After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

Looking at Mo Xiaoyu who had fallen into a deep sleep, a complex flash of light flashed in An Zhengye's eyes, and he let out a barely audible sigh.

After putting a cold towel on Mo Xiaoyu, An Zhengye sat on the side of the bed, worried that Mo Xiaoyu would wake up again, and he held Mo Xiaoyu's catkin all the time.

Whether it was the effect of the medicine or An Zhengye's breath, Mo Xiaoyu stopped talking in his sleep and slept very peacefully.

An Zhengye stood by the bed, holding Mo Xiaoyu's hand all the time, probing her forehead from time to time, slowly falling asleep at some point.

When Mo Xiaoyu woke up, she felt a little dizzy.

Opening her eyes and seeing the layout of the bedroom, it was obviously her own room, not a hotel room.

She froze for a moment, then remembered that she had returned home after finishing work last night.

But I have no memory of how she got back to the room.

Mo Xiaoyu frowned, trying hard to remember.

She vaguely remembered that she swayed when she got up after dinner.

After barely finishing the words, after taking a step, her eyes went dark, and then she didn't know anything.

after that……

It seemed that some hospital, some injections, some medicines were mentioned, and the memory was intermittent, and Mo Xiaoyu's dizzy head hurt even more.

She seemed to vaguely hear someone calling her name, coaxing her very gently, and holding her hand...

hand?
It was only then that Mo Xiaoyu realized that her hand seemed to be being held by someone. She lowered her head to see that her hand was being held firmly by a big hand.

This hand had distinct bones, was warm and thick, and looked like a man's hand.

Could it be Mo Beidou?
Mo Xiaoyu frowned, looked up along the arm of the big hand, but unexpectedly saw An Zhengye's sleeping face.

It's early in the morning, don't you want to be so exciting!

Mo Xiaoyu was startled and screamed accidentally.

"what!"

An Zhengye was woken up, opened his eyes in a daze for a moment, and soon his eyes became clear.

He frowned: "What are you shouting about so early in the morning?"

What's all the fuss about this girl?

Are you so scared to see him?

Didn't you keep calling his name last night, and refused to sleep until you saw him?
An Zhengye was full of displeasure. On the one hand, he was dissatisfied with Mo Xiaoyu's attitude of "crossing the river and tearing down bridges", and on the other hand, he was unhappy with Mo Xiaoyu's reaction when he saw him.

Sure enough, when he woke up, he was not so obedient.

"You, why are you in my room?" Mo Xiaoyu withdrew his hand and asked with a blushing face.

An Zhengye rubbed his fingers, then straightened his shirt, with a relaxed posture as if in his own room, and said in a light tone: "Beidou asked me to come, you passed out last night and kept calling me by my name, so I Here we come."

After finishing speaking, An Zhengye took the time to admire Mo Xiaoyu's cheeks that turned redder instantly.

"So that's how it is, haha." Mo Xiaoyu sneered, scolding Mo Beidou in his heart for being troublesome.

Her dark eyes rolled quickly, and she said with a dry smile: "Thank you last night, I'm fine now, you go home and have a good rest, I'll thank you again another day."

"Are you crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?" An Zhengye raised one eyebrow, and asked the old god.

"No, I just saw you worked hard all night, you..." Mo Xiaoyu wanted to explain, but unexpectedly he got dizzy after getting up and his body swayed involuntarily.

An Zhengye hurried forward to hug her, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, maybe I got up too fast and fainted a bit." Mo Xiaoyu pressed his forehead and explained.

"Don't move around." An Zhengye put his hand over the back of her head and rubbed it gently a few times: "Is this better?"

"It's much better, I'm not dizzy anymore." Mo Xiaoyu held An Zhengye's hand shyly.

"You want to sit down, don't you?" An Zhengye stopped his hands and said softly, "I'll help you sit down."

Mo Xiaoyu thanked softly: "Well, thank you."

An Zhengye gently hugged her halfway, raised the pillow, and then gently put Mo Xiaoyu away.

In front of Mo Xiaoyu's eyes was An Zhengye's chest, his cheeks that had been flushed since early in the morning became even redder, and his heart kept beating wildly.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyu sit down, An Zhengye took a step back, looked at Mo Xiaoyu's flushed cheeks, and asked with concern, "You have a fever again?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Mo Xiaoyu's forehead.

Mo Xiaoyu lowered his head and covered his face, and his voice came from between his fingers: "I don't have a fever anymore, it's just a little hot when I woke up."

"Really?" An Zhengye was still a little worried.

"Yes." Mo Xiaoyu nodded, covering his face with his hands all the time.

An Zhengye wanted to ask again, but suddenly saw Mo Xiaoyu's red ears, as if he was about to bleed.

He suddenly figured out something, and smiled slightly with his lips hooked.

He didn't care about Mo Xiaoyu's behavior of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge early in the morning, and asked in a good mood: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"I..." Mo Xiaoyu had just opened his mouth when there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Wait, I'll go and open the door." An Zhengye stood up.

Feeling that the person in front of him had left, Mo Xiaoyu opened two fingers and looked over secretly.

I saw An Zhengye standing tall and straight at the door. His suit was a little wrinkled and looked messy, but his posture was elegant and his temperament was outstanding, which did not compromise his demeanor at all. He was still so handsome.

Good looking, even in sacks.

As Mo Xiaoyu was thinking, he saw him walking over with a plate, and quickly clasped his fingers together to hide his little face.

