Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"Ah?" Yi Qiao eyes almost closed, heard him speak, and looked up at him, Leng a few seconds, "Oh."

Mo Beiting's expression can be called fierce. He pursed his lips and looked at her with aggressive eyes. "Oh, what do you mean?"

“……”

"The porridge is cold."

Yi Qiao doesn't want to keep pestering with him about such meaningless topics, but obviously, Mo Beiting doesn't stop talking, "I've had an accident."

"I know."

Not only she knows, but a lot of people do.

Chen Baimo was at the door of the emergency room, crying like a dead father, "you should be glad you're not a star, or you'll get the front page headlines tomorrow."

She seldom made a joke, but Mo Beiting didn't understand, "what?"

"Jokes."

Mo Beiting

The porridge was almost warm. He was really hungry. After eating the porridge, he twisted his eyebrows.

Yi Qiao didn't notice this detail, she supported her head with her hands, her eyes half narrowed, the whole person looked lazy.

"Listen to me, you need to change the decoration in the villa." When he asked her, his eyes were dark, and his tone was very dull. It seemed that he just asked casually, without any other meaning.

Mo Beiting will know this, Yi Qiao is not surprised, eyes also didn't open, "EH."

After that, she remembered that the villa was mo Beiting. It seemed that it was not right for her to make her own decision. "Is that ok?"

OK?

Mo Beiting picks an eyebrow, how all don't think Shen Yi Qiao is the person that can obediently obey.

"What if I say no?"

Yi Qiao thought about it seriously and looked at him: "I've smashed a lot of decorations in my house."

Mo Beiting was stunned and lost his smile. He raised his hand and rubbed it on the top of her hair. "That's my villa."

"Legally, it's our common property. I have the right to dispose of it."

When they got married, they didn't sign the prenuptial property certificate, and they didn't know whether he really didn't value money, or whether he was confident enough that no one would dare to covet his precious things.

"Come up." Mo Beiting patted his side with a light smile in his eyes.

The bed in VIP ward is wide and big. It's more than enough for three people to sleep. Yi Qiao is really tired. Even if she can't sleep, it's more comfortable to lie in bed with eyes closed.

She took off her shoes, climbed into bed, turned her back to Mo Beiting and closed her eyes.

There are only two wall lamps in the ward. The light is soft and not dazzling. The warm yellow light has plated a layer of halo on her body. You can clearly see the fine hair on the woman's face!

Mo Beiting had a lot of sleep during the day, and after the anesthetic, his wound began to hurt and he couldn't sleep now.

Yi Joe doesn't sleep well. He knows that.

Seeing that she closed her eyes, he leaned over to turn off the light to make her sleep better.

Yi Qiao detects his action, light said a sentence: "open."

"This affects sleep. It's still early from dawn. You can sleep for a while." Mo Beiting's expression was light, but he could not disobey the command tone. He turned off the light, lay down, and put his bracelet on Yi Qiao's waist.

Yi Qiao opened his eyes: "your arm doesn't hurt?"

She had just seen a circle of gauze around his left arm.

Mo Beiting's jaw was close to her shoulder, and his hands were very regular. When he heard her ask, he gave a faint "en", but he didn't intend to let go.

Ear side, his voice steady, "good, sleep."

Yi Qiao is held by him in the bosom, originally what sleepiness, afterwards gradually fell asleep!

……

The next day.

Mo Beiting woke up and there was no one on his side. He turned his head and looked out of the window. It was bright.

Sit up from the bed, the action is too big, accidentally pulled to the wound, the head came to a dull dull pain.

He twisted his eyebrows and pressed the wound through the gauze!

"Does it hurt? I'll call the doctor

A hasty female voice was heard in the ear, and the shadow was enveloped with a faint fragrance of perfume. Next, Moore's hand was held by a pair of soft hands.

He hurt a little trance, subconscious backhand hold, "I'm ok, don't call a doctor."

Chen Baimo was wrapped in Mo Beiting's hand. He was very happy. There was a soft smile in his eyes. His voice was subconsciously soft. "I made porridge. You go to wash first. It's almost cold when you come out."

When the pain eased, Mo Beiting heard Chen Baimo's voice clearly, released his hand and looked up at her, "how are you?"

The light from the window blurred the expressionless Mo Beiting.

But Chen Baimo still saw his tightened eyebrows, a burst of tightening pain in his heart, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

She didn't want to be too weak in front of Mo Beiting. For so many years, she clearly knew that this man didn't like a woman who would cry when something happened. She pursed her lips and stepped back. Her face returned to the usual Elegance: "I'm afraid you can't get used to the food in the hospital, so I specially cooked porridge."

This is just an excuse, there are words Jin in, absolutely won't treat him badly on the food.

She looked at the gauze on Mo Beiting's head, a little confused.

I never thought that one day she would see Mo Beiting and need to make excuses.

"Well," Mo Beiting got up to brush his teeth and looked at the door subconsciously, "when you just came in, was there anyone else in the ward?"

Chen Baimo's body was slightly stiff.

She naturally knew who he was asking.