Mr. Mo smells so good

Mo Yuhui has lost a lot of weight these days, and his thin body before was only left with a skeleton frame. It was okay to close his eyes just now, but now his eyes are even more sunken. Even after she fell into a coma, the blue shadows under her eyes still did not fade away.

Because of his weight loss, this person's facial features appeared more three-dimensional, but after all, he was too pale, revealing an undisguised morbidity, which made people worry even just looking at it.

Mo Yuhui was not very stable in his coma just now, and the dreams were one after another, but he couldn't remember the specific plot clearly when he woke up. He only knew that the dreams were the shadows of young people. The young man beside the bed hadn't fully recovered from his thoughts.

But he just felt that Chu Qing's face was clearer this time than before. He wanted to call him, so he opened his mouth slightly, but found that he couldn't make a sound, but there was a dry, congested pain in his throat.

The person on the bed seemed a little annoyed, his handsome brows frowned, all of Chu Qing's drowsiness disappeared immediately, this person had just had an illness yesterday, and he was afraid that his unstable mood would affect his heart.

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't talk yet."

Mo Yuhui closed his eyes slightly. This time, the young man's voice was no longer blurred in the dream, but clear in his ears. He smelled the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and suddenly he woke up a little bit. Dizziness.

Opening his eyes again, Chu Qing was still in front of his eyes. He didn't know what happened, but he instinctively grabbed the hand he was already holding.

Chu Qing could feel the strength in the man's hand suddenly increased, and he could even feel the obvious trembling from his exertion

"Xiao... Xiaoqing..."

A hoarse sound as if polished by sandpaper came out from the rubbing of his throat, the pain seemed to be swallowing sand, and his heartbeat increased instantly, but Mo Yuhui didn't care at all, he seemed to be struggling to get up, how could he came back?

Seeing this, Chu Qing hurriedly took his hand back and gently pressed his shoulder. He knew what he wanted to know most at this moment.

"Don't worry, listen to me, my test results came out last night, no infection, just gastroenteritis, yesterday was too late, I didn't call to tell you, there happened to be a plane returning to Shangcheng from Hanzhou in the early morning The transport plane, I followed back."

Chu Qing's speech speed was not fast, and his voice was very soft, with a deliberate reassurance, but he was still a little annoyed when he said this, and he didn't know that this person would know about it so quickly, and he became ill because of it.

Mo Yuhui's mood has stabilized, and he is completely awake, the happiness in Ru Mo's eyes can't be concealed

"It's okay if you don't cough cough, it's fine if you don't have a problem."

Only then did the person on the bed carefully look at the young man who got up next to him. His complexion was not very good. The two obvious dark circles under his eyes showed that this person did not sleep well last night. It's been a long time, and the neat hairstyle I usually take care of, now looks a bit like a bandit who just came down from the mountain

"Thin"

Mo Yuhui's voice was lacklustre and very vain, but the affection in his words couldn't be more obvious, the simple two words almost made Chu Qing's eyes burst into tears.

"You've only lost weight. You were thin when I left, but now you're all numb."

Chu Qing's tone was slightly provocative on purpose.

Mo Yuhui pulled the corners of his lips and smiled. Blood beads appeared from his chapped lips, which made Chu Qing's eyes hurt. He found a cotton swab on the bedside, dipped some water on it, and moistened his lips gently. For fear of hurting that person, how could Mo Yuhui take this pain seriously, there are no words to describe his current mood.

He had never been so grateful for the blessing of fate, never felt like this about the rest of his life, he didn't even dare to think what would happen if Chu Qing was really infected?

Neither of them spoke anymore, time was passing quietly, every time their eyes touched the pale face of the man on the bed, the silent guilt almost overwhelmed Chu Qing.

The explosion four years ago, the 31 pieces of shrapnel, and nearly ten operations before and after completely ruined this man's health. Four years later, he was lying on a snow-white hospital bed because of him.

Chu Qing lowered his head, he didn't want that person to see his red eye sockets, Mo Yuhui also vaguely felt that his mood was wrong, just as he was about to ask something, he found Chu Qing stood up, he bent down slightly, avoiding this The various instruments attached to the person hugged him tightly as if walking away.

Bury your head on the man's almost bony shoulders

"sorry."

The three words of forbearance and restraint contain countless emotions, countless guilt, and countless regrets.

The young man's strong arms wrapped around Mo Yuhui's body, which made him feel extremely at ease. He finally came back safely. He doesn't blame him, how could he blame him? I asked for it.

Mo Yuhui raised his hand with great effort, and patted Chu Qing's back lightly.

"Xiao Qing, you did nothing wrong."

The man's tone was very light, but it carried an unquestionable meaning. He didn't need to apologize, and he didn't do anything wrong.

Chu Qing bit his lip, resisting the sourness coming up, and nodded his head on his shoulder.

It took him a long time to get up and let go of the man, Mo Yuhui also sorted out his emotions and asked him with a smile

"Didn't you have a good meal last night? Are you hungry?"

Chu Qing tidied up his emotions, this time he nodded honestly

"I'm hungry. I didn't eat much yesterday. Now I'm so hungry that I can't wait to eat a cow."

Mo Yuhui looked at the young man who regained his spirits after mentioning eating, and his smile was a bit more obvious

"Xiaoqing help me bring the phone over."

Only then did Chu Qing turn around and fetch the phone for him. Mo Yuhui called his assistant and asked him to bring breakfast from Quansheng Building.

After hanging up the phone, I looked at him with a smile and said

"It's still early, let's have some breakfast first, and I'll greet you at noon. How's the food at Quansheng Building?"

Chu Qing belonged to the kind of person who would be shameless if he ate something. He slept almost all day yesterday, and when he woke up, he found out that Mo Yuhui was ill. Then he had to spend the whole night on the plane. It took almost 24 hours. He had already eaten seriously, and now that Mo Yuhui mentioned Quanshenglou, his eyes couldn't stop shining, and he completely forgot what he ate and vomited two days ago.

"Okay, light breakfast, you can't eat greasy food now, I will go to Li Jing's to check your case later, and ask them to cook two dishes suitable for you at noon, you haven't eaten well these days, you have to make up for it repair."

The author says:

I went shopping today so it's a bit late

Mr. Mo can't believe that Xiao Chu is really back

Xiao Chu's hug has a beginning and an end, when he leaves and when he comes back, he must give Mr. Mo a hug

The skinless and faceless dog still wants to eat, but if there is a problem with eating this time, Boss Mo will not spoil him anymore

The next chapter starts with Gouzi taking care of Mr. Mo's daily life. It's sweet. This chapter is still sweet, right?