Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 529 is easier to sweat when holding (6)

After Ye Qiwen left the scene, she went straight back to her residence. She still had work in the afternoon. She stayed at home for a while, called the agent and asked her to push her away.

Ye Qiwen opened the pregnancy diagnosis result at the bottom of the box and pinched her fingertips slightly. As long as her attitude changes slightly, she will take out the diagnosis result, which is a kind of warning to herself.

Ye Qiwen looked at the diagnosis, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. Ye Qiwen put the diagnosis book in the cabinet again, walked to the door and asked: "Who?"

"It's me." Song Zhuochen's familiar voice came in from the door.

Ye Qiwen pressed her hand by the door to open the door and withdrew back, her voice was cold: "What's wrong with you?"

In the past few years when Ye Qiwen was not in China, Song Zhuochen came here almost every week. He did not receive news in advance that Ye Qiwen was back, but he was used to coming here. He saw that Ye Qiwen was living here again, and he knew that she had returned to China.

He still came often, and even though he was closed-door every time, he persisted.

Hearing Ye Qiwen's question, Song Zhuochen's knocking hand slowly retracted: "I..."

He is fine, as before, just want to see her.

Ye Qiwen leaned on the door, but she didn't hear Song Zhuochen's voice for a long time, she said, "If it's okay, please leave, and I have to rest."

"Ye Qiwen." Song Zhuochen called her name: "Whether you believe it or not, my apology is serious, and I will wait as long as I said."

"Whatever you want." Ye Qiwen smiled sarcastically and coldly where Song Zhuochen could not see.

Ye Qiwen, who was a little unhappy about the meeting today, also made Ye Mu unhappy. She went home in the nanny car, looked at Ji An and said, "Song Zhuochen will also go, why don't you tell me?"

"Didn't I ask if you would mind being with Song Zhuochen? If you said don't mind, I didn't tell you." Ji An knocked on the schedule on the computer, and didn't see Ye Mu's face at all.

Ye Mu opened his mouth, nothing to say.

She has no reason for not seeing Song Zhuochen, of course she will not avoid him. Ye Qiwen didn't want to see Song Zhuochen, she couldn't tell Ji An about this.

Song Zhuochen's appearance at the meeting would be a small accident for Ye Mu. Ji An was not wrong, she just didn't know the inside story.

In the evening, Ye Qiwen called Ye Mu as usual. There was not much change between her words and usual times, which made Ye Mu completely relieved.

She was a little worried at first, Ye Qiwen would misunderstand Ye Mu knowing that she was worried that the two would have a rift because of this. But Ye Qiwen called her, her tone was full of belief in Ye Mu, and Ye Mu was relieved.

She took a breath and put down the phone, and glanced at Feng Feng Peipei who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. She watched for a while, then pressed a kiss on the cheeks of the two of them, covered them with a quilt, got up and went to the study.

Mo Shen didn't lie to her. He said before that he had encountered a small problem at work, but he was so busy in the next few days. Ye Mu was afraid of disturbing him, but gently opened the door of the study, and glanced inside.

Mo Shen was reading the document, and from time to time he coughed slightly with his fist covering his lips.

"Why are you still coughing..." Ye Mu muttered to himself in a very low voice standing at the door.

He coughed in the morning, and he is still coughing now, and it seems to be worse than in the morning.

Ye Mu lightly sighed and closed the door. She stepped gently into the kitchen.

Mo Shen didn't like going to the hospital the least, and he didn't like taking medicine. If he took some cold medicine, Ye Mu would take a lot of work and still give him some cough-relieving Sydney soup.

Ye Mu had done it for him before, and he was fairly proficient, but the process took time. Ye Mu sat near the bar and waited.

Mo Shen was busy in the study, ignorant of everything downstairs. It took a long time to finish processing the files. After checking the time, it was too late. He closed the computer and planned to go back to the bedroom.

Before going back, Ye Mu carried the snow pear soup and pushed open the door of the study. She put the snow pear soup on Mo Shen's table, suddenly let go of her hand, the hot fingertips lifted up and squeezed her earlobe. She felt a little pain from being burned, and frowned her brows and said to Mo Shen: I have made some Sydney soup for you, drink it while it is hot, and your cough will be better tomorrow morning."

He said, letting go of the hand holding the earlobe and blew it twice, filled Mo Shen with a bowl, and sent it to him with concern, not forgetting to remind: "It's a bit hot, be careful."

Mo Shen took the snow pear soup and glanced at her fingertips: "Hot?"

"No, it's just a bit hot." Ye Mu looked at the soup bowl containing the Sydney soup, his concerned eyes were already an invisible urge.

Mo Shen took a sip of Sydney soup under the motion of her eyes, it was not so hot, and he drank them all within a few seconds.

Make sure he drank it, Ye Mu nodded in satisfaction, took the soup bowl, and asked, "Would you like to drink more?"

"No need." Mo Shen has not always liked sweet food.

"Then I will take it away." Ye Mu took the soup bowl from his hand and put it on the tray again.

She was about to go out, then looked back at him and reminded: "You should rest early, and you should pay more attention to physical discomfort."

Mo Shen lightly smiled and nodded and promised her. Ye Mu stepped down the stairs and continued with a voice that Mo Shen could hear behind him: "Just take a hot bath and sweat under the quilt."

Ye Mu went downstairs to wash the soup bowls, and roughly tidied the kitchen before going upstairs.

She returned to the bedroom, Mo Shen had already taken a shower and was lying on the bed under the blanket. Ye Mu nodded in satisfaction with Mo Shen's performance. She lifted the quilt and lay beside him: "Would you like to drink water?"

Mo Shen shook his head: "No, it's late, rest early."

As he said, he raised his hand and turned off the light above his head.

Ye Mu obediently closed his eyes, his body moved slightly, and Mo Shen's arms were already pressed against her waist.

"Don't move, you should put on more quilts and sweat." Ye Mu tried to pull away Mo Shen's hand to remind him.

Mo Shen's hand pressed against her waist moved slightly, and in the darkness, the corner of his mouth was faintly smiling: "Holding it makes it easier to sweat."

Mo Shen said this, already using the action facts, he held Ye Mu with both hands and brought her into his arms.

Ye Mu was leaning against his arms, her face was originally leaning against his arms, her face flushed from breathing, she turned around again, her back was pressed against Mo Shen's chest, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Ye Mu slept well this night. But Mo Shen's situation was not so good. Not only was his cough not good, it even worsened.

At breakfast, Ye Mu looked at the deep cough, and said concerned: "After dinner, go to the hospital."

"It's okay." Mo Shen wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and smiled at Ye Mu.

(End of this chapter)