My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

Mo Shenghuan quietly looked at the old man for a moment.

"What's the matter?" An Nuo just finished watching the video edited by Master Rui, when he raised his eyes, he saw Uncle and Grandpa Zhao facing each other, as if they were making eye contact.

"What happened?" An Nuo looked curious, shaking his hand between the two of them.

"An Nuo, he drank the whole pot." The old man showed the empty pot with both hands.

"Have a drink." An Nuo smiled and led Mo Shenghuan out, leaving room for the two elderly people.

"Mr. Mo eats a lot recently, it's great, but be careful of indigestion, do you want me to buy you some digestion tablets?"

Zhao Wei watched helplessly as the young man led the man out of the box, with a look of pampering him to no end.

"Brother Zhao, let's play chess." Mr. Mo had already set up the chessboard and waved to Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei looked at the closed box door and sighed.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhao?" Seeing Zhao Wei frowning, Mr. Mo asked.

"It's nothing." Zhao Wei sat opposite Mr. Mo, watched the chess eyes move, and asked Mr. Mo tentatively.

"How long have An Nuo been married to your son?"

"It's almost half a year." Mr. Mo took the red chess and left first, "It's a shot!"

"Half a year..." Zhao Wei moved his chess and jumped the horse, "Then the two of them, are you going to have a child?"

"Child?" Mr. Mo looked up and looked at Zhao Wei with a helpless smile.

"Brother, it's not that you didn't see Shenghuan's situation. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I once asked the doctor about it. Shenghuan's language barriers, emotional barriers, and social barriers are there. Don't talk about children, they are normal. Communication between husband and wife is impossible."

Zhao Wei fell into silence.

"I really want to have one, I dream about it. It's a pity that this matter can't be according to people's wishes. If An Nuo can really have a Shenghuan child, I can give him a few bangs!" Mr. Mo also moved the chess and vault, his eyes were intense Strong bitterness.

***

Because he was a bit full, An Nuo took Mo Shenghuan for a long walk before returning to his room. In case his uncle caught a cold in the bath, An Nuo also bought a box of cold medicine for preparation.

It was getting late, Mo Shenghuan went to wash up first, An Nuo was leaning on the bed with his phone in his arms, while charging the phone, he watched the video sent by Master Rui.

Just now in the private room without earphones, An Nuo watched the whole process in silence, after Master Rui officially released the video, he also sent An Nuo a link.

An Nuo clicked on the link to jump, and found that the video had already received thousands of likes just after it was posted.

The master is worthy of being a master, with his own traffic.

An Nuo clicked on it again, retweeted it with her Weibo and Mizao account, and choked back a few dozen words of thanks.

After Mo Shenghuan washed up and went to bed, he found that An Nuo was holding his mobile phone in his arms, all his attention was on the mobile phone.

"Cough cough."

There was a light coughing sound from beside her, An Nuo put down her phone and turned her head, and found that Mo Shenghuan had already gone to bed, her slender fingers were touching her neck, her eyes drooped slightly, and she seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Mr. Mo, does your throat hurt?" An Nuo moved the phone aside, leaned over with concern, and looked at Mo Shenghuan, "How does it feel, do you want to see a doctor?"

Mo Shenghuan slowly shook his head.

"Don't hold on." An Nuo got out of bed, quickly found the cold medicine she bought today, saw that it was for sore throat, and poured water for Mo Shenghuan to make a pack.

An Nuo came over with hot cold medicine and handed it to Mo Shenghuan. There was still a little steam in the cup, and the walls of the cup were warm.

Mo Shenghuan hugged the cup and lowered his head to take a few sips.

"Mr. Mo, is it bitter?" An Nuo leaned over and smelled it. The medicine didn't smell sweet at all, and it smelled like freshly brewed traditional Chinese medicine.

Seeing the young man's concerned eyes, Mo Shenghuan shook his head and took a few more sips.

An Nuo was still worried, touched his uncle's forehead, and compared it to his own.

Not hot.

Watching An Nuo turn around to get his phone again, Mo Shenghuan lowered his eyes, looked at the foam floating in the cup, and remained silent.

It's normal for young people to like to play with mobile phones.

"Come on, Mr. Mo, ah..." An Nuo came back with the phone, turned on the flashlight of the phone, and pointed at Mo Shenghuan.

"Let me see if your throat is red and swollen."

Mo Shenghuan looked at the bright flashlight of the phone, looked at An Nuo, and opened his mouth cooperatively.

An Nuo leaned over and carefully observed his uncle's throat, and found that the color was even, not red, nor swollen.

