President spoils the dark wife

Jing mowen fell asleep after being fed the medicine. He didn't know how long it took. He just felt uncomfortable and thirsty.

"Water..."

She was changing the ice for Jing mowen. When she heard the sound, she leaned over, "what are you talking about?"

She watched him all night and didn't dare to close her eyes. Now the whole person is a little dizzy.

Jing mowen whispered again. Yiran still couldn't hear clearly and leaned over.

However, the weak man did not know where the strength came from. He hooked Yiran's neck, "don't go..."

Close to the man's chest, Yiran has a disordered heart rate and shortness of breath, "I won't go. Let go of me, darling, let go of you..."

Yiran managed to break free from Jing mowen's arms, and finally heard what Jing mowen said when he was sleepy, so she turned and poured water for him.

When he came back, he found that the man in bed had woken up and was looking at himself indifferently.

The morning light shone on his stiff face, plated with a light golden shimmer, as if it did not belong to the world.

"Wake up?" Yi Ran went over and handed the water to Jing mowen. "Here, drink."

"Feed me."

Even if he became so ill, Jing mowen was still overbearing and self righteous.

OK, you're sick. You're an uncle. When you get well, you won't die!

Yiran held back her anger and went over to erect her pillow, making Jing mowen lean against the head of the bed.

Jing mowen took a drink and frowned, "you want to burn me!"

Yiran was suddenly yelled, frowned, didn't have the same knowledge as the sick Jing mowen, took back the water and took a drink.

"Warm, where is it hot?"

Jing mowen looked away. "I don't care. It's so hot. You blow it cold for me."

"I'll change you a glass of cold water."

Yiran got up to go.

"How can you give cold water to the patient! You think I'm more ill, don't you?"

"You've got an inch in your fucking hand, haven't you?" Yi Ran turns back and stares at Jing mowen angrily, eager to pour the water in his hand on him.

"You hurt me..."

The man frowned, depressed and lay back in bed. He looked at the blue sky outside the window in a sad tone, "I thought how gentle I was when you were ill. I didn't expect that it was my turn now, but I ended up like this. Sure enough, it was a white eyed Wolf. There was a slight rain on apricot flowers that year, which was really wrong payment after all..."

Who told you apricot flower drizzle

"Well, well, I shouldn't be cruel to you."

Yiran sighed and softened her attitude.

Recalling the past, Jing mowen was really not good to himself, and he was very patient.

Now even if he paid back his kindness.

Come out and pay it back sooner or later.

"I'll cool the water. You can drink it later. I'll cook some porridge for you."

As soon as Jing mowen heard this, his dark eyes suddenly lit up, "I don't drink porridge. I want to eat wonton with celery meat."

"You have a fever and you can't taste it. What wonton do you eat?"

Dyed him white.

Jing mowen ignored her and said to himself, "I also want to eat crab noodles and tofu."

Yiran walks to the bed and gently reaches out to touch Jing mowen's handsome face. "Good boy, you don't want to."

Jing mowen: "no, I think."

"Then think."

Jing mowen: "

Yiran went downstairs and saw the servants beginning to work.

When the servants saw Mo Yiran, they didn't respond. They even greeted him as if he had never left.

"Miss Huo."

Yiran turned back when she heard the voice, but she saw that it was Xiaolian. She was a little happy, "Hey, haven't seen Xiaolian for a long time."

Xiaolian, wearing a maid's dress and carrying a skirt, trotted over to Yiran and smiled, "is Miss Huo going to cook for Mr. Huo? Let me give you a start."

Yiran nodded.

After entering the kitchen, Yiran began to cook porridge, while Xiaolian prepared other ingredients.

"Miss Huo, in fact, in my heart, you have always been my wife. Other women are just excessive. You have always been the only one in my heart."

Xiaolian is not very old. Yiran looks at her and can't get angry. She sighs and smiles, "Xiaolian, some things are over, and it's hard to get back together. I've put it down, and you don't have to think about it any more. This time I come, I just want to completely break his mind."

"But why? Mr. and Mrs. Mingming used to fall in love like that, Mr. to Mrs. love, and Mrs. to Mr. gentleness. All these Xiaolian see in their eyes."

Xiaolian doesn't understand. She doesn't understand why two people love each other, but they must separate.

"Xiaolian, I'm not suitable for your husband. We are very happy together. Yes, but there are a lot of pain. I was fearless when I was young, but now I'm not young. If I want to live a stable life, it doesn't matter if I marry an ordinary person or don't marry all my life."

Xiaolian pursed her lips and her eyes were red. "Madam! Xiaolian can't give up you. You are a good man. As long as you are happy, Xiaolian wishes you!"

Xiaolian suddenly hugged Mo Yiran.

Yiran was stunned, but she also hugged the little girl and patted her on the back.

"What are you doing!"

The man's angry voice came from the door. Looking over, Jing mowen was powerless holding the wall and waiting for the two women to hold together.

Now Jing mowen looks like a poor husband who suddenly found his wife's adultery when he was poisoned by the person beside him.

"You, you..."

The pale King Mo Wen trembled and pointed to the two people, almost out of breath.

Yiran pulls a corner of her mouth, loosens Xiaolian's puzzled face, and walks over to help Jing mowen, who is about to fall down at any time. "You are so sick, just rest in bed and don't disturb our affair."

Jing mowen almost turned white and fainted.

Xiaolian's face is slightly red, "madam, I..."

God... These are the dramatists from some mental hospital!

Yiran is going to collapse.

Sent Jing mowen upstairs and ran back to the kitchen.

When Jing mowen finished everything he wanted to eat and brought it upstairs, he found that Jing mowen had fallen asleep again.

Yiran put the food on the table, sat by the bed and quietly stared at Jing mowen who was sleeping soundly.

It's not that I don't love you, nor do I miss you. I just feel too tired together

With a long sigh, ran rubbed the man's dark hair.

"Sir! Sir is not good!"

The sound of panic came from outside the bedroom, and the sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer and closer.

The door was opened with a bang. The visitor was Wang que. He was stunned when he saw Yiran in the room.

"Keep your voice down, don't you see your husband is ill?" Yi Ran was unhappy.

"Sorry..."

Wang Ke apologized.

"Go out." Yiran frowned and picked up the water cup on the table.

"OK, I've been woken up and said, what's the matter?" Jing mowen asked coldly, taking the cup handed over by ran.

Seeing that Jing mowen woke up, Wang que shed tears and said sadly, "Sir, the old lady, the old lady, she, she... Gone..."

"Bang!"

The cup fell to the ground and broke to pieces.