[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Mo Yihuan was stunned.

"……What's up?"

He heard his voice quivering slightly.

There was no sound on the phone for a while, and the assistant sighed: "You...you should come to the hospital to see yourself."

Mo Yihuan shook his hand, and the phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Along the way, he didn't know how he got to the hospital.

Sitting outside the ICU door, Mo Yihuan's hands and feet were cold and his whole body was shaking.The three big characters "rescue" flashed in front of the door, and he just stared blankly, his mind blank.

... His heart was pounding, and he was obviously dying of pain, but he couldn't even shed tears.

520 was frightened by his appearance, and kept comforting him in his arms: "Baby, don't be like this, Ji Yue will be fine..."

However, he couldn't listen to a single word of 520's words.

He had already endured the pain of losing Ji Yue once before, and he didn't want to experience the feeling that life would be worse than death for the second time in his life.

I don't know how long it has been like this, the door finally opened, Mo Yihuan immediately got up and rushed over, grabbed the doctor's sleeve, and said in a crying voice: "How is he? How is he?"

The doctor hesitated to speak: "Sir, let's go back to the ward and talk."

In the ward.

The man lay quietly on a snow-white hospital bed, with a ventilator mask on his face and a thick gauze wrapped around his head.His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, only his chest heaved slightly.

"Mr. Ji suffered severe head injuries. Although we tried our best to save him, we could only save his life. Maybe, he will be in a vegetative state for the rest of his life, and he won't be able to wake up..."

The doctor's words came to my ears from far and near.

Mo Yihuan clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on the man's lifeless face, her shoulders trembled slightly.

The doctor said: "Mr. Ji just finished the operation and needs to recuperate in a quiet environment. Let's go out first."

Several people left the ward one after another, only Mo Yihuan stood there blankly, motionless as if he hadn't heard.

The doctor said, "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Yihuan said softly with no expression on his face: "...You guys go, I'll stay with him here."

The doctor hesitated, "But..."

"I won't quarrel with him," Mo Yihuan said, still staring at the man on the hospital bed, "Let me stay with him."

Seeing his resolute expression, the doctor didn't say anything, sighed, turned and walked out of the room.

In the huge ward, only he and Ji Yue were left.

Mo Yihuan sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand, and gently covered Ji Yue's hand.The man's hand was cold, not as hot as before. Mo Yihuan held his hand in his palm to warm it, then put it on his lips, and kissed it cautiously.

All the strength he was holding on to finally collapsed in an instant. Mo Yihuan looked at the man in front of him, tears streaming down like broken beads, he choked up and said intermittently: "Ji Yue, I beg you, wake up, okay?" ..."

However, no matter how he called, Ji Yue didn't respond, his face was quiet and steady, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

However, Mo Yihuan didn't know if he could wake up from this sleep.

"Ji Yue, Ji Yue, I beg you..." Mo Yihuan clenched the man's hand tightly, her shoulders trembling violently, and she cried until she was dark.

The man never responded to him.

He didn't know how long he cried, but Mo Yihuan cried until his voice became hoarse, and there were no more tears in his eyes. His head was in a daze, and he fell asleep beside the man.

"... Huan'er?"

A familiar voice sounded above his head.

Mo Yihuan opened his eyes in a daze, raised his head, and looked into a pair of dark eyes with a smile.

In the haze, I saw the man's black hair scattered like a waterfall, which was vaguely dressed in ancient times.Mo Yihuan's eyes widened instantly, and he sat up abruptly and looked around.

The huge room with antique decoration is exactly Ji Yue's bedroom.

Mo Yihuan looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, opened his mouth, and said with a tight voice, "...Your Majesty?"

Ji Yue smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "Why do you look at me like this, don't you know me?"

Before he finished speaking, the boy threw himself into his arms and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to melt him into his flesh and blood.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I miss you so much..."

The boy lay on his shoulders, weeping in his arms.

The man patted him on the back comfortingly, and the voice in his ear was low and gentle: "Huan'er, don't cry, I'm here, aren't you?"

Mo Yihuan was crying out of breath, but he just hugged Ji Yue tightly and refused to let go, for fear that if he let go, the man would disappear from his eyes like a disillusioned bubble.

Like a man gently stroking his back, he opened his mouth quietly.

"Huan'er, I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that you fell from the tower, and I jumped down with you. Then I seemed to come to a strange place, and I lost my memory inexplicably. I don't remember anything. It's..."

Hearing this, Mo Yihuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and he grabbed Ji Yue's arm nervously: "...What are you talking about, Your Majesty?"

Ji Yue looked at him, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, and said solemnly: "Huan'er, I dreamed...you finally left me."

Mo Yihuan panicked, he lost his voice and said, "Your Majesty, I..."

Before the words finished, the man stretched out his hand and gently pressed his lips.

"It's okay," Ji Yue smiled at him, with a complicated expression and a dark light in his phoenix eyes: "Huaner, remember, no matter where you go, I will find you."

As he spoke, he interlocked his fingers with the boy, and leaned forward to kiss him.