Outside the door, Xiao Li still maintained the posture of holding the plate.

She originally thought that Mo Beidou was inside, but who knew that it was An Zhengye who opened the door.

What was even weirder was that An Zhengye actually took away her dinner plate, and said he would come, and took the dinner plate from her hand after speaking.

"Honey, am I dazzled?" Xiao Li came back to her senses after a long time, looked at Mo Yuan and asked.

Mo Yuan also had the same surprised face, and silently shook his head.

Mo Beidou yawned and walked over: "Mom and Dad, are you standing at the door?"

Xiao Li pointed to Mo Beidou, and then to the room.

"You, he, Zheng Ye are inside."

Mo Beidou instantly understood: "Oh, I called Zhengye."

After explaining a sentence, Mo Beidou put his arms around Xiao Li and Mo Yuan's shoulders: "Let Xiao Yu take care of him, parents, go and rest first."

"But can he do it?" Xiao Li said worriedly, a little worried.

"Why not, Zhengye took care of her last night, don't you think Xiaoyu is doing well?"

After Mo Beidou finished speaking, the three of them lay down by the door together and looked at Li.

I don't know what I saw, the worry in Xiao Li's eyes dissipated, the surprise on Mo Yuan's face disappeared, and Mo Beidou covered his mouth and snickered.

Looking at each other, Xiao Li quietly closed the door.

The three of them left the door quietly.

Mo Xiaoyu sang empty city tricks in his stomach, and reluctantly let go of his hands.

An Zhengye put the dinner plate on the small dining table and put it on the bed.

"I feed you."

"No, I'll eat it myself." Mo Xiaoyu quickly refused.

An Zhengye raised his eyebrows and did not speak. He arranged the bowl and chopsticks and placed them within reach of Mo Xiaoyu with his raised hand. .

"Thank you." Mo Xiaoyu thanked softly, reached out to pick up the spoon, but his little hand was weak, and he didn't have the strength to bring it to his mouth.

Eh?Why are you so weak?
Mo Xiaoyu frowned, lowered his head unconvinced, and if he didn't come, she would just come and go.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Mo Xiaoyu became dizzy as soon as he lowered his head, and he couldn't hold the spoon steadily in his hand. If An Zhengye hadn't caught the spoon with quick eyes and hands, the porridge would have spilled all over the bed.

"Don't be brave, I'll feed you." An Zhengye sat by the bed and picked up the porridge bowl.

The porridge was still a little hot, so An Zhengye took a spoonful and blew it on his mouth, then brought it to Mo Xiaoyu's mouth, as if to coax a child: "Ah."

The temperature on Mo Xiaoyu's face, which had been so hard to drop, rose again, and he pursed his lips before opening his mouth.

"Which dish do you want to eat?" An Zhengye asked, looking at her rouge-colored cheeks.

Mo Xiaoyu only dared to look at the dining table, and whispered, "Little cucumber."

"Okay." An Zhengye smiled, picked up a cucumber and fed it to Mo Xiaoyu.

When Mo Xiaoyu eats, he likes to eat everything on the chopsticks, hold it in his mouth and then chew.

The small cucumber that An Zhengye picked up was a bit big, and Mo Xiaoyu's cheeks swelled instantly. She chewed with her mouth closed, and her cheeks swelled up and down, just like a little hamster.

An Zhengye's eyes were full of smiles, and then he spoke with an imperceptible pampering tone: "Which dish do you want to eat?"

"Porridge." After taking a bite of cucumber, it was a bit salty.

"Okay." An Zhengye took a mouthful of porridge and blew it.

In this way, one feeds the other and eats a whole bowl of porridge.

Mo Xiaoyu was already full, so he said a little embarrassedly: "I'm full, don't worry about me, do you want to go downstairs and have some food?"

"It's okay, I can just eat these." An Zhengye picked up the chopsticks and wanted to eat the food on the table.

Mo Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped him: "I'm sick, it won't be good if I infect you."

"It's okay, you've never used chopsticks before." An Zhengye said as he picked up the vegetables and began to eat, killing all the leftovers of Mo Xiaoyu's food.

Mo Xiaoyu doubted her eyes a little, she even pinched her thigh secretly, and her leg suddenly hurt, it seemed that she was not dreaming.

Isn't An Zhengye the least favorite of leftovers?

Last time I bickered with Xu Zhou because of this...

"What are you looking at?" An Zhengye put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth gracefully.

"It's okay." Mo Xiaoyu shook his head and looked away.

After dinner, An Zhengye went to the bathroom to tidy up. When he came out, he was not wearing a suit, but only a white shirt. Even so, he still looked like a president.

He was still holding a hot towel in his hand. Just as Mo Xiaoyu was about to ask him why he took the towel out, he saw him walking over and gently covering her face with the towel.

Mo Xiaoyu was stunned, staring stupidly at An Zhengye's face that suddenly approached.

"Close your eyes."

"Oh." Mo Xiaoyu closed her eyes obediently, feeling the hot towel covering her eyelids.

Lost sight, other senses seem to become abnormally sensitive.

She felt the towel gently rubbing across her face. An Zhengye's movements were gentle and careful, as if rubbing a piece of precious and fragile porcelain.

His warm breath sprayed on her face vaguely, and there was a cool smell lingering at the tip of her nose, which Mo Xiaoyu recognized as An Zhengye's smell.

Realizing this, Mo Xiaoyu's heart beat faster, and subconsciously moved his head back, but An Zhengye's big hand grabbed the back of his head.

"Don't move."