Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

"Cough... Cough... Cough..." she coughed uncontrollably. While trying to resist the bone etching pain in her ankle, she slowly slipped down from the sofa and limped towards the kitchen.

Pei Yihuan looked at her for a few times, then sat down on the sofa. His eyes focused on the paintings that his assistant moved in.

The rain outside the window is still raining, and time is gradually passing.

After a long time, a sound of footsteps came. Mo came out with a steaming bowl in her hand. Because her ankle was too painful, she walked very slowly.

It was only a few seconds from the kitchen to the living room, but she walked for two minutes.

Walking to the table, Mo Wan carefully put the bowl in front of Pei Yihuan: "fortunately, before 12 o'clock, I made you a bowl of longevity noodles. I wish you a happy birthday!"

Her voice was still hoarse after fever, and the smile on her cheeks was still brilliant. Compared with the appearance of crying in her sleep, she was quite different.

The tall body was slightly stiff. Pei Yihuan took back his eyes without words, but his deep eyes fell on Mo Wan like a vortex.

She looked at him with a smile: "although the appearance doesn't look very good, the taste is absolutely guaranteed. I still have some confidence in my cooking."

Pei Yihuan seemed not to hear her words. His eyes were still staring at her. One of them was deep and people couldn't see the emotion.

Her face and body were burning badly. She seemed to have some dizziness in front of her eyes, but she was still holding on.

"Would you like to try it?" she asked him, "one bite is OK. One bite is enough."

"Who told you to do that?" he said in a low, cold voice.

"No one asked me to do this. They are not around you. I just want to do my best to make your birthday happier. After all, it's only once a year."

Between words, she pushed the longevity noodles forward and looked at him with a smile.

She knew in her heart who he wanted to spend his birthday with, but Zuo LAN wasn't there. His birthday was still to be celebrated.

Pei Yihuan's eyes were as cold as frost. He looked at her and said, "who do you think you are?"

"Well, I'm no one..." she ignored his words, but lowered her head, picked up longevity noodles with chopsticks and put them in front of him: "take a bite and count it."

His eyes are as dark as swirls, like ink, like snow that will not melt for thousands of years.

Her hands were violently thrown open and crashed on the table. Then she heard a "bang Dang -" sound, and then there was a deep pain. She looked up and saw that the bowl had been swept to the ground by him. The hot noodle soup spilled on her ankles, which made her painful face pale without a trace of blood.

The long noodles spilled all over the floor, and the poached eggs didn't know where to go. It was a mess

With severe pain, she stood up and stared at Pei Yihuan with gnashing teeth: "are you so noble? Are you so happy to trample on other people's kindness?"

Pei Yihuan slowly turned his face and looked at her coldly: "did I ask you to do it?"

Smelling the speech, Mo Wan gasped heavily, clenched his teeth, and looked at him with the same sneer: "you're right, I'm cheap, I'm cheap! You're a heartless person!"

Slowly, her ankle moved. When she wanted to stand up, she suddenly blacked out, and the whole person fainted on the ground.

As soon as his eyes coagulated, Pei Yihuan's tall body stood up from the sofa, picked up Mo on the ground and put him on the bed. The green veins on his forehead were beating faintly.

What a woman! damn!

The doctor disinfected and cleaned the wound on Mo's ankle, and then bandaged it.

"The patient's temperature has exceeded 40 degrees, which is very serious. In addition, the injury on her ankle is very serious. Don't let her walk around at will for three or five days."

With a cold answer, he watched the doctor go out of the villa.

Then he sat down on one side and his eyes moved slightly when he accidentally saw the long noodles and golden poached eggs falling on the ground.

When he got up, Pei Yihuan moved his long legs to the table, looked at the longevity noodles on the ground, and then his eyes fell on the cake.

Silently cut off a piece with a knife and put it into the import. The sweet and greasy taste almost immediately made him frown.

Do you want to eat such awful things for your birthday?

"Water... Water..." sleeping Mo Wan unconsciously licked the dried lips, and a vague voice came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Pei Yihuan raised his slender fingers, threw the knife and cake aside, picked up a glass of water and went to the bedside.

Her cheeks were tightly closed, her cheeks were hot, and her mouth kept whispering.

He put the water cup close to her mouth and raised his big hand slightly to make it easier for the water to flow into her mouth.

Mo Wan is like a man in the desert who finds sweet water and drinks it one mouthful after another.

It was not until she drank two glasses of water that she finally stopped crying thirsty.

Pei Yihuan put the water cup aside, picked up the red wine cup, leaned against the edge of the bed, looked at Mo's beautiful but unusually pale cheek, and took a sip of red wine

His lips wriggled, Mo Wan unconsciously whispered: "asshole! Pei Yihuan, big asshole! It's not a thing, it's not a good thing..."

With leopard like eyes staring at her, Pei Yihuan clenched the red wine cup in his hand, this woman!

The next morning.

When Mo's eyes narrowed slowly into a gap, the sky outside the window was bright. The sun shone in through the window, making her feel uncomfortable and close her eyes.

"Drink porridge!" a low, cold voice sounded in my ears.

Looking up, when Mo Wan saw Pei Yihuan, she said coldly, "please take it away. I can't afford it!"

"Eat!" Pei Yihuan stared coldly at her pale, bloodless face.

"Eating or not eating is my right, you have no right to interfere!" she still didn't look at him, and she still remembered what happened last night.

"Very ambitious..." glanced at her, Pei Yihuan coldly left a sentence, and then walked out of the villa.

Mo Wan slowly moved his body and let his upper body lean against the head of the bed. With a cold hum, he can have no ambition for anyone, but he must have ambition for him!

Time gradually passed, until a long time later, there was a noise in her stomach. Mo Wan instinctively glanced at the porridge next to her, then looked away and said, "don't eat the food!"

After another two hours, her body was already hot and soft. Now she was more powerless. She couldn't even lift her hands. After carefully listening to the movement around and making sure that the big bastard wasn't there, she took the porridge on the table with both hands and wolfed it down.