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He repeated what Mo Xiaoyu said, and Mo Yuan disapproved, but Mo Xiaoyu was very stubborn, holding on to the bed and not letting go.

Mo Beidou didn't dare to force himself, for fear of hurting Mo Xiaoyu.

I had to compromise and said: "Okay, we won't send you to the hospital, but you have to take medicine."

"En." Mo Xiaoyu replied weakly.

The three looked at each other, helpless.

The whole family couldn't do anything about Mo Xiaoyu, so Xiao Li went downstairs to get medicine and fed Mo Xiaoyu.

The strength of the medicine came up, and Mo Xiaoyu fell asleep, and his little hands gradually relaxed.

The three guarded her for a while.

Mo Beidou brought an ice pack, put it on Mo Xiaoyu, and said to Xiao Li and Mo Yuan, "Mom and Dad, go and rest, as long as Xiaoyu is here with me."

"Come on, you guys have to go to work tomorrow." Xiao Li said.

Mo Beidou insisted: "I'm asking for leave, mom, you should rest first, in case Xiaoyu is still sick tomorrow, I still need your care."

Mo Yuan saw something else, and cooperated with Mo Beidou to coax Xiao Li away.

As soon as his parents left, Mo Beidou looked at the sleepy Mo Xiaoyu, picked up his phone, and called Xu Zhou. He wanted to ask this guy. He said he would take good care of his sister for them, and that's how he did it!
The moment the phone was connected, without waiting for Xu Zhou to speak, Mo Beidou asked in a very aggressive tone: "Xu Zhou, you said that the caretaker will take care of Xiaoyu, and that's how you take care of him?"

Xu Zhou was dumbfounded by the question, and had no idea what Mo Beidou meant.

"Brother Beidou, you have something to say, what's wrong with Xiaoyu?" Xu Zhou asked with concern.

"What's the matter? She went to filming when she was in good health, and started to have a high fever when she got home!"

Mo Beidou's blatant words broke Xu Zhou's heart.

"Why does Xiaoyu have a fever? I saw that she was fine yesterday."

"I still want to ask you what's the matter with her? You ask me instead." Mo Beidou laughed angrily: "She was fine yesterday, so you don't care about her today, right?"

"No, I..." Xu Zhou didn't know how to explain for a while.

If he said that because of yesterday's misunderstanding, he had no face to see Xiao Yu today, Mo Beidou would probably be even more angry.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you. You help Xiaoyu ask for leave from the film crew. This time she is not in good health. I won't let her go back to filming." Mo Beidou hung up the phone immediately after finishing speaking.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Xu Zhou frowned.

Mo Beidou sat next to the bed again, guarding Mo Xiaoyu, looking at Mo Xiaoyu's flushed face, his eyes were full of distress and self-blame.

"It's all my brother's fault. You shouldn't be handed over to that unreliable Xu Zhou."

Mo Beidou sighed softly, and tucked the corner of the quilt for Mo Xiaoyu.

After watching for a while, Mo Xiaoyu suddenly moved, her brows were wrinkled, her face was covered with sweat, and she heard a few murmurs from time to time.

Mo Beidou was terrified, thinking that Mo Xiaoyu was suffering, so he hurried over: "Xiaoyu, what are you talking about? What do you want?"

Mo Xiaoyu was still muttering, and Mo Beidou listened carefully for a long while before he understood what Mo Xiaoyu was talking about.

She actually called An Zhengye's name again and again.

"An... Zhengye... An Zhengye..."

Mo Beidou felt a sudden soreness in his heart, and said distressedly: "Sister, don't worry, I'll call Zhengye right away."

Hastily took out his mobile phone, Mo Beidou dialed the number directly.

The phone rang twice and was picked up. An Zhengye said in a cold voice, "Beidou, what's the matter with you calling?"

"Zhengye, come and see Xiaoyu!" Mo Beidou hurriedly explained Mo Xiaoyu's situation.

On the other end of the phone, An Zhengye quickly said, "I'll be there right away."

Mo Beidou put down his phone, held Mo Xiaoyu's hand, and said softly to Mo Xiaoyu who was still in his sleep: "Sister, don't worry, Zhengye will be here soon."

I don't know if Mo Beidou's words had an effect, but Mo Xiaoyu's painful expression eased a little.

Seeing this, Mo Beidou let out another long sigh.

In a western restaurant in the city.

Xue Jingrou deliberately ordered French dishes. The French dishes were served slowly and had many steps. She deliberately delayed the time and wanted to use an excuse to stay overnight at An Zhengye's house.

It was past ten o'clock before the two of them ate the last dessert. Seeing that the plan was about to succeed, An Zhengye answered the phone.

The two were separated by a table, and Xue Jingrou only heard the words "Beidou" and "Xiaoyu".

Xue Jingrou immediately realized that it was about Mo Xiaoyu, her heart tightened, and she held the table knife tightly.

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but An Zhengye frowned, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he said bluntly, "I'll go right away."

Xue Jingrou immediately tensed up and sat up straight.

Brother Ye won't leave her behind, will he?

She must not let this happen!
The moment An Zhengye got up, Xue Jingrou grabbed An Zhengye's hand, and said pitifully, "Brother Ye, don't go, do you have the heart to leave me here alone?"

"Sorry, I have something urgent to do." An Zhengye pulled Xue Jingrou's hand away without hesitation: "I will let Xu Wei take you back."