Turning off the flashlight, An Nuo looked at Mo Shenghuan, "Did you feel comfortable after coughing just now and don't want to cough anymore?"

Mo Shenghuan looked at An Nuo and blinked calmly.

"It shouldn't be a cold, it's just a simple itch." An Nuo looked at the cold medicine in his uncle's hand, and felt that he was making a big fuss. He didn't check the situation clearly, so he asked his uncle to drink the medicine, but the uncle just drank it obediently .

"It's better to drink less medicine." An Nuo pursed her lips and took the cup in Mo Shenghuan's hand. Aunt Yang said before that "the medicine is three-point poisonous", and uncle doesn't like to drink medicine either.

After pouring out the rest of the medicine, An Nuo lay beside Mo Shenghuan, thought for a while, and then tried to lie on Mo Shenghuan's chest, listening to his uncle for any noise in his lungs when breathing.

After lying on the ground for a while, An Nuo blinked, but he didn't hear the noise, but his uncle's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

It seems to be ok.

An Nuo picked up her phone, and was about to finish watching the part she hadn't seen, but found that Mo Shenghuan's gaze was also on her phone.

An Nuo shook the phone up and down, and his uncle's gaze followed suit.An Nuo simply put the phone in front of Mo Shenghuan, and the two watched the video together.

"This is what we took today." An Nuo turned up the phone's volume at 2x speed, "The topic is Hainan's other more cost-effective specialties besides coconut."

Mo Shenghuan watched the video, and there was An Nuo's figure on it.

"Rui Dashen and Mrs. Rui and I went to several markets." An Nuo was a little happy, "Rui Dashen and the others edited it very well, and they added filters. Many people in the comment area are asking me who I am. "

Mo Shenghuan watched the video, in which a young man was negotiating the price with the tea stall owner, with sharp eyes and sharp tongue, he abruptly talked about a pack of partridge tea that originally cost 55 to [-].

"Don't look at this." An Nuo covered the screen a little embarrassedly.

With his appearance, he is not an ordinary philistine. Mo Chenghuan has always disliked this about himself, saying that he is greedy for petty gains and places great emphasis on material things.

It doesn't matter if others see it, but if your uncle sees you like this, will you also get bored?

Mo Shenghuan is a doctor of returnees, once a proud son of heaven, high above the others, he doesn't care about the ten dollars, let alone haggling with the seller for this little money.

Would the uncle feel puzzled, would he also feel that he was wasting his time, and be surprised that he wasted so much for that little money?

An Nuo tried her best to cover the screen tightly. After this period, Mo Shenghuan raised his hand to help An Nuo hold the phone. An Nuo just put away his hand, and the image of An Nuo bargaining with the dried fruit store started playing again.

The first-grade dried mango at [-] per catty was priced at [-], and the dried jackfruit at [-] per catty was priced at [-]. There were also dried durians and banana slices. In the end, the boss even gave them a zero.

An Nuo blushed and lowered her head, not daring to see herself in the video.

It should be the kind of petty bourgeois that Mo Chenghuan said.

"Nuo Nuo?" A voice came from above her head, An Nuo pursed her lips and raised her head in embarrassment, while Mo Shenghuan lowered her head and kissed this clever mouth with a slight smile in her eyes.

An Nuo couldn't help but raise her hand, wrapping her arms around Mo Shenghuan's neck, Mo Shenghuan put down the phone with one hand, and deepened the kiss.

With lips and teeth entangled, An Nuo responded to Mo Shenghuan's strength, allowing the already thin air between her lips to be stripped away.

Mo Shenghuan turned over, pressed An Nuo under his body, supported his own weight with one hand, so that the boy would not feel uncomfortable under the pressure, and supported the back of An Nuo's head with the other hand, helping An Nuo to respond to himself.

An Nuo was breathless from being kissed, Mo Shenghuan seemed to be interested in his own neck, and kissed An Nuo's neck lightly.

Mo Shenghuan had already mastered the sensitive spots on An Nuo's neck last time, and this time he learned from the past, biting An Nuo's earlobe lightly, making An Nuo's face and neck turn red, and his body trembled involuntarily.

An Nuo restrained her legs very well this time, and she didn't lose her composure too much.

Mo Shenghuan slowed down a little bit, as if he had sensed something, he looked at An Nuo absentmindedly.

An Nuo held his breath, and saw that his uncle seemed to be trying to control himself, his dark eyes were slightly condensed, like a cluster of flames burning under the ice, and the tongue of fire was constantly eroding the ice layer underneath, burning more and more intensely.

