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

After standing for about five minutes, she sighed softly, then sat down in the black chair, opened the silver notebook, and pressed the power button, retreating the chaotic thoughts and throwing herself into Go to work.

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In the manor.

At ten o'clock in the morning, when the drip was almost finished, Mo Shichen was finally awake. In the deep winter, he was covered with sweat, the temperature was uncomfortably high, his brain was faint, and his whole body was weak and weak.

This situation is almost the same as the days when he was rescued from the operation.

Because I was on the drip, Mama Su and the doctor kept guarding. Seeing the man opened Mama Su, she greeted her and said, "My son, you woke up, is there anything uncomfortable? Do you want to take you to the hospital?"

"No need to."

Only when he opened his mouth knew that his voice was also very hoarse.

Su’s mother wanted to persuade, but she stopped talking. She understood the man’s temperament to some extent. He decided something. Except for his wife, others were afraid that they would not have the weight to persuade him, so she had to turn to ask. "I asked the kitchen to make porridge, sir, I'll bring you a bowl. You didn't eat anything last night or in the morning. Would you like to eat a few bites?"

Mo Shichen opened his half-closed eyes a little, and gave a dumb hum.

Mother Su was overjoyed and hurried out and went downstairs.

With the help of the doctor, Mo Shichen sat up slowly. His lips were pale, and his eyebrows were frowning because of discomfort. "Can I reduce the fever after dropping a drip?"

"This is not 100% sure. It has to be observed for a while. If you can't get back or are more serious, I suggest you go to the hospital. After all, the manor lacks equipment, which causes a lot of inconvenience.

After a while, the man said lightly, "Go and pour me a glass of water."

Mother Su came up with the porridge soon, expecting that his appetite would not be very good, so she only served a small bowl with two appetizing side dishes. Although simple, it was also exquisite and delicious.

Mo Shichen asked Mama Su to set up a small convenient table on the bed, feeding him a spoonful with one hand.

Halfway through the meal, he suddenly held the spoon and looked up at Mama Su.

"Master, do you have any instructions?"

The man took another spoonful of porridge and asked in a low voice, "Have you called Wen Yi?"

Su’s mother was nervous at first. After all, it was her own initiative. He couldn’t figure out her thoughts for a while when he asked her, but he didn’t dare to lie, nodded and said carefully, "Yes, you have a severe fever in the morning. I didn't wake up again... I called her."

"What did she say."

Mother Su stared at the man's face, "She said that she works in the company and has no time to come to see you... She said that if it is serious, she will send you to the hospital."

Mo Shichen lowered his eyelids, stopped talking, and continued to lower his head to drink porridge.

Seeing that he didn't mean to blame, Su's mother was relieved. If she refuses to go to the hospital, if she refuses to eat, then she really can only call Wen Yi again, but obviously their current relationship is not good.

But this didn't last long, because after the man reluctantly finished drinking the porridge, he insisted on getting out of bed and taking a bath.

Doctor: "Lord, don't say you are weak now. If the wound touches water again, it will only get worse. You will really have to go to the hospital then."

Mother Su: "Yes, you have difficulty walking now. What if you fall in the bathroom? You can't get hurt any more, just take it for a day or two."

Mo Shichen said faintly, "I'm all sweaty and uncomfortable."

Mother Su, "Then find a servant to wait for you to wash?"

"No need to."

"Grand Prince..."

"You go out and come in again if necessary."

Mother Su felt that there was a high probability that an accident would happen if he took a shower by himself based on his current physical condition, and said anxiously, "Why don't I call Miss Wen again and see if she can come over after work... Let Miss Wen help you," It is safer than washing yourself."

The most important thing is that if his wife is willing to come, the eldest son should not refuse.

Mo Shichen curled his lips and said indifferently, "She will not come."

"Not necessarily. I asked Miss Wen when I called her in the morning, but she didn't say that she would not come."

It's not that she couldn't talk, she didn't talk...

Mo Shichen could guess that with his eyes closed, it was just that Wen Yi didn't directly reject Su's mother, so he perfunctorily asked her to come over and give him a bath. It was impossible.

It's more hopeful to go to her after he gets better.

I thought so, but Mo Shichen didn’t say a word to stop him, holding on to his body, slowly taking clothes, and putting water in the bathtub—he didn’t seem to be suitable for a shower or a bath. Just wipe it with a towel.

Mother Su went downstairs again in her old age, and went to the living room to get a landline and call Wen Yi.

Wen Yi was working, and when the phone shook, she subconsciously looked at it.

The landline of the manor.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she picked it up and picked it up. This time she said first, "Mother Su."

"Mrs."

She was helpless to correct, "I have been divorced from your eldest son for a while."

Mother Su apologized, "Miss Wen."

"What happened to him?"

"The old man just finished hanging his drips, he must take a bath... But his body is still very weak, especially the wound can no longer touch water, I am afraid he will not pay attention to... how we persuade him not to listen... "

Wen Yi was silent for a while, "Do you want me to call and persuade him to stop taking a bath for now?"

Even though Mo Shichen had amnesia, the stinking problem of pampering him was not less than that. Last night he went back and didn't take a shower. It was probably the limit. It would be absolutely unbearable for him to burn it all night without washing.

Mother Su hesitated, "Could you... come over after get off work?"

Because Mo Shichen was hospitalized before, including the first two days, Wen Yi had been taking care of him. Mother Su guessed that they might have a conflict. If Wen Yi can be invited, the bathing problem may be solved, maybe it can help. Their reconciliation.

"He wants to... let me bathe him?!"

Oh, he can really think about it.

Mama Su can basically judge her attitude by listening to her tone, and said anxiously, "No, the eldest son didn’t say it, it was my proposal. I was supposed to let the servant take care of it, but the eldest son disagrees... he also said you I won’t come...I want to make a call and try."

Wen Yi pursed his lips, "He really is so serious, didn't he pretend?"

She pushed him a few times yesterday, could it be more serious than he dug himself.

"How could it be pretending? I couldn't wake up in the morning, and I barely woke up after a drip. I only drank a small bowl of porridge last night. The doctor asked him to go to the hospital and he refused. It’s uncomfortable to take a bath and say not to wash...Ms. Wen, although I know that you are in conflict, can you come and persuade the eldest son, apart from you, I can’t find anyone who can let him listen."

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