President's Single-minded Love

When Yan xiaonuo talks, she still has soup on her lips.

Mo Xi Jue waved her hand and motioned for the maid to step back.

He went over to Yan xiaonuo with a handkerchief and wiped the soup on his lips. He said with a low smile, "little fool, eat slowly."

"I'm hungry." Yan xiaonuo's big eyes blinked and blinked, the tone was like a wrong child, "I'm afraid of starving the baby."

"My baby is like me. I won't protest if I eat less for a while," she said

Yan xiaonuo laughed: "how do you know he thinks so?"

"I'm his father, and I know it." Mo xijue said solemnly, as if he really knew.

There may be a connection between father and son.

It is rare that Mo xijue would say so, and she was surprised and pleased.

She has been pregnant for three months. Although she takes care of her body everywhere, she never hears about her baby.

Yan xiaonuo knew that before he almost got rid of the child, he always had resistance in his heart.

But today, Mo xijue actually took the initiative to mention the child's matter. Does this mean that the shadow in his heart has disappeared?

It's more fun than eating.

Today's happy things one after another, said small Nuo will be a little dizzy.

Mo xijue accompanied Yan xiaonuo to have a meal, took a rest in the afternoon, and went to the company.

One day today, Yan xiaonuo was almost in bed, and she didn't understand what was wrong with her.

In the heart still has the doubt, but saw own meal quantity, she still dispelled this doubt.

Eating well and sleeping soundly are not many people's dreams?

Yan xiaonuo happily spent the whole day and took a bath with Hydrangea at night.

After playing with each other for a long time, she finally got sleepy and went to bed early.

This sleep to Yan xiaonuo think of his sleepiness now, a little uneasy.

"Is the original meal still the same?"

Yan xiaonuo nodded: "eat every day."

Cheng Ziyan did not speak. He wrote a new recipe and gave it to the maid, "now eat according to this."

Mo Xi Jue added: "follow the recipe carefully."

The tone is light, but the weight is very heavy. The maid did not dare to neglect.

"Ah Jue, has Pei come to show you your hand?" Cheng Ziyan's eyes turned to Mo Xi Jue, and her tone was also very concerned, "is your hand better?"

Yan xiaonuo thought of this man these two days because Pei was jealous of her. She was a little embarrassed to answer Cheng Ziyan's words.

Mo xijue's face remained unchanged like a thousand year old iceberg, calm and indescribable: "old Pei's medical skills are very good, my hands have improved a little."

Yan xiaonuo heart ten thousand Grass Mud Horse gallop past, this man took the wrong medicine?

Oh, my God, how could he praise Pei?

Cheng Ziyan made a return visit to Mo xijue, and his voice was quiet: "we still need more rehabilitation training and more attention."

"Yes," she replied

Cheng Ziyan stood up and went out: "you have more rest, I want to go out."

Yan xiaonuo asked in a hurry: "father just came, what do you need to do, just tell me."

Cheng Ziyan shook his head: "I'm going to visit my friends. You don't have to wait for me to eat." With that, he went out the door.

Yan xiaonuo sighed helplessly.

"He is such an easy-going man." "I have told Vader to take care of everything. You don't have to worry."

"I'm not worried." Yan xiaonuo leaned in the arms of Moxi Jue and asked, "don't you go to work today?"

Moxie Jue looked at her arm and said with a smile, "I'm a patient now. What's wrong with taking a sick leave?"

Sick leave?

This man took sick leave when he was in a coma, and he was working all the time, OK?

Yan xiaonuo's hand covered him, and his voice was gentle and gentle: "but you're good at home."

At home

Mo Xi Jue's heart suddenly warms up and hugs Yan xiaonuo tightly in her arms.

Cheng Ziyan went out to visit his friend for one day. In the evening, he wrote that he would not come back.

It seems that you want to have a night talk with your friends?

Yan xiaonuo is helpless, while eating new food, looking at the opposite side of the Mexican Jue.

