Master Mo's Flash Marriage Little Sweet Wife

Mo Xun's body was slightly stiff, and he looked sideways at her, with deep and complicated emotions in his eyes.

Tang Zhiluo didn't think much about it, "Have you taken the medicine today?"

Mo Xun shook his head, "I haven't eaten."

"You are so!" Tang Zhiluo was a little annoyed, "I told you that you need to take medicine when you are sick, why didn't you listen?"

"A few days will be fine."

"What a fart." Tang Zhiluo was very unhappy, but he got up and helped him into the master bedroom, "If you are not feeling well, rest in the room, and you will be fine soon after you rest, don't keep walking around the house .”

Although he was complaining, Mo Xun thought it was very pleasant.

This kind of caring complaint can only be heard from Tang Zhiluo.

The two entered the master bedroom, and Mo Xun was lying on the bed, and couldn't help but asked her, "Did you not throw away my things?"

These are what he discovered today, and all his things are still there, as if he hadn't left.

She was quiet for a while, and then said, "Why throw it away, maybe you will use it later."

She felt that those things looked quite expensive, maybe someday Mo Xun would be useful again when he thought about it.

Mo Xun didn't speak.

Tang Zhiluo waited for a while, but couldn't hear his voice, raised his head, and was hugged by him.

Tang Zhiluo was surprised, but he didn't push him away, and was quietly held in his arms, with a sad expression on his face.

She missed his hug so much.

very warm.

Mo Xun's heart was also aching.

Seeing her with Mo Beicheng that day, Mo Xun felt like he was going crazy. He couldn't control his emotions at the time, and almost lost control and ran into Mo Beicheng.

Love turns a man into a madman.

Mo Xun didn't want to become such a hideous person, so he decided to end this marriage.

He hates the feeling of being dominated by love and hate.

All he told himself was not to look back.

But I tossed and turned every night, and without her, I was so irritable that I couldn't sleep every night, so I could only force myself to work overtime to anesthetize my nerves.

He often had a thought in his mind, would she still think of him after getting divorced like this?

He looked at his phone more frequently than before, hoping that she would come to him like in the past, but she never came...

"Mo Xun, I'm going to cook porridge. You can take a rest and eat later." Tang Zhiluo came out of his arms, turned around and wiped away tears.

I started to miss him again.

Tang Zhiluo told himself not to be so useless again.

She went to the kitchen to make dinner.

An hour later, she brought out a light and delicious porridge.

Tang Zhiluo secretly melted the stomach medicine into the porridge, and stirred it carefully. It was just to release the medicine that she insisted on coming back to make dinner by herself.

"Mo Xun, it's time to eat." Tang Zhiluo called Mo Xun into the master bedroom.

Mo Xun was working while holding the phone while coughing.

Tang Zhiluo frowned, walked over to take his phone away, a little unhappy, "If you are so sick, take a rest, don't work!"

Mo Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at her, "There is still a little bit left to hand over the work, and it will be dealt with."

"Well, the porridge is ready, let's go out and eat."

"Understood." Mo Xun replied, put down his phone and stood up, Tang Zhiluo came to help him worriedly.

Mo Xun's eyes fell on her.

Tang Zhiluo blushed a little, "I'm afraid you won't be able to walk steadily."

Mo Xun smiled and did not refuse.

before the table.

Mo Xun sat on his seat, frowned and glanced at her, "Why is my bowl so big?"

His is that kind of soup bowl, while Tang Zhiluo's is a small bowl.

Tang Zhiluo felt a little guilty, "Oh, I was afraid that your small bowl wouldn't be enough, so I brought you a big one."

Mo Xun: "..."

"Eat quickly." Tang Zhiluo gave him a spoon.

Mo Xun smelled the aroma of the porridge, said nothing more, and took a sip slowly, "The taste is not bad."

He didn't taste any medicine in it at all.

Tang Zhiluo pursed his lips and secretly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Xun found out, she lowered her head and laughed.

Tang Zhiluo smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I just thought of something funny."

"What's so funny?"

She glanced at him, he had only eaten a few mouthfuls of porridge, Tang Zhiluo didn't dare to say it, for fear that he would not eat it, "It's nothing, some unimportant things."

"Thinking about other men?" Mo Xun said abruptly, his eyes instantly thickened like ink.

Tang Zhiluo was slightly taken aback.

Why do they always froze within two words now?

Tang Zhiluo actually hated this, she wanted to have a good talk with Mo Xun, instead of always fighting with each other.

I couldn't help stretching out my hand to cover his cold palm, "No, Mo Xun, I'm not thinking of other men."

Mo Xun raised his eyes to look at her, and then looked at her small hand, which covered his big hand.

Very soft and warm.

"Have you missed me recently?" His eyes fell on her face.

I don't know if it was Tang Zhiluo's illusion, but she felt that Mo Xun's eyes were full of anticipation.

Did he want her to miss him?

Of course Tang Zhiluo missed him, thinking about him every day and night, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

Mo Xun thought he was embarrassing her, his eyes darkened, and he wanted to withdraw his hand.

Tang Zhi's heart tightened, she didn't know what she was thinking at that moment, but by the time she realized it, she had already grabbed Mo Xun's hand.

