Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 191 My husband is sick (15)

The corner of Qiyue's mouth twitched, and she turned her head away, "Yeah, it's been a long time."

Like a pig, but also a ferocious wild boar.

He took the water glass on the table next to him and handed it to Qiao Yimo, "Here, drink some water."

After sleeping for so long, Qiao Yimo felt a little thirsty.

But when he saw the woman's slender white fingers tightly pinching the wall of the cup, he didn't reach out to take it.

Seeing that Qiao Yimo didn't answer for a long time, Qiyue frowned slightly, a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yimo rolled her eyes, "Honey, feed me."

Qiyue glanced at him, looked him up and down, and said expressionlessly, "Are you still a child? Do you need to be fed?"

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips and said thoughtfully, "I feel that in front of you, I would like to be a child for the rest of my life, just to stay by your side."

The doctor who just came back from going out for a while just opened the door a crack.

Hearing the nasty words floating out of the office, he looked down at the glass in his hand.

Inexplicably wanted to drop the cup.

Hey!
He didn't drink lemonade today, why does he feel so sour?
It was so sour that his teeth ached.

Qiyue just wanted to roll her eyes, looking at Qiao Yimo's smiling face while looking at her without saying a word, and almost smashed the water glass in his hand to his face.

But then he thought that the man in front of him seemed to be seriously ill.

After thinking about it, let him go.

She reached out and grabbed Qiao Yimo's collar, pulling him in front of her.

Under his expectant eyes, she gently fed him water, taking small sips.

Qiyue's brain twitched again, she put down the water glass and said to Qiao Yimo, "Hey, call me mom?"

As soon as the words fell, the face of the man in front of him suddenly twisted, and the last sip of water stuck in his throat, neither up nor down.

Almost choked him to death.

Qiyue frantically gave him comfort, but she didn't dare to look at Qiao Yimo.

I thought to myself, what's wrong with me, I've been acting weird lately.

Could it be that Qiao Yimo's illness indirectly affected her?
Qiao Yimo finally regained his breath.

He reached out and grabbed Qiyue's slender wrist, pulling her whole body in front of him.

The quilt on the bed has been changed once during this period, and it is white and brand new.

Qiao Yimo's complexion was dark and dangerous.

He stared closely at Qiyue's eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "My wife, what did you ask me to call you just now?"

Qiyue felt a little guilty, but she had a pure and innocent look on her face, "I call you husband, why, isn't it right?"

"Oh?" Qiao Yimo narrowed his eyes slightly, and danger slowly overflowed from the bottom of his eyes. He slowly raised his lips, and smiled with such an evil spirit, "Then what is the word I heard just now? It can be regarded as my Wife loves children, so can't wait to have one of her own?"

As he spoke, he looked at Qiyue's flat belly.

Qiyue stared, covered her stomach and retreated a little, then shook her head quickly, "No, you heard it wrong."

The original owner had been married to Qiao Yimo for half a year, and her stomach hadn't moved. It was all because she always took contraceptive pills afterwards.

The original owner was not very old, to be honest, he was a little young.

Naturally, I want to play for a few more years, even though it is a big family like Luo's and Qiao's now.

I don't have to take care of myself after giving birth, but I think that the father of my child is someone I don't like and was forced to marry.

The desire to bear children is even less strong, and even somewhat resisted.

After all, I hate a person, from body to heart.

And after Qiyue arrived, Qiao Yimo deliberately avoided her, so naturally he had no relationship with her.

Pregnancy is also impossible.

Qiao Yimo laughed softly, a clear and crisp voice slanted out from between his slightly parted lips, and fell straight into Qiyue's ears.

She was a little dazed.

Qiao Yimo moved closer, his nose almost touching the tip of hers.

He said, "That's right, you can't give birth to a kid so early to make trouble."

One reason is that his illness is not showing signs, and the other reason is that he also wants to spend more time with him and live in the world of two people.

The door of the office was snapped open, and the doctor stood quietly at the door.

He looked at the two people inside, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and spit out each word.

"I said, don't you two dominate my office and talk about love?"

He has to work.

Qiao Yimo didn't let go of Qiyue's hand, but instead pulled her into his arms.

Glancing at the doctor, he looked at the office again, and said with a smile, "Except for me, you don't seem to have any patients. It seems that business is not very good."

The doctor's heart swayed, and he wanted to smash the cup in Qiao Yimo's face.

I have seen shameless, never seen such shameless.

It was the first time he had seen such a patient.

Thinking of Qiao Yimo being hypnotized today, the scene of violently dismantling the iron bed with his bare hands.

The doctor was inexplicably timid. He cleared his throat and closed the door. "Business is not bad. It's really good that no one comes. As a doctor, I hope everyone can be healthy and never go to the hospital to see a doctor."

Although he may be in danger to his career.

After hearing what he said, Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

After a while, he looked down at the dazed little woman in his arms, stretched out his hand and squeezed her face, "I'm back to my senses, let's go home."

Before leaving, the doctor left Qiao Yimo alone for a while.

When he came out again, he was holding a prescription in his hand.

Qiyue saw that his complexion was not very good, so he naturally knew that the doctor had told him about his condition.

She took the order silently, asked Qiao Yimo to sit down for a while, and she went to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

When Qiyue came back, Qiao Yimo sat there in a daze, staring at the reflective floor in front of him.

Qiyue stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him, "Husband?"

Qiao Yimo came back to his senses suddenly, he raised his eyes and focused his gaze on Qiyue, and was stunned for a moment.

It took a while before he answered, "Yes."

Qiyue caught a dark red glow from his eyes.

I don't know if it is an illusion, but she is somewhat familiar with it.

Qiao Yimo stood up, took the medicine in Qiyue's hand, and carried it by himself.

He took her hand again and smiled slightly, "Let's go, let's go home."

He walked neither fast nor long.

Almost after the last time he sprained his ankle, with her by his side, he always controlled his steps.

Qiyue followed beside him, looking sideways at Qiao Yimo.

The light came down from his left side, and his outline exuded a faint halo.

Qi Yue lost his mind for a moment.

A clear temperature passed from him, and her body also warmed up.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qiyue narrowed his eyes.

She had a conjecture, but she didn't know whether it was correct or not.
In the next few days, Qiao Yimo spent more time at home.

At night, afraid that she would hurt Qiyue, she asked her to tie herself with an iron chain.

Qiyue really wanted to tell him that your strength is as strong as a cow, even the shackles made of black iron can't hold you back.

But seeing Qiao Yimo's serious appearance, she didn't intend to say it, for fear of hurting his self-confidence.

The medicine is also taken on time, and the condition seems to be much better than before.

(End of this chapter)