President's Single-minded Love

Yan xiaonuo Leng Leng Leng, feel the hand of Mo xijue is leaving him, he lies down again, low ground says: "I am tired, have a rest for a while."

Just then that kind of warm and light atmosphere was swept away.

Yanxiaonuo gently pulled his finger.

Mercy looked at her little hand carefully holding his own. He looked up at her.

There was a soft, clear light in his big eyes, like the first dewdrop on the green grass in the morning.

Messi was determined to lift his hand, but there was a sharp pain in his hand.

He woke up in an instant, remembering that he had been stabbed in the shoulder by himself with an arrow last time, and her eyes were like this.

It's still because of guilt.

Mo xijue's heart felt a burst of loss, long and thick eyelashes drooped down, such as the curtain down on the stage.

Yan xiaonuo didn't know why he was like this. He wanted to say something, but he turned his head slightly and closed his eyes.

Is he really tired? Then I'd better not disturb him to have a rest.

Yan xiaonuo now most hope is that he quickly get better, he so weak and pale look really let her heartache.

She just put her head on his shoulder, a sense of interdependence.

Mercy never fell asleep. The fragrance of her hair lingered on the tip of his nose, making him feel dreamy and real.

Now he, a little confused about her mind, and even can't tell whether she is at his side at the moment, because of his hurt guilt, or because of something else.

Was she moved?

Mercy never felt that he could not hope for her love now, or even like it.

If she was only moved or guilty to herself, he would rather not.

At the thought, he was a little upset and wanted to turn over.

But Yan xiaonuo has been holding his arm, so that he can not move, the ear came to say small Nuo even breathing.

Mercy turned her head and found that she was asleep.

The small face, which had been bright and moist, was only pale now. It was not as big as his palm. He felt pity in his heart and lowered his head to kiss the top of her hair.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Yan xiaonuo woke up after a sleep, and Moxi was still asleep, did not wake up.

She didn't dare to wake him up. She just got up and sat by the bed for a while. She touched her abdomen and felt much more comfortable.

Yan xiaonuo looked back and saw that he was still sleeping. He looked down at his flat abdomen, where there were children belonging to them.

An unprecedented sense of happiness arises spontaneously, Yan xiaonuo's lips can not help but slightly upwarped.

She got up to see the nutritious meal she had made for him.

The kitchen maid and chef saw Yan xiaonuo come over in person. They all stopped working in their hands and said to her respectfully: "Miss Yan."

Yan xiaonuo nodded with a smile and said, "you do your business, I just come to have a look."

"Yes." As we respond, we continue to work.

The kitchen is very big. Even if Xiao Nuo is here, it does not affect the work of the kitchen.

Yan xiaonuo walked to the front of the soup pot, which was simmering with a small fire. She asked softly, "what is this doing?"

The chef replied with a smile: "this is the snow ginseng and carp soup for Miss Yan. Mr. Cheng specially ordered it to give Miss Yan an abortion and gas."

Yan xiaonuo laughed and said, "what about the meal for Messi?"

The chef was surprised and asked, "the young master is still awake."

"Uncle Cheng must have given you the recipe," he said

"That's true." The chef replied in a formal way, "Miss Yan, do you want to see it?"

"Show me." Yan xiaonuo did not refuse.

The chef gave the recipe to Yan xiaonuo.

Yan xiaonuo looked at it, and it was almost the same as hers. It was all tonic. There was a piece of Chinese yam black chicken soup. She wanted to make it for Moxi herself.

The chef is very surprised, but Yan xiaonuo what to do, how can not turn to him to ask, in addition to assisting Yan xiaonuo, he dare not say anything, dare not do.

Yan xiaonuo is very modest to ask the chef some questions, such as what kind of fire is better, such as which to do first.

She asked for every detail, and she did it honestly.

Yan xiaonuo only thinks that this is a supplement for Messi, and she can't make any mistakes.

"I can't think of a simple tonic with so much knowledge." Yan xiaonuo finally finished these, looking at the small blue fire said.

The chef modestly smile: "Miss Yan is also easy to understand, otherwise how can do so fast."

Yan xiaonuo asked, "how long will it take to get out of the pot?"

"Just an hour."Yan xiaonuo had to wait for the soup to be done.

Mo xijue's soup is still cooking, and her soup is ready.

The maid took the boiled snow ginseng and carp soup in a small bowl, and said to Yan xiaonuo, "Mr. Cheng has specially instructed you not to cool the soup."

That is to say, let her drink it earlier.