Mo Xun stared at her closely, "What are you doing?"

"I miss you very much." Tang Zhiluo said every word.

Miss you very much.

The three words seemed to have entered Mo Xun's heart, making him stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his illness was worth it. If he hadn't been ill, Tang Zhiluo wouldn't have taken care of him.

Flipping his big palm, he wrapped her little hand, "Me too."

He said so did he.

Tang Zhiluo was stunned, and his emotions were turbulent.

She has always felt that Mo Xun should be very happy after he has firmly admitted that he wants to be with Qin Yuwei, but now...

"Aren't you with Qin Yuwei?" Tang Zhiluo plucked up the courage to look at him.

At the same time, she was a little nervous, afraid that he was really with her, what if Mo Xun and Qin Yuwei were together?

She found that she couldn't bear the answer, she lowered her eyes slightly, her nose was sore.

Mo Xun frowned, and just about to speak, his stomach cramped again.

"Are you okay?" Seeing him frowning, Tang Zhiluo thought that he must be suffering, and hurried him to eat porridge.

The medicine is all in the porridge, just eat it.

Mo Xun finally ate half of the bowl.

When Tang Zhiluo put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, that question came to mind again.

Mo Xun, are you with Qin Yuwei?

She admits she cares a lot about the answer.

But if Mo Xun is really with Qin Yuwei, what can she do?

She still loves him that way.

depressed.

Forget it, Mo Xun is sick right now, so she should stop thinking about it, he is sick because of her own fault, she should take good care of him first, let's talk about the rest later.

Mo Xun didn't go back to the master bedroom.

He went to the second bedroom and sat on Tang Zhiluo's bed. The sheets were still blue, simple and warm.

He found that he still liked living with her.

Every day when he goes out, the little wife will take him to the door, and when he goes home, the little wife will wait for him at home, and live together and accompany him every day.

If he didn't let go, he wouldn't know his heart, it turned out that he was so greedy for a plain and warm life.

When he returned to China three years ago, he never thought that one day he would fall in love with this kind of daily necessities, and he had a little wife who would love him so much.

But now revenge seems to be less important, because revenge just wants to do something for his dead mother, but before that, he never thought about what he wanted, maybe what he wanted before was supremacy The power to decide anyone's life or death.

But what's the point of being in control of someone else's life?

He prefers to come home early every day to tease his lovely little wife.

He became a little different from before.

Because of the separation, I understand the reluctance.

Tang Zhiluo walked over and saw him standing in the second bedroom, "Why are you here?"

"Come and have a look." Mo Xun replied.

"Is your stomach feeling better?"

"It seems to be much better, not as painful as before."

"Yeah." So, after taking the medicine, it's still helpful, so I'll continue to put the medicine in his porridge tomorrow.

"Then rest, it's almost ten o'clock, I have to go to bed." Tang Zhiluo sweated a lot after a busy day, and wanted to take a bath.

"Let's wash together."

These words startled Tang Zhiluo, "Wash together?"

"I mean, you wash in the bathroom of the living room, and I wash in the bathroom of the master bedroom. Let's wash together, and the time will be faster."

It turned out to be the case.

Tang Zhiluo was scared to death.

She patted her heart and went to get her pajamas, "Okay, you can go and wash it, but don't wash it for too long, your fever has just subsided, just scrub it casually."

"Okay." Mo Xun was always sick, with a tired look on his face.

Tang Zhiluo was worried that he would faint in the shower.

Ten minutes later, after taking a shower, Tang Zhiluo remembered that the sheets in Mo Xun's room were made a few days ago and had not been changed.

She went into the master bedroom to help him change the sheets.

Mo Xun came out of the bathroom in his nightgown, and saw his little wife changing his bedding again.

Looking at the soft and beautiful back, the tenderness in Mo Xun's eyes spread out layer by layer.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xun stood by the bed and asked her.

"Change your sheets. You haven't come back for a few days. The previous sheets are dusty and dirty. I'll change you to a clean one." Tang Zhiluo was busy.

Mo Xun came over to help her.

Tang Zhiluo said: "No need, you are sick, just rest by the side, I will come!"

Like a woman, she took off her shoes and stepped on Mo Xun's bed, and wanted to pull up his quilt and swing it under the bed, so that the quilt core would spread out in the quilt.

Mo Xun was a little funny, his little wife was said to be weak and strong, and she was very agile in doing these jobs.

Tang Zhiluo pulled up the quilt to swing, but one of them lost his footing, stepped on the edge of the bed and fell down.

Mo Xun's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to catch the fallen woman in his arms.

Tang Zhiluo was held in his arms, looking at his pale and handsome face, he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Are you okay? Why are you so dumb?" Mo Xun thought she must be frightened, and her pupils dilated.

Tang Zhiluo was stared at by him, his heartbeat became a little faster, "I'm fine."

"You said I helped you, you have to be brave." Mo Xun frowned and looked at the little woman in his arms, but didn't let go of her.

"I just see that you are seriously ill, and I want you to rest."

"How much strength does it take to swing the quilt? Besides, my fever has subsided, so I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore."

"Well." She was silent in his arms for a while, "let go of me."

Mo Xun put her down.