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

Seeing Mo Yihuan's gaze cast over him, Fu Xihan quickly withdrew his gaze and grabbed the teacup in Mo Yihuan's hand in a panic: "Young master, do you still drink?"

"Drink, pour me another glass." Mo Yihuan handed over the glass and said bluntly: "What were you looking at just now?"

Fu Xihan's eyes flickered: "No, no."

Mo Yihuan reached out and took the bronze mirror by the bedside, and looked in the mirror, only to see a few... on his fair neck...

As expected of a dog man, a dog.

He looked at his face carefully in the mirror again, not to mention, after taking the medicine for ten days, the scars on his face really seemed to be a little lighter.He tilted his head and asked Fu Xihan: "Hey, Brother Han, do you think my face looks better?"

"Hmm..." Fu Xihan looked at him quietly, and responded softly.

Mo Yihuan turned her head and saw his bewildered expression, and joked with a playful smile: "Why, I'm so good-looking, you're dumbfounded?"

"Mr. Mo." Fu Xihan interrupted him, he looked at Mo Yihuan quietly, with a complicated expression on his face, sighed softly, and said, "Mr. Mo should stop forcing a smile. The subordinates know that the young master is not feeling well." .”

Tch, Mo Yihuan twitched his lips, he thought he was pretending well, but Fu Xihan spotted it so easily...

"What are you talking about! Your Majesty didn't kill me or beat me this time, I'm so happy! I thank him, thank him for the eighteen generations of his ancestors!" Mo Yihuan suppressed the sore feeling in his heart, and forced his mouth Said.He took the teacup from Fu Xihan's hand, gulped down two mouthfuls: "By the way, where is Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty..." Fu Xihan looked evasive, hesitated to speak, "Your Majesty should have gone to Miss Mo's place."

"Cough cough cough..." Mo Yihuan choked all of a sudden: "What?"

He couldn't help but get angry... What does this person mean, it's not enough to hurt him with his feelings, and he's going to hurt his sister?

Fu Xihan raised his hand, hesitantly froze for a moment in mid-air, and finally landed lightly on the young man's back, patted it gently a few times: "...Mr. Mo, drink slowly."

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Wen Xiao stood at the door, staring at the scene in front of him, stunned.

"Did I... bother you?"

"Doctor Wen!" Mo Yihuan's eyes lit up: "What are you bothering me? Come in quickly!"

Wen Xiao came in with a small box and lowered his head. His eyes fell on Fu Xihan's hand on Mo Yihuan's shoulder, and he smiled reluctantly: "You... what are you talking about?"

Fu Xihan withdrew his hand calmly, and said to Wen Xiao: "Mr. Mo coughed up blood again just now, and he seems to have a fever, please help him take a look."

Wen Xiao sat down and reached out to untie Mo Yihuan's belt, Fu Xihan hurriedly turned his eyes away and turned his back.

Wen Xiao uncovered the gauze wrapped around the wound layer by layer, and saw the wound on his chest that was slowly oozing blood, and frowned: "Why did the wound burst again!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to explore Mo Yihuan's body On the forehead, the brows frowned even tighter: "I really have a fever..."

He looked at Mo Yihuan, his handsome face was slightly dark, and he reprimanded solemnly: "Mr. Mo, I told you not to walk around casually during the recovery period. Why didn't you listen to me?"

Mo Yihuan scratched his hair in embarrassment, but Fu Xihan who was at the side spoke for him: "Actually, it was His Majesty's blessing last night..."

"What?" Wen Xiao asked in surprise, his face flushed slightly, as if he was a little angry: "Mr. Mo himself has not healed from an old injury, how can His Majesty... still let him go to bed?"

Fu Xihan scolded softly: "Ah Xiao, don't be disrespectful to His Majesty!"

Wen Xiao flattened his mouth unwillingly: "Understood, Brother Fu." He looked at Mo Yihuan again: "Mr. Mo, I will change the medicine for you again. During this period of time, you must rest and rest, and don't go to the ground. Move!"

"Okay, okay!" Mo Yihuan agreed, and Wen Xiao said to Fu Xihan, "Brother Fu, please help me to help Mr. Mo get up."

"But..." Fu Xihan hesitated with his back turned away. Mo Yihuan knew what he was hesitating for, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder carelessly: "Everyone is a gentleman, and they are all flat. What is there to avoid? Hurry up and help me!"

Only then did Fu Xihan turn around slowly, and he supported Mo Yihuan's shoulders to help him sit up, but his eyes kept looking down at the ground.Wen Xiao opened the box, took the medicine and gauze and stepped forward. He looked at the marks on Mo Yihuan's skin and frowned: "Your Majesty doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade..."

Fu Xihan frowned: "Ah Xiao!"

"I know, I know, don't be disrespectful to Your Majesty!" Wen Xiao said, he dipped in the ointment, and slowly applied it on the shocking wound on Mo Yihuan's chest. Although his movements were already very light, Mo Yihuan still couldn't hold back The wound hurt like a piercing heart, and I couldn't help crying out in pain.

When Mo Yihuan yelled, Fu Xihan's expression froze, and he immediately scolded Wen Xiao, "Ah Xiao, what's the matter with you, why don't you know the severity of the attack!"

"I'm already very light..." Wen Xiao's eyes widened in grievance, and Mo Yihuan hurriedly defended him: "No, no, it's not the doctor Wen's fault, it's because I'm too hypocritical!"

Wen Xiao turned her eyes away, her cheeks puffed up, and her voice was muffled: "...Brother Fu, you really care about Mr. Mo."

Looking at Wen Xiao's expression, Mo Yihuan faintly felt that something was wrong, no matter how it looks like...

Jealous?

Wait, Mo Yihuan suddenly realized, did Wen Xiao treat Fu Xihan...

Wen Xiao just puffed out her cheeks to help Mo Yihuan finish the medicine, and then tidied up her clothes.He stood up, clapped his hands, and glared at Fu Xihan angrily: "I gave Mr. Mo a good medicine!"

Fu Xihan didn't seem to notice Wen Xiao's displeasure at all, so he turned his head and asked Mo Yihuan: "Mr. Mo, do you feel better?"

"Okay, okay!" Mo Yihuan smiled shyly, feeling a little awkward in the atmosphere.

Wen Xiao glared at Fu Xihan again angrily, then turned to Mo Yihuan, his expression softened a little, he straightened his face and said: "Mr. Mo, I think your breath is a little unstable, let me help you feel the pulse again!"

Mo Yihuan stretched out his hand obediently, and Wen Xiao put his hand on Mo Yihuan's wrist. After a while, a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face, and he suddenly turned to Mo Yihuan: "Young Master Mo..."

The words stopped abruptly, and Mo Yihuan asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"You..." Wen Xiao hesitated to speak, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and stammered, "Did Your Majesty give you any medicine before?"