Ma'am, give me a baby

This time, Liu Shaochen's health got worse. He was fine before, but after marrying Mo Ziqing, he had to drink medicine from time to time, and now it's even worse.The doctor prescribed the medicine, and the medicine could not be stopped until the body recovered.

Shui Xiang came in with the porridge, looked at the person lying on the side of the bed, her nose was sour, and her eyes turned red uncontrollably, "Ma'am, it's time to eat."

The person on the bed moved and said softly, "Take it down."

"Madam, you'd better take some." Shui Xiang was in a hurry, "You can only drink medicine after you eat something."

Liu Shaochen didn't say anything more, just stared at the wall, and blinked for a long time.

The warm curtain was opened, Shui Xiang turned her head to look, and was stunned for a moment when she saw who it was, "Master."

Mo Ziqing took the tray in Shui Xiang's hand, and motioned for her to go out first, but Shui Xiang hesitated for a moment or withdrew.

Walking slowly to the bed, Mo Ziqing put the tray on the small cabinet next to the bed, picked up the small bowl and stirred the porridge with a spoon, looked at the person on the bed, "Young minister, eat something first."

Liu Shaochen didn't seem to hear, and didn't respond or move, but Mo Ziqing still said softly: "If you are tired of me, you can't take your anger on yourself."

After waiting for a long time, Liu Shaochen still didn't move. Mo Ziqing sighed softly, and reached out to help him up, but before his hand touched, Liu Shaochen seemed to have sensed it, and said lightly, "I'll eat it when you go out." .”

The outstretched hand paused, then slowly retracted, Mo Ziqing responded, put the bowl on the tray, got up and walked out of the inner room.

Liu Shaochen sat up slowly, looked at the bowl of porridge, and took a long time to pick it up and drink it.

Hearing the sound of bowls and spoons colliding in the room, Mo Ziqing was relieved, went to the desk and sat down, a letter on the desk made him frown, and the image of Liu Shaochen who tried to deny it yesterday appeared in front of him again, pondering for a moment, He flipped through the stack of books in his hand.

This table was used by Liu Shaochen to read and write, and he was not allowed to enter the study, so Liu Shaochen took this table as his own desk.

He found some used rice paper, with black and white characters on the paper, and the beautiful handwriting caught his eyes. He had never carefully read the handwriting written by Liu Shaochen, but now that he looked closely, he realized that the handwriting was extremely beautiful.

Looking at the letter in the envelope again, I noticed a little difference. Although the two fonts are very similar, there is still a little difference.In this way, what Liu Shaochen said yesterday was true, and he was framed.

The letter wrote some insults to Jiang Yingyue. He thought it was written by Liu Shaochen, and thought that he was proud of the kindness he had treated him some time ago, so he wrote the letter to Jiang Yingyue. warn.

But now it seems that he misunderstood Liu Shaochen and hurt him because of it.

Unconsciously pinching the letter paper in his hand, Mo Ziqing had a gloomy face, remembering what happened yesterday when he was stopped at the gate of the city, his chest hurt even more with anger.

When he came back yesterday, a person at the city gate suddenly knelt in front of his carriage, saying that he was complaining about her young lady.

That was Jiang Yingyue's maid, who was crying and saying that Liu Shaochen sent a letter to his young lady. After receiving the letter, the young lady became depressed and became seriously ill. She said that she still couldn't get out of bed. She also said that she had been guarding the gate of the city for several days in order to wait for him to come back and tell him about it.

When he saw the contents of the letter, he felt deceived by Liu Shaochen's innocent appearance, so he rushed back to the mansion in a rage and questioned him face to face.

He vaguely knew who did it, but he still didn't want to believe how Jiang Yingyue became such a person.

Disappointed with her more and more, Mo Ziqing finally sighed, he does not blame others for this kind of thing, he can only blame himself.

He was the one who hurt Liu Shaochen, and he was the one who killed the child in his womb with his own hands.

Even if Liu Shaochen hated him, he should...

Standing up, he wanted to go to the inner room to see if he had finished eating. When he passed the soft couch in the middle of the room, something on it caught his attention. He remembered that when he came back yesterday, Liu Shaochen was holding this thing in his hand.

I took it into my hand and took a closer look, only to find that it was a small shoe, small and very pretty.