Yan xiaonuo knows the weight, and smiles gently to the maid and sits at the table sipping soup.

When the soup is almost finished, it's better to cook it for Moxi.

Yan xiaonuo took the plate from the maid and said with a smile, "you have a rest. I'll send it to you."

The maid and the cook knew that Messi must have woken up, and they could not help but smile with surprise and lightness in their tone: "yes, miss Laoyan."

Yan xiaonuo looks at this bright yellow soup cup, in the heart has a warm feeling of expectation.

She held the plate in one hand, pushed the door of the master bedroom open with the other, but stayed there.

Weiweier didn't know when she came in. She was sitting by the big bed, and Moxi was waking up. Weiwei'er was saying something to him with a smile on her face. She not only listened carefully, but also had a light smile in her black eyes.

Yan xiaonuo doesn't know what to say.

Weiwei'er saw Yan xiaonuo coming, and her smile did not stop half a minute. On the contrary, she became more brilliant. She came to yanxiaonuo's plate, and her voice was clear and sweet: "ah Jue is saying that she is hungry. Coincidentally, you brought the soup."

Yan xiaonuo's eyes went to see where moxijue was.

He nodded to her and said, "it's hard for you."

Yan xiaonuo lowered his eyelids and said softly, "it's not hard. I'll cook soup for the first time. Please try it."

Wei Wei Er will support Moxi to sit up, pick up the spoon to blow, and send the spoon to Mo xijue's lips.

"You've been busy for a whole day, and you're very hard. Go and have a rest. I can drink it myself."

Wei Wei Er's hand stopped and said with a smile, "I don't think it's hard. You forget that when you were ill before, I gave you decoctions and fed you to drink."

This is very sweet and easy to say, falling in the ear of Yan xiaonuo, but it is like falling thunder. She only feels the sound in her ears.

But xiaonuo didn't say a word, or stood there.

Moxi decided to look at Yan xiaonuo. She stood there, as graceful as the new lotus, but the expression on her small face was as indifferent as that of the new lotus.

His heart was suddenly full of that kind of thick loss, not only lost, but also a kind of disappointment.

Wei Wei Er's urging voice rang out: "ah Jue, drink quickly, or it will be cold."

Messi never had time to think about it, but did not want to see Yan xiaonuo's eyes full of indifference. He lowered his head and drank the soup from Vivier.

Wei Wei Er's heart can't help but be overjoyed, more carefully serve Mo xijue to drink soup.

When a bowl of soup is finished, Moxi will look at the door again. Yan xiaonuo has long been gone.

His heart suddenly empty, and then look at Weiwei er's flowery smile, between the eyebrows showed a tired look, "I want to rest, you also go back to rest."

Wei Wei Er gently smile, said: "well, I don't disturb you to rest, come to see you later."

Without looking at her, mercy simply lay down.

Wei Wei Er didn't leave immediately, she also carefully tucked in the quilt for Moxi Jue, looked at the back of Mo Xi Jue for a while and then reluctantly left.

Yan xiaonuo has been in the room opposite the master bedroom sorting out the small clothes he made for the children.

She heard the sound of closing the door in the master bedroom, and the footstep was far away. She opened the door with a small basket.

Moxi was awakened by the sound of opening the door, opened his eyes, but found that Yan xiaonuo came in.

She also held a very small and lovely basket in her hand, which seemed to contain children's clothes.

"Is this?" he asked

Her face is a shallow happy smile: "clothes made for the baby."

With no interest in talking to her any more, he closed his eyes again.

Yan xiaonuo didn't want to disturb his rest, so he went to the windowsill and sewed clothes for the baby in the afternoon sun.

Light green plain silk, with goose yellow duck pattern on it, looks very cute.

She carefully cut, and thread, less than an hour of work, a small shirt was ready.

This is the underwear she made for her baby, which is breathable and warm, and won't cover up the baby's delicate skin.

He couldn't help turning over to see her sitting on the sofa making clothes.

She did it with great devotion. The sunlight shone through her plain silk clothes like a lake under the sun, shining with the lustre that people yearn for.

He had seen so many high-end clothes made by famous artists, and he never felt that any one could match the ordinary little shirt in her hand.It was probably because of the happy smile from the heart, the peaceful feeling and the love on her face when she was making this dress.

Unfortunately, these are all because of the child she is pregnant with, not her own.

"Please go out, don't do these things in the master bedroom," mercy said coldly

He made a sudden noise, which made Yan xiaonuo scared. She was not sure that it was what he said. She murmured: "what do you say?"

"Get out," mursey said, closing his eyes