President Daddy is super strong

Muqiqi woke up and the room was dark.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, only that she had a bad headache.

She struggled to get up from the bed and opened her eyes as wide as she could to adapt to the darkness.

"Awake?"

Suddenly a man's low voice came from his side, and Mu Qiqi was shocked.

Before Zhang opened his mouth, a small night light at the head of the bed was turned on.

Through the dim light, Mu Qi, dizzy and distended, saw clearly the person sitting by the bed.

Under the clean short hair, the man's good-looking side face was dyed with halo, as if there was no coldness and ferocity in ordinary days.

I don't know why she just wanted to come here. Her vision is a little fuzzy and unclear.

Anyway, he's different today.

"What happened to me?" She asked in a hoarse voice as she rubbed her fluffy Microsoft hair.

She can only remember the darkness in front of her eyes in the box of the ferris wheel, and then she knew everything.

Is it hypoglycemia again?

"The doctor said it was anemia and poor breathing." Mo yanjue explains.

Poor breathing?

Is it because of kissing? She only remembers that her brain is a little confused when she sits in her seat after being kissed. She faints when she stands up.

"What do you want to eat? I asked the waiter to deliver it." The sound broke the silence of the room again.

Muqiqi, who was sitting on the bed, shook his head, but his face was not good-looking. "I'm not hungry, little star. Have you slept?"

I didn't see the figure of the little guy on the bed. There was a strong sense of worry in her heart.

"Asleep, in the next room." Congealed to the worry on the woman's face, Mo yanjue was in a mood.

This woman is kind to the little guy from the bottom of her heart.

"No matter whether you are hungry or not, you have to eat something. I am so weak. How can I trust to give you my son!" This, with obvious overbearing.

Muqiqi is blocked, so he has to let the man get up and call the downstairs front desk.

At the moment, she still doesn't have much strength. She doesn't want to say any extra words, so she doesn't care about him.

Within minutes, the man returned to the bedroom.

Muqiqi, who is leaning on the head of the bed, closed his eyes gently, pressed his long fingers against his eyebrows, and the expression on his face was painful.

Mo yanjue stood by the bed, his sword eyebrows twisted into a ball.

He thinks that he is not an easy to show his emotions, but in front of this woman, he chose to return to the truth again and again.

What's wrong? I'll call the doctor? " There was a palpable urgency in the voice.

Mu Qiqi opens his eyes when he hears the sound, and his face is tired. "No, maybe he hasn't had a good rest recently."

She didn't have a good rest. She stayed up for several nights to design the manuscript. Besides, she was always worried that she would crush him when sleeping with the little guy. She was always half asleep and half awake.

Mo yanjue didn't speak, so he looked at her quietly.

Deep ink pupil inadvertently flashed a color of heartache.

And Muqiqi was staring at him so uneasily that he had to clear his dry throat, "Mr. Mo, please help me pour a glass of water."

Mo yanjue turned to pour water, but stopped when he reached the door.

Muqiqi looked at his tall and powerful back, and his heart was shaking.

It's over, won't you yell at her again?

It's really courageous that I dare to let him pour water for my identity.

Mu Qiqi hesitates. When he wants to get out of bed, the deep voice of the man comes.

"Don't call me Mr. Mo again. It's hard to hear!"