The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

Jing Muhan heard a deep voice.

Mo Yan sat by the bed and took Jing Muhan's wrist. "Master, offend."

After carefully taking Jing Muhan's pulse, after a moment, Mo Yan frowned slightly. Why did she feel a cold in Jing Muhan's body walking around? This feels like the cold silkworm.

After all, the silkworm stayed in her hands for several days. So Mo Yan has a unique feeling for the inexplicable cold silkworm.

She shook her head and thought it was impossible, after all, she gave Ye Yunjin the cold silkworm.

After returning to God, he said to Jing Muhan, "Have you ever taken any other medicine in the past two days?"

Jing Muhan shook his head and said he had never eaten.

Mo Yan checked him again and determined that Jing Muhan did not have much problem. He reopened the pharmacy and went to the dining room to boil the medicine himself.

Watching Mo Yan's petite figure rushing back and forth in the dorm, Jing Mohan's eyes flashed with an emotional smile.

Mo Yan only felt that his spine was inexplicably warm, and looked back fiercely into the bed, only to see Jing Muhan closed his eyes, his expression of indifference did not move.

Mo Yan frowned, did she just have an illusion?

Taking care of myself, the medicine is ready. Looking at the dark soup in the bowl, Mo Yan realized it. Since coming to the Regent's Mansion, he has definitely come to cure Jing Muhan. This is a few days. Jing Muhan has hardly stayed in the house. So almost all of those medicines were sent to Mo's belly.

Mo Yan came to Jing Muhan's bed with the medicine and handed him, "Master, the medicine is done. Drink it while it is hot."

In Jing Muhan's eyes, there was a clear disgust across. This disgust was an instinctive reaction to the medicine.

I'm afraid that only Chu Cheng knows that the owner of his family is not afraid of fear, and he is most afraid of drinking medicine!

In order to avoid the soup that Mo Yan cooks for him every day, he appears as Ye Yunjin almost every day. After the time to drink medicine has passed, he will appear in the Regent's Mansion as the Regent.

Mo Yan received Jing Muhan's eyes and hesitated for a moment, "Master Wang?"

Jing Muhan returned to his mind, slowly sitting up and reminded by a low voice, "Let ’s put down first, and the king will drink for a while."

Mo Yan listened, naturally unhappy. Since letting her boil the medicine herself, besides making such a mistake today, of course, she had to watch Jing Muhan drink the medicine before she would stop.

Staring tightly at Jing Muhan's half of his face didn't look as ugly as he thought, and even Mo Yan felt that Jing Muhan's side face was unusually beautiful. It is similar to Ye Yunjin's.

But thinking of Ye Yunjin coming, Mo Yan was inexplicable in her heart. Why did she always compare these people with Ye Yunjin? Could Ye Yunjin be her standard for judging a handsome guy?

Also, Ye Yunjin, a man who looks like Mo Yan's idol, will naturally get Mo Yan's attention a bit.

Hearing Jing Muhan's words, Mo Yan picked up a spoon, took a spoonful, and handed it to Jing Muhan's mouth.

"Prince, the daughter will feed you."

Jing Muhan did not expect this little woman to do so, frowning at Mo Yan, his face was written refusing to drink medicine.

"My king orders you, let go!"

"Is Prince Wang afraid that the daughter will put poison in it?"

With that said, Mo Yi took a sip, Jing Mu's cold and indifferent eyes flickered, but he took the medicine in Mo Yi's hand, glanced, and endured the discomfort of his heart, and drank all the medicine in the bowl at one breath Go on.

Mo Yan was very satisfied with Jing Muhan's performance. He took the already empty bowl and turned to leave, but no one heard Jing Mohan's magnetic voice coming.

"come."

Mo froze, glanced back at the indifferent man on the bed,

"Is there anything else you can tell?"

"Come and look at King."

Mo Yan suddenly froze in place. Look at your face, what does Jing Muhan mean? Dreaming, one

A very weird face appeared, and Mo Yan twitched fiercely, but unexpectedly, Jing Muhan had suffered such a miserable encounter. The layers of crumpled scars on his face were inexplicably painful to see.

Looking back, Mo Yan stepped forward and slowly reached out his hand, with his index finger on the belly of Xuan Yuanche's cheek.