After finishing speaking, An Zhengye turned around and left, no matter how Xue Jingrou called him, he never looked back.

"Brother Ye..." Xue Jingrou called out softly for the last time, only to see An Zhengye's back.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, she picked up the table knife and slashed fiercely, her face was gloomy: "Mo, Xiao, Yu!"

The waiter who came to deliver the food was startled, and took a few steps back abruptly.

This lady is so scary, wasn't she very gentle just now?
The waiter looked a few times uncertainly, and retreated a little scared, he should come back later.

An Zhengye rushed to Mo's house as quickly as possible, and Mo Beidou came to greet him.

Both of them didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the second floor.

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyu's face was burning red, An Zhengye asked anxiously, "Has she taken any medicine? How long has it been burning?"

"It should be that he had a fever before entering the door..." Mo Beidou said as he speculated.

An Zhengye's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to touch Mo Xiaoyu's forehead: "She has a bad fever, she has to be sent to the hospital immediately."

As he said that, he leaned over and wanted to hug Mo Xiaoyu, but unexpectedly he couldn't hold her. Mo Xiaoyu might have heard the words of the hospital, so he held onto the bed tightly and didn't let go.

"Xiao Yu doesn't want to go to the hospital." Mo Beidou sighed, he didn't expect his sister to be so stubborn.

Mo Xiaoyu's strength was no match for the two men, but neither of them was willing to force her, let alone hurt her.

"I'll contact my private doctor." An Zhengye compromised, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The doctor came quickly and gave Mo Xiaoyu a simple examination. He said, "The patient has a fever caused by catching a cold. First, take a fever-reducing injection and then hang the bottle. The fever should be gone tomorrow morning."

"Then get an injection quickly." Mo Beidou urged impatiently.

The doctor nodded, opened the medicine box and prepared the injection.

During the injection, Mo Xiaoyu was irritated by the cold needle, retracted his arms, and cried out in pain in a daze.

An Zhengye comforted him softly: "Xiao Yu, be good, you won't feel bad after the doctor's injection."

Maybe it was because of his soothing effect, Mo Xiaoyu slowly relaxed.

An Zhengye frowned loosely, looked at the doctor, and said seriously, "Take it easy."

"Yes." The doctor responded, found the right position, and pricked it down again.

An Zhengye stared at him the whole time, the doctor was a little nervous and his hands trembled because of his gaze, and he almost missed it.

After finishing the injection, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

It's the first time he's been so nervous after taking injections for so many years. Mr. An's aura is really not a joke.

After adjusting the speed of the hanging bottle, the doctor said: "The fever will be gone tonight. The family members should pay more attention. I will come back tomorrow morning."

"Thank you doctor, I'll take you down." Mo Beidou politely sent the doctor downstairs.

Only Mo Xiaoyu and An Zhengye were left in the room.

After the injection, Mo Xiaoyu became quieter. After a while, she moved her injecting hand a few times and started talking in her sleep again.

An Zhengye quickly held her hand to keep her from moving.

"Don't move around, be careful to return blood."

An Zhengye's tone was gentle and comforting, but Mo Xiaoyu was obedient and did not move.

He was just muttering something softly in his mouth.

Just as he was about to listen, Mo Beidou came back.

Looking at the shape of Mo Xiaoyu's mouth, he knew what she was talking about.

"Xiao Yu is calling your name again. I don't know what she dreamed about, but she keeps calling you." Mo Beidou said softly.

An Zhengye looked at Mo Xiaoyu unexpectedly, and couldn't help leaning over, and sure enough, he heard Mo Xiaoyu calling his name.

An Zhengye's eyes instantly softened, and he gently caressed her face, coaxing in a low voice, "I'm here, I'm here."

"En." Mo Xiaoyu seemed to hear it, and responded softly, and gradually fell asleep peacefully.

An Zhengye raised the corner of his mouth, and gently stroked Mo Xiaoyu's little hand.

Seeing this, Mo Beidou wisely left the room.

An Zhengye sat by the bed and kept watch until midnight, peeled off the needle tube for Mo Xiaoyu, and brought a hot towel to compress the back of her hand.

As he rubbed, An Zhengye's ears turned slightly red.

Xiao Yu's hands are so soft, they are not at all the same as his hands...

An Zhengye's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stopped his thoughts and continued to take care of Mo Xiaoyu.

His actions were gentle and considerate, Mo Xiaoyu didn't wake up the whole time, and obediently let him take care of him.

An Zhengye's eyes were full of soft light, and he put down Mo Xiaoyu's hand.

He murmured: "It would be great if I was always this good."

Stretching out his hand to touch Mo Xiaoyu's forehead, it was not as hot as before.

It seems that the antipyretic needle has worked.

An Zhengye breathed a sigh of relief, went to the bathroom to get a cold towel, returned to the room, saw Mo Xiaoyu started to toss and talk in his sleep again.

He walked a few steps quickly, held Mo Xiaoyu's catkin: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

When Mo Xiaoyu heard the voice, he glanced at him confusedly: "An Zhengye..."

"I'm here." An Zhengye responded quickly.

"You are here..." Mo Xiaoyu said two words clearly, but An Zhengye couldn't hear the words behind, so she closed her eyes with a little smile on her lips.

The last look in her eyes made An Zhengye slightly stunned, as if he wanted to be hit in the heart, and an inexplicable emotion surged up.

After a while, he came back to his senses.