I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

Mo Shiyan wanted to refuse.

But the bowl of brown sugar ginger tea had been brought over by the enthusiastic Ming Nuan and poured it directly into his mouth.

A rich blend of sweet and spicy.

It's the smell he hates the most.

Seeing him frowning subconsciously, Ming Nuan shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Such a big man."

"Mr. Mo is still picky about food?"

Mo Shiyan: "..." He shouldn't have dried her hair yesterday.

Let her die of illness!

Soon.

Grandma Mo downstairs saw the empty bowl brought down, "How is it, is Xiao Nuan okay?"

She felt that Mingnuan's situation last night was indeed a bit strange.

But the more times this happens, the less we can push forward step by step.

At first glance, it seemed that he had encountered something unspeakable, and that was why he was so devastated.

She waited for Xiao Nuan to tell her herself.

"The young lady is fine." The maid looked a little strange, "It's just that the young master has a cold and a fever."

Grandma Mo looked confused and thought she heard wrongly, "Who? Who has a fever?"

"He got sick just because he got caught in the rain for those few steps?"

Maid: "Yes, the young master will definitely not be able to go to work today."

The corners of Grandma Mo's mouth twitched slightly.

"The young lady said she would stay and take care of him."

Grandma Mo took a sip of hot tea and smiled when she heard this, "That's fine."

"It's time for these two to cultivate their relationship."

She showed a satisfied look, maybe God gave her a chance?

in the room.

Ming Nuan, who was staring at Mo Shiyan, couldn't help but sigh for the third time.

Mo Shiyan had a patient look on his face: "Ming Nuan, please stay away from me."

"But how can I take care of you when you're standing far away?"

She sat beside the bed, pressing his quilt, "I still have something to do with your cold this time. If it hadn't been raining, you wouldn't have gotten sick."

Mo Shiyan took a shallow breath.

"Then let go of your hands."

Ming Nuan is crazy!

In a room with air conditioning on.

He actually wrapped him into a silkworm chrysalis and pressed every corner of his quilt tightly.

"No." Ming Nuan softly rejected his request.

For a time, Mo Shiyan felt that she was deliberately taking revenge on him.

"My mother said that when you are sick, you should cover your sweat. Once you sweat, you will be fine."

Ming Nuan said, thinking in her heart, how about adding another quilt to him?

But at this moment.

She heard Mo Shiyan chuckle and say in an indifferent tone, "Really? Maybe I don't have a mother and don't have this habit, so please let me go."

Ming Nuan was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously he looked at Mo Shiyan.

"What? Didn't you investigate me before you married me?" Mo Shiyan raised his eyes.

There are no secrets in the circle.

She knew that Mo Shiyan's mother died in childbirth when giving birth to her.

Three years later, Mo Shiyan's father, who was the head of the Mo family at the time, also died of illness.

Ming Nuan considered the words in his heart.

See her expression change.

Mo Shiyan found it funny.

These people are like this. Even grandma will become extremely sensitive when hearing him talk about his mother, as if a bad word can kill him.

He had heard words of comfort, accusations, and sympathy too many times.

You can guess what she will say.

After thinking for a long time, he tentatively said, "Mr. Mo, I don't mind if you find the feeling of maternal love in me."

Mo Shiyan gently ground his teeth.

He was wrong.

He couldn't use common sense to judge Ming Nuan, a little idiot.

"Ming Nuan, you'd better shut your mouth." Mo Shiyan felt that veins must have appeared on his forehead due to excessive patience.

Ming Nuan pouted.

The big boss is really difficult to serve.

The big boss who is sick is even more difficult to take care of.

But she also knew that he was in a bad mood now, and she was afraid that if she said anything, it would hurt others, so she simply kept her mouth shut.

Today is still a rainy day.

The sound of rain outside the window made people drowsy. Probably because of the medicine, Mo Shiyan fell asleep quickly.

But very light sleep.

He was trapped in a dream.

He had that annoying dream again.

In the dream, it was his father's ferocious face, and it was also a rainy winter night.

As a child, he was thrown into the courtyard on a winter night. The biting rain beat him to the core, and the mud mixed with the winter rain poured straight into his mouth and nose.

But he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

Because his father pinched his nose.

His eyes were scarlet, and his face was filled with tears for doing such an outrageous thing. His painful expression made him look like a victim.

"It's all your fault!"

His ferocious face appeared so clearly in the dim courtyard.

"If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died. I clearly told her not to give birth to you!"

"She still gave birth to you."

"She left me."

"It's all your fault!"

He struggled so hard that his fingers scraped his skin on the rough ground.

Suffocating, painful.

So suffocating...

Mo Shiyan opened his eyes with difficulty, but the suffocation in the dream seemed to be brought to reality.

His eyelashes were trembling, and the pain haunted him...until he opened his eyes and saw Ming Nuan lying on him like an octopus, sleeping soundly.

Mo Shiyan: "..." No wonder he felt suffocated.

Probably because the maid was afraid that Ming Nuan would catch a cold, she still asked her to take two cold medicines.

That's why she fell asleep due to sleepiness.

Subconsciously, she moved closer to the source of warmth, but she remembered not to let him get cold or to cover his sweat, so she wrapped him tightly.

Ming Nuan's face looked very good as she slept.

But looking at her like this, I don't know why.

His suffocation returned.

He had always had that dream since he was a child, but he knew it was not a dream.

That's what really happened. Grandpa and grandma thought he didn't remember it, and thought that children wouldn't have memories.

But he clearly remembered every word his father said.

That man is a hopeless man whose brain is bound by 'love'.

He loves his wife deeply.

So when the wife insisted on supporting the baby with her poor health, she died of hemorrhage.

He hated the child he didn't expect.

He's crazy.

This kind of person who only regards love as the only thing will really not be able to live a normal life after losing his beloved.

He will never become that person.

No matter what she did.

He won't change his mind.

He once thought so.

But now, he looked at Ming Nuan who was lying on him obediently, and listened to the heartbeat in his chest.

Smiling somewhat self-deprecatingly.

He indeed had that man's blood.

All these useless things are inherited.

But his mind will not change.

He didn't think he would become the kind of person who would lose himself, especially for a woman.

He stretched out his hand to wake Mingnuan up.

But he didn't expect Mingnuan to turn over on his own.

It just fell down.

It hit the floor hard!

"Ah!!" Ming Nuan screamed.

She raised her head suddenly and found that Mo Shiyan's hand had actually stretched out from the bed and froze in place.

She asked in disbelief: "I am sleepy, but, but there is no need for you to push me out of bed, right?"

"What if I fall and get a concussion?"

"I'm not very smart to begin with!"

Mo Shiyan: "...you"

"I understand, I'll let the maid take care of you."

Ming Nuan had already gotten up with a hurt look on her face, and glanced at Mo Shiyan melancholy, "But you've gone too far."

"I'm going to complain to grandma."

With that said, he walked out of the room without looking back.

Mo Shiyan's heartbeat had already subsided.

By the way, jump like crazy!

Angry!