Sweetness ahead: Freshly reborn wife, too wild

Qi Shaoqin suddenly howled, as if he had broken all the lines of defense in his heart.

"Hey..." Ji Mo sighed powerlessly.

Nothing has ever been able to stop him.

But at this moment, some helpless.

Ji Mo raised his hand and didn't accept it. He kept it like that. He was a little silly. Seeing that her nose and tears were endless, he felt powerless at the bottom of his heart. "People in their twenties are like children."

Qi Shaoqin cried for a while, but no one came to comfort her. Ji Mo sat aside and didn't say a word. She was tired of crying. She raised her head and stared at him. Her voice was a little hoarse. "Do you really want to live in my house?"

"Otherwise?" Ji Mo saw that she finally stopped crying. His heart was slightly relaxed. On the surface, he was as calm as before, and said to her carelessly: "You've been to my house, too. You can't compare my bed or my food anywhere. Do you think I want to live in your house when I give up going back to my comfortable home and live in your house? It's for your sake of saving me. I don't want to owe you a favor and be coerced by you in the future."

"Who do you think I am! Who is threatening you! Hurry up!" Qi Shaoqin drove him like a fly.

Ji Mo shook his head indifferently and said, "that's not good. Although I really want to go back to my comfortable home now, in the future, if you force me to do something I don't want to do with your life-saving kindness to me today... I might as well live in your home. It's better to pay off your kindness early, so as not to be controlled by others in the future."

What Ji Mo said was quite serious. Qi Shaoqin's teeth itched. "Am I that kind of person? I said I wouldn't, I wouldn't, you..."

Ji Mo shook his head and sighed: "People's hearts are fickle. Aren't you the best example? First I like to apply for wishes and then I like my adopted son Ji Xiyuan. It's hard to say what will happen in the future. I just want to put an end to some trouble. Moreover, if I stay to look after you, I can be more relieved, so as not to make the wound worse by eating and drinking. I can't tell if I depend on me at that time."

Qi Shaoqin had never been so weak.

This dead sick seedling is like a piece of dog skin plaster, which can't be removed if it sticks to her.

It's just that what he said is reasonable.

"I think the white porridge is good. Aren't you hungry long ago?" Ji Mo took a bowl of white porridge from the insulated stew cup and brought it to her in front of her.

"Mind your own business! Take it away and I won't eat it!" who wants to eat his porridge.

Seeing Qi Shaoqin angry, don't turn your head. His cheeks are bulging. He looks like an angry little goldfish. Ji Mo's lips are slightly hooked. "I see. Your shoulder is hurt. It's inconvenient. Let me feed you."

"Who wants you to feed! Take it away, take it away!" Qi Shaoqin almost jumped up. Because he moved too hard, he pulled the wound on his shoulder, "... Hiss, it hurts..."

Ji Mo looked at the gauze on her shoulder and quickly turned red with blood. He frowned and sighed, "Hey, you are so dishonest that you will leave scars in the future. You may depend on me."

Seeing Ji Mo put down his bowl and stretched out his hand to her, Qi Shaoqin subconsciously avoided, "what are you doing again? It's not bad. You have to feed me porridge, or I can be so excited... It's all you, it's all you..."