He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Qiao Wangshu wiped away his tears and choked up: "It doesn't matter whether you believe me or not. After a long time, you will naturally know. I am serious this time, I am not lying to him, and I will never deceive his feelings again..."

She cried.

Mo Beixiao was frightened and stuttered: "You...you, you, just talk, just talk, you, don't cry. If my third brother knew, he would think I did something to you. Can't I trust you once? Don't...don't cry. I don't know how to comfort girls, you, don't expect me to comfort you."

Qiao Wangshu sniffed and said, "Sorry, I can't hold back my emotions."

She said that it was because of the dream that she tried to accept Mo Beichen.

Mo Beixiao thought this was nonsense.

But her attitude was still sincere.

Mo Beixiao rarely interacted with girls. Her crying made him flustered. He was too lazy to get into the details with her. He coughed, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "I reluctantly believe you, but this is the last time. You should have seen how happy my third brother is recently. If you lie to him again and let him down again this time, he will not die in your dream, but you can really play him to death."

Qiao Wangshu said firmly: "I won't. I won't lie to him again, and I won't let him down again."

"It's better not to. If you live well with my third brother, you will be my sister-in-law and a family member." Mo Beixiao said with an expression of "I am fierce": "But if you lie to him again, if he gets hurt because of you, you will never leave the Mo family alive."

Done.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Qiao Wangshu would cry again, he got up and left.

The back view is so handsome.

Qiao Wangshu's thoughts drifted away...

He had warned her in the same way in his previous life, but he still rescued her from the sea. She killed Mo Beichen, but he didn't really do anything to her. He just pushed her and told her to get out.

The two brothers of the Mohist school are truly brothers.

They are all people with hard words but soft hearts.

Not long after Mo Beixiao left, Qiao Wangshu went to the bathroom, washed his face, and then returned to his desk to continue reading.

About an hour later.

She had severe abdominal pain and noticed something was wrong with her body.

Counting the days, it seems that my period is about to come.

Her head was dizzy with pain, so she stopped studying and went back to her room. After tidying up, she changed into comfortable pajamas and lay down in bed.

noon.

The maid knocked on the door and called her to eat.

She was in so much pain that she had no appetite: "I don't want to eat, don't bother me."

Hearing that something was wrong with her voice, the maid asked worriedly, "Miss Qiao, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just want to get some sleep. I'll go down and eat when I'm hungry."

"Then you should have a good rest. Call me if you need me."

"it is good."

Qiao Wangshu didn't have lunch.

I stayed in bed until Mo Beichen got off work in the afternoon.

Mo Beichen learned from Uncle Zhang that Qiao Wangshu had not eaten lunch, and his brows furrowed.

The first thought was, what did he do wrong?

Was she mad at him?

Aren’t you doing fine lately?

Why the sudden hunger strike?

Could it be that...

Mo Beichen hurried upstairs and stood at the door of her bedroom. He raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, but finally knocked: "Shushu."

Qiao Wangshu was so dazed by the pain that he could only utter one word: "Come in."

She didn't lock the door.

Mo Beichen opened the door and went in, ready for her to be furious and scolded. But he saw her lying in a thin blanket, with a pale face and looking pitiful.

Mo Beichen's heart suddenly tightened. He strode to the bedside, sat down sideways, and touched her forehead with the back of his hand.

It’s not burning.

Why do you look so ugly?

Qiao Wangshu smelled the familiar cold fragrance of the pine forest after the snow on him, and felt inexplicably at ease. Like a fragile, injured little animal, it rubbed its head against his legs in a cricket-like state, and kept sticking to him, and its weak voice was extremely clinging: "Achen, my stomach hurts."

Mo Beichen was so anxious that he didn't know what to do: "Stomachache? Go to the hospital."

As he said this, he was about to hug her.

She shook her head on his legs: "The doctor can't do anything. He just told me to bear it. It hurts so much..."

Mo Beichen had taken physiology classes in school, and he finally realized what was going on after hearing this. He had no idea when her period was, and she would never tell him before. He hired Yu Nanxi to take care of her personally, and faced with this situation, he seemed at a loss: "Then... there is no medicine? Can I just endure it? I'll call Dr. Pei."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called his personal doctor.

He always speaks concisely.

Pei Song was stunned for a moment: "Dysmenorrhea? Third Master, I'm not a gynecologist."

Mo Beichen pursed his lips and remained silent.

Pei Song could sense the Third Master's dissatisfaction even through the phone, and he hurriedly added: "But I can draw inferences from other cases, so I understand a little bit... The main thing is not to catch a cold, and drinking some brown sugar water can relieve the pain. If the pain is really severe, you can take painkillers. But medicine is three-quarters toxic, so if you can bear it, it's best to bear it. Get more rest, drink more hot water, don't get tired, don't catch a cold, and you'll be fine in a few days."

"How many days?" Mo Beichen frowned in pain.

How many days will it hurt?

He was so distressed that he couldn't bear it for a whole day.

The pain will last for a few more days!

Pei Song's back stiffened at his cold and sharp tone: "Third Master, men and women are born different, there is nothing we can do about it. I know you feel sorry for Miss Qiao, but throughout history, there has been no cure for this problem, you..."

Seeing that he couldn't say anything else useful, Mo Beichen hung up the phone.

Pei Song breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a surgeon and he also has to take care of gynecological matters. How easy is that!

It is true: money is hard to earn, but shit is hard to eat!

The words are divided into two parts.

Mo Beichen sorted out Pei Song's words in his mind, and then went downstairs to have someone boil some brown sugar water without ginger. After all, it was almost evening, and eating ginger at night was like eating arsenic. He had a weak constitution, but he still knew some basic medical knowledge, so he could be considered a doctor after suffering from illness for a long time.

He brought a bowl of brown sugar water and slowly fed Qiao Wangshu to drink.

He doesn't know how to coax people at all.

I was so distressed that my face was stern.

It's so serious that it doesn't seem like he's feeding me brown sugar water.

Seeing her frown in pain, her pale face, her fragility and weakness...

He wished he could take his place.

The greatest fairness of the Creator is to be unfair to everyone.

A certain big devil was extremely dissatisfied: Why don’t men have their periods?

After drinking the hot brown sugar water, Qiao Wangshu actually felt much more comfortable. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or not.

Mo Beichen placed the soup bowl on the bedside table, helped her lie down, and covered her with a thin blanket: "I asked someone to make chicken soup. You didn't eat lunch, so eat something later."

He really wanted to hold her in his arms.

But his body was too cold, and Dr. Pei said she couldn't catch a cold right now.

He had to endure it.

Don't let the cold air pass to her.