Don't say, since she tried a new recipe at noon, she has been much better and less sleepy.

"Mo Xi Jue, do you think our baby is a little lazy Yan xiaonuo asked him rather worried.

Mo xijue on the opposite side didn't look up and said, "what about a sluggard? Even if he is mentally retarded, I can support him all his life."

Yan xiaonuo was angry: "how could it be mentally retarded?"Mo Xi Jue picked an eyebrow: "what are you worried about?"

The man's focus is always practical, but also very cute.

She put down her spoon and put her chin in her little hand to watch her eat.

In addition to being elegant, she could not help but see a miniature version of Mo Xi Jue. She was very young and sat on the dining table with a small spoon.

"What do you want me to do?" The concerned man raised his head and said, "do I have flowers on my face?"

Yan xiaonuo laughed: "I was thinking, I must be a son in my stomach."

"How do you know it's a son?"

"I feel it." Yan xiaonuo said with a smile.

But Mo Xi Jue's look gradually faded, "if it's a boy..."

Yan xiaonuo understood what he meant. If he was a boy, it was the eldest grandson of Mohist school, who had the undisputed right of inheritance.

However, Yan xiaonuo doesn't know about the cultivation of the heirs. However, Mo xijue knows very well that his children

The spoon in his hand was put down and he sighed gently.

"Moxi Jue." Yan xiaonuo took his hand and whispered.

He took her hand in the palm of his hand and said to her, "don't worry."

He reassured her And she always trusted him.

After dinner, Yan xiaonuo's spirit is really much better. She smiles. Her father's medical skills are indeed the world's chief.

Even after more than 20 years of talent, no one can shake his position in the medical field.

When she thought that he would have further action, he did not, just with a simple embrace posture, fell asleep with her.

Get up in the morning, the sun is still bright and moving, Yan xiaonuo up to comb his hair.

As soon as she picked up the rhinoceros horn comb, she heard the voice of Moxi Jue: "sit still, I'll comb your hair."

Ah?

Yan xiaonuo has not yet responded, and the comb in his hand is taken away by moxijue.

In the past, only grandma combed her hair, but now it is moxijue who combs her hair He stood behind him in the mirror, and his face was angular in the sunlight.

Clearly is a so cold person, comb her hair movement is so gentle.

Yan xiaonuo felt like a fish swimming in the water, relaxed and comfortable. She said to him with a smile: "what is a poem called, Xiaoxuan window, dressing?"

Mo xijue in the heart cluttered for a moment, the small porch window, is dressing, look at each other speechless, only a thousand lines of tears.

It was a poem written by Su Shi in memory of his lost wife.

Feeling his hand stopped for a moment, Yan xiaonuo realized his slip of speech, and said quickly, "Moxi Jue, I'm not I was wrong. "

"Fool." Moxie Jue pressed her small head, "husband and wife love each other, harmonious and beautiful, you are right."

Yan xiaonuo bit his lips and didn't dare to say more.

In the next few days, moxyjue combed her hair as usual. It was said that it was a good massage method that Pei taught him, which could dredge the blood and reorganize the spirit.

Yan xiaonuo is secretly happy. It's really worthwhile to be served by the president. When she is in a good mood, she will pick up the strawberries in the fruit tray and hand it to him: "well done, this palace will reward you."

"Strawberries are good. I like them." As she straightened her hair, she added, "take another one."

Words small Nuo speechless, this man, is really not willing to eat a little loss.

Fresh strawberries are sweet and fragrant in the mouth, and Mexican Jue is perfect.

Such a quiet time was interrupted by Cheng Ziyan, "ah Jue, come here."

Yan xiaonuo was slightly surprised, "father?"

Mo xijue put down the rhinoceros horn comb, touched the hair of xiaonuo, turned and left the master bedroom.

Yan xiaonuo was smiling, and her eyes fell on the rhinoceros horn comb on the dressing table. She took it up and looked at it. The top comb was as good as jade, but there were several strands of black and bright hair on it.