With a lingering kiss, Ji Yue leaned against Mo Yihuan's ear, breathing hotly: "Say that sentence to me again, okay?"

Mo Yihuan was taken aback.

"I love to listen to you very much," the man's voice said with a smile, "No matter how many times you tell me, I will never tire of listening to you."

Mo Yihuan wiped his face, he cried and laughed at the same time, hugged the man tightly back, and whispered in his ear:

"...Your Majesty, I love you."

Mo Yihuan woke up suddenly.

He found himself still lying beside Ji Yue's hospital bed, his face was cold.He reached out to wipe his face, only to realize that tears were streaming down his face unknowingly.

"His Majesty……"

Mo Yihuan tightly held the man's hand on the hospital bed, leaned over to his ear, and said in a trembling voice: "...I love you."

Ji Yue's eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.

Mo Yihuan didn't notice, he just repeated in a murmur: "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

... Since he loves to listen, he will tell him over and over again.

He didn't know how long he had been talking, until his lips were dry and his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound, the man still didn't respond.

Mo Yihuan's heart ached and his head was so painful that he almost suffocated.He closed his eyes, tears fell from the corners of his eyes and fell on the man's face.

"...Your Majesty, didn't you say that you can find me wherever I go? Your Majesty, don't lie to me, don't lie to me, okay..."

At this moment, Mo Yihuan suddenly felt that the man's fingers in his palm seemed to move.

He widened his eyes excitedly: "Your Majesty?"

"Dididi", the monitor on the side rang, and Mo Yihuan looked quickly, and the heart rate displayed on it increased rapidly.He looked at Ji Yue again, only to see the man's brows were tightly wrinkled and his chest heaving violently.

"Doctor, doctor!" Mo Yihuan hurriedly got up, going to find a doctor.He was about to open the door when he heard a faint voice behind him: "... Huan'er."

Mo Yihuan stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.The tears that had just stopped flowed down again immediately. He trembled violently, turned around with difficulty, and looked at the man on the hospital bed.

Ji Yue's face was still pale, his eyes were black and shiny, he hooked his lips and smiled at him.

"Don't go, come here and stay with me."

Mo Yihuan didn't dare to move, he was afraid that everything in front of him was just another dream.He squeezed his face in a trance, and a real pain came, and he slowly came back to his senses.

"...Your Majesty, do you remember?"

Ji Yue smiled at him: "Come here."

Mo Yihuan walked over with a slightly shaky figure, and the man raised his hand with difficulty, gently wiping away the tears on his face.

"Don't cry." Ji Yue said softly: "Your face is crying, how ugly."

"Well, stop crying!" Mo Yihuan choked up and said, but tears still fell down.

"Don't cry..." The man showed some helplessness on his face: "Didn't I find you?"

"I know, I know, Your Majesty..." The young man broke down in tears.

The man reached out to caress the young man's face, word by word, clear and gentle: "From now on, I will never let you leave again."

"What many people don't understand now is that you are so popular now, why do you suddenly want to retire from the entertainment industry?"

With a microphone in his hand, the reporter asked the tall and handsome man in front of him a serious question.

Ji Yue said lightly: "Because of the car accident some time ago, I want to rest for a while. What's more, I have a very important thing to do."

"Can you tell me what happened?" the reporter asked.

"Not yet." Ji Yue smiled, his eyes and eyebrows blurred softly: "When the right time comes, I will... I will make it public."

……

The interview is finally over.Ji Yue returned to the backstage lounge, and saw the boy lying on the sofa and couldn't stop laughing.

He also laughed, with a helpless look on his face: "...Is it so funny?"

"Funny! I laughed so hard hahaha..." Mo Yihuan laughed out of breath: "You called yourself 'Zhen' in front of that reporter, you didn't see that reporter's expression..."

Ji Yue stepped forward, took the young man into his arms, scratched his nose, and said with a smile: "Don't laugh at me! I've called myself that for many years, and it's understandable that I can't change it for a while, isn't it?" ?”

Mo Yi laughed happily for a while, finally stopped laughing, and said seriously: "By the way, what is the important thing you just said, why didn't you tell me?"

Ji Yue smiled and didn't speak, but just took out two air tickets.

Mo Yihuan took it over, took a closer look, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Going to Iceland? What are you doing there?"

Ji Yue looked gentle and said softly: "Guess?"

Mo Yihuan blinked: "Going on vacation?"

Ji Yue shook his head.

"Then..." Mo Yihuan scratched his hair inexplicably, at this moment a thought flashed through him, and he suddenly realized that Iceland seems to allow same-sex marriage.

"The ring I gave you before was broken, so I want to give you another ring."

Ji Yue said slowly, while stretching out his hand, he grabbed the young man's smooth little hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

"But this time, I don't plan to tie the ring around my neck, I want to put the ring...on your ring finger with my own hands."

Mo Yihuan's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Ji Yue.

The four eyes met, the man intertwined his fingers with him, and smiled with his lips curved, his eyes were gentle and lingering.

And the reflection in his eyes was himself.

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