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She made up her mind and said, "If you weren't so recruiting, I wouldn't have had so many accidents."

As he said that, Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his hand, pinched An Zhengye's face, and said bitterly, "It's really a blue face."

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoyu's words meant this, and An Zhengye couldn't help being stunned.

"Don't you blame me?" His face was still pinched by Mo Xiaoyu, his voice was a little vague.

"I used to be pissed off by you, but you saved me every time. I forgive you a long time ago." Mo Xiaoyu let go of his hand, and An Zhengye's cheek was bruised. She turned a little red.

"I'm sorry." An Zhengye said sorry again, as if these three words were synonymous with him.

"I'm sorry for anything, it's over." Mo Xiaoyu said lightly.

The more her tone was like this, the more guilty An Zhengye felt.

"Every time Xue Jingrou wrongs you, I will stand by her side, Xiaoyu and I..." Before An Zhengye finished speaking, Mo Xiaoyu held his face.

She rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, and said while rubbing: "Oh, I didn't notice just now that your face was red from being squeezed by me. Don't talk, I'll rub it for you."

That's what she said, but she rubbed it hard.

Under her hands, An Zhengye's face became square and round for a while, and she even tried her best to gather the little flesh on his cheeks in the middle, and her lips were puckered by her rubbing.

Knowing that Mo Xiaoyu was using his face to vent his anger, An Zhengye not only didn't stop him, but also let her pinch and flatten her face, acting like a gentleman.

Xu Wei, who was guarding the door, accidentally glanced into the ward, and happened to see this scene, and his eyes straightened immediately.

An Zhengye's tall image suddenly collapsed in his heart.

He didn't dare to look more, so he quickly turned around, blocked the door glass with his back, and used his thick back to maintain the little image of the president of Anye Group.

Mo Xiaoyu "tortured" An Zhengye for a while, the fire in his heart dissipated a lot, and finally bit his pouting lips hard.

"Okay, you're done rubbing your face." Mo Xiaoyu let go of his hand, looked at An Zhengye's red and white face, and opened his eyes to talk nonsense.

An Zhengye pursed his sore lips and had to thank Mo Xiaoyu.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, hum." Mo Xiaoyu raised his chin arrogantly, and cast a sideways glance at An Zhengye.

Seeing that his face turned pale again, and his eyes were still somewhat sad, his heart suddenly softened.

Although Mo Xiaoyu was angry when he thought of the things he had been wronged before, but probably because of the passage of time and the experience of life and death, these things are not worth mentioning.

Originally, he wanted An Zhengye to reflect for a night, but Mo Xiaoyu finally didn't calm down: "It's all over, so don't think too much about it, I won't be angry a long time ago."

"Really?" An Zhengye asked uncertainly, listening carefully to the imperceptible cautiousness in his voice.

Mo Xiaoyu's heart softened even more, and he felt a little more distressed.

This little thing actually made An Zhengye so cautious, and Mo Xiaoyu's mood became complicated: "Of course, I, Mo Xiaoyu, never joke about such things."

"Thank you." An Zhengye heaved a sigh of relief, his tense body finally relaxed.

Thank you for being willing to forgive me.

Thank you also for letting go of the past.

An Zhengye buried these two words in his heart and could only replace them with a hug.

His arms were a little stiff, he was afraid that Mo Xiaoyu would avoid him.

Not only did Mo Xiaoyu not hide, he even reached out to hug him.

This small action made An Zhengye's heart that had been hanging on him drop.

Turning his head to kiss Mo Xiaoyu's head, An Zhengye said, "Xiaoyu, I don't know what to say."

Even though there are thousands of words in his heart, no words can express his mood at this moment.

"Then don't talk about it." Mo Xiaoyu retracted his arms and rubbed against An Zhengye's arms.

"Okay." An Zhengye couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and rubbed her hair.

The two of them hugged each other quietly like this, as if they could hug each other forever.

It wasn't until the doctor came to make rounds that An Zhengye temporarily let go of his embrace.

As soon as the doctor finished the examination, An Zhengye asked with concern, "How is my wife?"

"Mrs. An is in good condition. Take a good rest tonight, and arrange a full body checkup tomorrow morning." The doctor pushed his glasses and replied seriously.

"Okay." An Zhengye felt relieved.

After seeing off the doctor, Xu Wei walked in with a food box.

"Mr. An, I bought something to eat."

Mo Xiaoyu's eyes lit up when she heard that there was something to eat. She didn't eat anything all day except for breakfast.

I didn't feel hungry just now when I was in a coma, but now that I realized it, I was so hungry that my chest was sticking to my back.

"Assistant Xu, you are too careful, I have to ask An Zhengye to raise your salary." Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his thumb and gave him a big compliment.

"Ma'am, it's what I should do." Xu Wei said modestly, and put the food box respectfully.

Now Mo Xiaoyu's image is very tall in Xu Wei's heart.

Mo Xiaoyu is probably the only person in this world who just squeezed An Zhengye's face.

"Oh, if that's the case." Mo Xiaoyu couldn't wait to take a sip of the soup, his stomach warmed up, and his mischievous energy came up again: "Then the salary increase will be avoided."

"Ma'am, absolutely not." Xu Wei opened his eyes wide and said hastily.

"It's late." Mo Xiaoyu snorted softly, and took a bite of the food An Zhengye fed.