"Mr. Mo?" An Nuo didn't know why, but saw that the muscles around Mo Shenghuan's neck were tense, and the lines became clearer.An Nuo turned her head slightly, and saw her uncle's hand holding her body tightly, her slender fingers clasping the bed sheet tightly, the fingertips sunken, the muscles and bones on the back of the hand protruding, forming a patchwork depression in the middle, as if secretly exerting force, trying to suppress something .

An Nuo saw the fine and crystal clear sweat on Mo Shenghuan's forehead, and subconsciously lifted herself up to wipe it off for him.

The moment he lifted his body, An Nuo noticed something and looked down.

For a moment, An Nuo stopped moving, and the two looked at each other for a long time, silently looking at each other.

An Nuo watched helplessly as the blush on Mo Shenghuan's neck deepened little by little. Immediately afterwards, Mo Shenghuan got up quickly and almost rushed into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing, An Nuo stood up with his head down, his eyes were blank, and his fingers unconsciously grabbed the bed sheet.

After half an hour, An Nuo came back to his senses a little bit, buried his face in the pillow, his earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed.

After another half an hour, it was already past the time when my uncle usually sleeps, An Nuo stood in front of the bathroom door, a little at a loss listening to the movement inside, but there was no sound of water.

Uncle must have fallen asleep in the bath again, right?

An Nuo knocked on the bathroom door twice, but there was no movement inside. An Nuo mustered up the courage to turn the doorknob, only to see that the water in the small bath was about to overflow.

An Nuo hurriedly approached and found that Mo Shenghuan was really soaking in the bathtub. An Nuo immediately reached out to fish it, but found that the water was ice, which was the temperature of tap water, without any hot water.

"Mr. Mo!" An Nuo patted Mo Shenghuan on the cheek in a panic, and Mo Shenghuan opened his eyes, with complicated emotions in his black eyes.

"Come out!" An Nuo cried anxiously, "You will get sick like this!"

Mo Shenghuan got up from the bath and raised his hand to comfort the boy, but found that his hand was very cold. After shaking his hand a few times, Mo Shenghuan touched the boy's hair.

Wrapped into rice dumplings by An Nuo, Mo Shenghuan sat on the bed, hugged An Nuo and brought hot water, without saying a word with his eyes downcast.

"That, that's a normal physiological reaction!" An Nuo stood in front of Mo Shenghuan, biting her lower lip angrily and sadly, "I raised you with great difficulty, I won't allow you to spoil your body like this!"

Mo Shenghuan lowered his head, only showing two hands holding the cup.

"Drink more hot water!" An Nuo unconsciously amplified his voice.

Mo Shenghuan raised his hand and obediently drank a few mouthfuls of hot water.

"Mr. Mo!" An Nuo didn't know what to say, seeing Mo Shenghuan's appearance, An Nuo's voice fell involuntarily.

That's right, uncle may not have had this kind of situation for more than ten years, but when he encountered it suddenly, he was definitely at a loss.

But taking a cold shower is not an option either!

An Nuo sat beside Mo Shenghuan, not knowing what to do.

Mo Shenghuan turned his face sideways, and handed the water glass to An Nuo.

An Nuo took the water glass, and after taking two sips, her stomach warmed up, and her mood became much calmer.

"Go to sleep." Mo Shenghuan looked a little sleepy, An Nuo touched Mo Shenghuan's hair and found that it was dry, so he could only purse his lips, turn off the light and lie down.

In the dark, An Nuo pondered for a long time, then turned to look at Mo Shenghuan.

"Mr. Mo?"

She shook hands with An Nuo.

"In the future... don't use this method, okay?" An Nuo bit her lip, "Let's find a solution together, can't we?"

After the room was quiet for a long time, a faint "hmm" came from the side.

The next morning, when everyone was having dinner in the restaurant, An Nuo was a little out of his mind, and Mo Shenghuan's eyes were also slightly bruised, as if he hadn't slept well.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was strangely harmonious, and some people even proposed to go to the beach together in the afternoon.

An Nuo raised his head, and suddenly remembered that he was a landlubber, the only paddling skill he knew was the dog planing, which sometimes he couldn't get up.

How about going to the hotel swimming pool to practice?

An Nuo rested her chin in one hand, and looked at Mo Shenghuan involuntarily.

The uncle was eating a fried egg, and sensing An Nuo's gaze, the knife slid across the fried egg, cut out a heart, and handed it to An Nuo.