Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

He pointed his finger to answer quickly.

But before I could speak, I heard a hoarse and feeble voice that was almost unpleasant, "Brother."

brother?

Did this woman make the wrong call?

But he didn't have time to think about the fact that she called him by calling the wrong number, because the woman's voice at that end was obviously abnormal, and Mo Shichen frowned, "Are you sick?"

Wen Yi’s brain is dull, and for a while, even the man over there didn’t even know who the man over there was... In fact, she didn’t pay attention to what he said. She just said her own words, "Brother, you are still at the company when you go home. , Can you come to my house? I seem to have a cold and my head feels dizzy."

Mo Shichen stood up, "Are you at home?"

The phone was hung up.

Wen Yi threw the phone aside, and the thought of getting up passed by, and soon she thought chaotically again, let's talk about it when her brother came, not only did she seem to be sick, but she hadn't eaten for a day, and she basically didn't have any energy.

I have a headache and dizziness. I don't know if I am awake or asleep. My mind is full of paste and I don't have the ability to think.

When the doorbell rang, she thought it was an illusion.

It didn't pull her back to reality until it rang continuously for five minutes.

She leaned out and touched the lamp. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the dazzling light. She lifted the quilt and got out of the bed without wearing any shoes. She shook her body and turned on the lamp all the way to the entrance.

When the door opened, Mo Shichen had already become anxious because there was no one in the room to respond.

Are you seriously ill? In the morning, I just looked a little tired and cold. When I called, I couldn't figure out who I was talking to... Is it now that I am sick and unconscious?

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call Kangding directly to find out the contact information of the apartment property. The door in front of him suddenly opened. Before he could see what the person in front of him looked like, he saw her. The body shook, and then tilted to one side.

Mo Shichen reflexed and stepped forward to hug her.

He hugged her almost for an instant, and he felt her scorching hot body temperature, her throat tightened, and even her heart shrank, "Wen Yeo!"

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Mo Shichen didn't hesitate, but he picked her up and strode into the elevator.

The outdoor cold wind was bitter, and Wen Yi had only the thin nightdress on her body. His arms, below the knees, neck and chest clavicle were all exposed in the air. When the wind blew, he shuddered.

Mo Shichen felt her instinctive shivering when she got out of the apartment building. Only then did she notice how thin her clothes were at this time, and felt distressed for a while, but it was unrealistic to return to her apartment again-he didn't even know the password, even if It takes too much time to get clothes.

Speeding up and getting into the car, the driver watched him strode with the unconscious woman in amazement. He quickly got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat for him. He couldn't help asking, "Ms. Mo, what's wrong with Miss Wen." "

"Drive, go to the hospital."

"Ok."

The car quickly started and drove to the hospital.

Mo Shichen took off his cashmere coat and wrapped her tightly, but after a while he felt that the material of the coat was not skin-friendly. He turned around and turned over and found a spare thin blanket. He put the coat on Take off, wrap her in a blanket, and put on a coat.

The heating is also turned on in the car, so that it will not be cold anymore.

He reached out and touched the woman's forehead, and it was hotter than his body.

He held her in his arms, and he kept touching her delicate and hot face with his fingers. He was in a complicated mood, as if he was pinched in his throat and had difficulty breathing, but from morning to night, how did she become sick like this.

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Five minutes after Mo Shichen's car left Wen Yi's apartment, Wen Hanye's car stopped in that parking space.

Wen Yi’s phone number hasn’t been reached for a day. If it’s not for Shen Yu to make sure that she has gone home in the morning, he might come over to see if he can’t contact anyone in the afternoon. I went to Mo Shichen and probably didn't sleep even more, maybe because he was asleep so he didn't answer the phone.

But it was dark until the evening, and she still didn't answer the phone, so he was a little worried.

When he rushed to the hospital, Mo Shichen had already asked the doctor to perform a full-body examination on her. When he asked where the ward was, he quickly walked over and pushed the door open without knocking. He saw the woman sleeping on the bed with her back facing away. He stood tall and tall, following the doctor in a white coat.

"This young lady should have been suffering from the wind and cold. Recently, she has been under too much pressure and has not taken a good rest. Her body and spirit have been worn out. Her foundation is relatively weak, and she cannot bear the side effects of taking contraceptives. These factors add up, this disease She gets more sick when she wakes up, but don’t worry too much. It’s not a serious problem. After the high fever subsides, she will recover after a short rest and recuperation. She should be in good health."

When Mo Shichen's handsome face heard the first half of the words, it was as cold as it was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the latter part seemed to have been heard, but he didn't hear anything.

The doctor exhorted a few more words, and the nurse registered the IV and went out together.

Quiet was restored in the ward.

Mo Shichen lowered his eyes and looked at the person on the hospital bed.

She should rarely get sick, at least since he saw her, he has rarely seen her such a fragile appearance, lying quietly, there is no movement except breathing, she is obviously feverish, but there is no blood on her lips.

Sometimes, the healthier people are usually, once they collapse, they will be sickened.

Don't you allow yourself to fall ill until the matter is temporarily resolved?

It's like knowing that someone is coming before allowing myself to faint.

He took two steps, reaching out to touch her face.

But before the fingertips touched her skin, a warm and indifferent voice rang behind her, "Enough Mo Shichen, don't touch her again."

When the voice fell, a hand was placed on his left shoulder, holding him back two steps.

Mo Shichen turned around and looked at the man in front of him who was almost the same height as him, and their invisible auras stood silently.

Wen Hanye usually appears lazy and lazy on most occasions, with a non-serious and serious posture, hanging two or three points of slings to follow the trend, very rarely like now, with a cold face, "Bullying a woman also has a degree. Mr. Mo, you have passed."

Compared with Wen Hanye's almost sharp and attacking coldness, Mo Shichen appeared calmer and calmer, although the outline of his face was not usually tightened a lot, "I'm not going to look for her, Wen Shao, she is so sick now. Fell in his own apartment."

Wen Hanye laughed, and drowned his eyebrows with mockery, "If you don't go to her, she won't get sick at all," he looked at the man's lips that was getting more and more tight. There is no love, but it must remain in the shadows."

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