Lucky wife: let me spoil you, girl

"Mo Qingqiu, stop!"

"Speak clearly, or you won't want to leave tonight."

CC catches up with anger, blocks Mo Qingqiu's face, looks up at him, and her eyes are full of tears.

"Make it clear that what despicable thing I have done is worth your running all the way to scold me in the evening!"

"You know what you've done." Mo Qingqiu was disgusted and didn't want to see her more.

"What did I do? I didn't do anything? " CC's whole body trembled with anger. She felt that she was more wronged than Dou E.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Anyway, I've seen your ugly face." Mo Qingqiu pushed her away and went on.

CC was angry, but she was humiliated and wronged for no reason. She always had to figure out what had happened.

"You stop, you make it clear, what did I do?"

"Did the gentle bitch stir up trouble in front of you? I knew it was her? "

"Did she leave on purpose to show you?"

"That bitch is really clever."

"You'll kill her sooner or later." CC's angry eyes were red and trembled. She felt out of breath. She had never encountered such a angry thing since she was young.

"Shut up, bitch, what are you qualified to say about her!"

"Say another word to her. Be careful I'm not polite to you." Mo Qingqiu grabbed CC's Nightgown collar and almost hit it.

"You fight, why don't you fight, I'll scold her, that's bitch, bitch, bitch..."

"If you have seed, fight..."

"Go away, I don't care about you." Mo Qingqiu pushed her away and got on the elevator.

CC fell to the ground and looked at the slowly closing elevator door, lying on the ground sobbing.

"Why did you do this to me? Why? "

"Make it clear?"

"What the hell did I do?"

"Why do you call me mean..."

"Gentle! Gentle! You bitch, it's all you... If it weren't for your appearance, we wouldn't be like this... "

"Woo woo... Even if we break up, we won't become enemies..."

"Mo Qingqiu, why did you do this to me... Why..."

"Do you know how much I love you? I can die for you, but you treat me like this..."

The next morning, Mo Qingqiu slept until 11 a.m. and woke up. He stretched out his hand and hammered several times on his forehead to relieve his bursting pain.

"Hello, hello?"

"Who's calling, please?" Mo Qingqiu looked at the strange number on her mobile phone and asked puzzled.

"I'll hang up if I don't speak again..."

"Oh... Um... It hurts... My head hurts..." Mo Qingqiu's unbearable moan came from the microphone.

"Mr. Mo? Are you okay? Have you had another headache? "

"Where are you?"

"Home!"

"Where is your home address? I'll call an ambulance for you... "

Mo Qingqiu said a string of addresses, and there was no sound at the other end of the phone

"Hello... Hello... Mr. Mo, are you okay?" The phone was on, but no one spoke. Gentle was worried that he had been shocked.

Wenwan immediately dialed 120, and she also looked for it according to the address.

When she arrived, the ambulance had not arrived yet. I have to say that the efficiency of the hospital is really not very good.

"Mr. Mo, open the door!"

"Mr. Mo! Mo Zong! Can you hear me? " Gently beat the door hard.

There was no echo inside. Her cry startled the security guard of the community. After explaining the situation, the community property helped open the door.

Mo Qingqiu was lying on the floor wearing only a pair of four corner underwear, with pills sprinkled all over the floor by the bed.

Soon an ambulance arrived, and Wen Wan followed her to the hospital. It was already afternoon when Mo Qingqiu woke up again.

"I'm not dead yet. It seems that you saved my life again." Mo Qingqiu said jokingly while lying in bed.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he woke up, but when he saw his joking attitude, he turned his eyes fiercely.

"You have the heart to joke. Do you know if I go late, you'll die?"

"So I said you saved me again!"

"Come on, how can I repay you? Do you want me to promise?"

"Don't be kidding. I'm serious. Your disease needs to be treated quickly. It's dangerous to delay it."

"And in your case, how can there be no one at home?"

"If one day it happens and you die in the house, no one knows."

"I didn't say you. Not only your heart is big, but also your family's heart is big. Why don't you take your disease seriously?" Said mildly and angrily.

After many things, she now feels that what she should cherish most is life. How valuable it is to be alive. Why do some people not take their lives seriously.

Mo Qingqiu listened to the gentle words, his eyes immediately darkened, and said, "I have no family, I am an orphan!"

"Ah! Yes... Sorry, i... I don't know! " Gentle quickly apologized.

"It doesn't matter. I'm used to living alone. It's the same whether I have relatives or not."

"But... But why don't you find a nanny? It's always better to have someone to take care of you at home. At least you won't get sick. No one knows." Wenwan still suggested that he find someone to take care of him.

Mo Qingqiu suddenly asked, "have you found a new job?"

"It's not that easy to find a job. I'm not as good as you. Every company competes."

"Then come to my house and take care of me. You didn't say that my house needs a woman to take care of me!"

"Don't worry, I'll pay you every month. I'll never treat you badly!"

Wen Wan was stunned. Looking at the smile in Mo Qingqiu's eyes, he knew that he was joking. He also smiled and said, "I want to be your nanny. It's beautiful."

"Do you think I look like a nanny?"

"No, it's a little like..."

"Like who?"

"Like my girlfriend!"

"I'm not like CC at all. My eyes are so big and her eyes are so small!" Gentle, deliberately pretending not to understand.

Mo Qingqiu whispered, "a boring woman is stupid!"

"Seriously, don't you really want to go to my house to take care of me?"

"I'll give you a salary of 100000 a month. You'll exceed the salary of an ordinary nanny for a year. You're a senior nanny."

"I'm also a nanny in senior. Being a nanny is not comfortable as a master." Mo Qingqiu looked at her and said casually.

"If you want to be a hostess, can you? I agree! "

"Since you're okay, don't be funny."

"Wait!" Mo Qingqiu took her hand and wrote a string of numbers in the gentle palm of her hand.

"What is this?" Wen Wan looked at the string of numbers and asked.

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