jian looked at him and thought he would not wake up. He gently brought him to the door and downstairs to get porridge. In fact, he had no appetite. She knew that she wouldn't really make him hungry. When she came back and settled down, Mo Qinglian hurried into the kitchen to cook porridge.

What's the matter? She's also his nanny. It's a natural duty to cook for him!

She gave him the thermos bucket and reminded him: "don't tell him I made it, or he will be proud. If Lin Xin'er knows, I must have no good fruit to eat."

"I know. If you don't tell him, do you want to come in and see him?" Liu Jian thought she was around. He could sleep more safely.

Cheng Qingyao wants to go, but on second thought, she still doesn't have the intention to forgive him, and she really can't accept Lin xiner and his women. Let's do it first. Let's talk quietly.

She didn't stay. She went home to rest and let Liu Jian seize the opportunity to rest. Liu Jian said yes. When he returned to the room, he found that Mo Li didn't move and didn't even change his posture. But I slept more soundly than before. My feet didn't smoke much, and my facial features were much more relaxed.

The next day, his fever unexpectedly subsided, there was no burning temperature, only a little low fever, which could be cured by taking medicine. His appetite also recovered a lot. He drank all the hot porridge last night and ate two fried eggs.

Finally, while wiping his mouth, he said, "Liu Jian, you don't have to accompany me today. I can cure the rest of the root causes myself. From today on, you don't have my order. You're not allowed to go any closer to Mohs."

"OK!" Liu Jian can understand no matter how stupid he is. He just wants to isolate him and separate him from Cheng Qingyao. To tell the truth, Liu Jian can't wait. He doesn't want to stir up their mixed water. He left the medicine, the prescription, and then drove away with the ball under his feet.

The rest Mo Li stood at the door, looked at the direction of Cheng Qingyao's villa, and waved to Yao Yao who had just finished dinner: "son, come here, today my father took you to the hospital to see a little sister..."