Xu Wei immediately showed a painful expression, as if he had missed hundreds of millions.

The atmosphere in the ward was immediately relaxed by the two of them making jokes like this.

The low pressure on An Zhengye's body also dissipated.

Xu Wei heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems that his cooperation with the performance has some effect.

Unexpectedly, An Zhengye glanced at him indifferently, and said rather disgustingly: "The acting skills are not good enough."

"Huh?" Xu Wei was dumbfounded.

The surprised expression made Mo Xiaoyu laugh, and Luna, who hadn't relaxed all afternoon, also laughed.

Only then did the atmosphere in the ward really relax.

Mo Xiaoyu smiled, and passed a spoonful of rice to his mouth, and heard An Zhengye say, "Don't just smile, finish the meal first."

"Okay." Mo Xiaoyu opened his mouth obediently.

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyu was still willing to be taken care of by him, An Zhengye really felt relieved.

Take care of it more carefully.

Xu Wei and Luna looked at each other, took the lunch box to the cubicle to eat, not wanting to spoil the atmosphere between them.

An hour later, after dinner, when Xu Wei came out to pack the food boxes, An Zhengye gave him a wink.

Xu Wei understood, and came out the door carrying the trash.

An Zhengye then walked out, and ordered in a deep voice, "Now send someone to start tracking down Xue Jingrou's whereabouts."

"She ran away?" Xu Wei was a little surprised when he heard the order, and then he thought that with Xue Jingrou's cunning character, he should have expected to be exposed, and running away would be something she could do.

Thinking of this, Xu Wei immediately said seriously: "Okay, I'll investigate right away."

"Also pay attention to her mother's movements. I suspect she knows where Xue Jingrou is hiding." An Zhengye said with a condensed expression.

"Yes, Mr. An." Xu Wei responded and went to do it immediately.

Seeing the back of Xu Wei leaving, An Zhengye calmed down and opened the door again.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mo Xiaoyu looking like he was about to go out.

"Where are you going?" An Zhengye was a little surprised.

"I want to go for a walk." Mo Xiaoyu blinked.

"No." While speaking, An Zhengye supported Mo Xiaoyu to go back: "If you are sick, stay in bed."

"Why are you so domineering? I've got all my clothes on." Mo Xiaoyu protested dissatisfied.

Did she forgive too easily, the guy was back to normal so quickly.

"It's cold at night, and it's still snowing outside. I'll take you for a walk during the day." In An Zhengye's eyes, Mo Xiaoyu is now a sick patient, unable to get wind or cold.

"I'm wearing a down jacket, no matter how cold it is." Mo Xiaoyu lifted his ball-like arms, proving that what he said was true.

At the same time, she was still looking for an ally, asking for help from Luna who was going to accompany her downstairs just now: "Are you right, it's not that cold outside, is it?"

An Zhengye followed her gaze, and Luna froze immediately: "Well, I just remembered, I still have something to do, Mr. An, Xiao Yu, I'm leaving first."

Luna retreated very quickly.

"No sense of loyalty." Mo Xiaoyu looked at the deserter's back with a contemptuous expression.

She pouted and looked at An Zhengye.

"Let me go downstairs quickly, I'm going to suffocate to death." Mo Xiaoyu desperately needed fresh air now.

"it is good."

An Zhengye compromised in the end, and only wrapped Mo Xiaoyu up again before taking her downstairs.

Probably when he was in a coma, he was suffocated by the smell of the torn handkerchief.

As soon as Mo Xiaoyu went downstairs, he began to take a deep breath of fresh air.

There is a feeling of freedom again.

Seeing her appearance, An Zhengye felt a little distressed.

"You suffer."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Mo Xiaoyu was telling the truth, compared to the last time she fell from the wire and fainted, this time she was a little dizzy and her limbs were a little weak except when she just woke up, it was much better.

What's more, after inhaling oxygen for an afternoon, she would have recovered a long time ago.

I can walk downstairs very happily, which is much more comfortable than wearing a brace with a plaster cast.

It's just that she didn't expect that after she finished speaking, An Zhengye's distressed expression deepened a little.

Probably still blaming himself, Mo Xiaoyu couldn't persuade him any more.

This kind of emotion probably needs to be digested by An Zhengye slowly, so she should enjoy the rare time to relax.

Mo Xiaoyu walked downstairs twice before returning to the ward.

It was not blown by the cold wind at all, but because of the walk, there was some thin sweat on the face.

It made Mo Xiaoyu want to take a bath, but there were only showers in the VIP ward.

Speaking of which, Mo Xiaoyu used to only take showers, but since he moved into Anjia, he has had a luxurious bathtub.

Showers are a bit of a disdain for her now.

It is really easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Mo Xiaoyu even wanted to go home, but An Zhengye's face made her swallow her words.

At the same time, I once again regretted that I forgave too quickly, maybe I can take advantage of someone's guilt and put forward a few more conditions.

Mo Xiaoyu, who lost his chance, was very annoyed.

He walked to the bathroom with a dejected expression.

"What are you going for?" An Zhengye had just hung up Mo Xiaoyu's coat when he saw her walking in another direction.

"Go take a bath." Mo Xiaoyu said as a matter of course.

"I go with you."

Mo Xiaoyu immediately frowned, did this guy actually want to mess around in the hospital?