This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

Chapter 1873: There are so many benefits to pretend to be sick

  Chapter 1873 The matter of pretending to be sick is really beneficial!

  At this time, Mo Liangyu looked at Ying Feifei faintly, and sneered: "Are you sure the company is working overtime?"

  Ying Feifei did not answer, but keenly heard his thick nasal voice, "What's wrong with your voice?"

   "What do you mean? If you didn't leave me alone in the hot spring pool last night, I would have caught a cold?"

  The servant looked at each other and couldn't help but give Mo Liangyu a secret thumbs up.

  The eldest master is really good, you can lie at your fingertips!

  Hearing the sound, Ying Feifei flashed her eyes with a guilty conscience, fiddled with her phone, and mumbled: "Then you won't come out by yourself?"

   "Can I come out?" After that, Mo Liangyu patted his thigh!

  He is a patient, alright!

  Pretending to be sick is really beneficial!

  It’s no wonder that Qin Sanjie’s husband could sit in a wheelchair for a year. This is a **** essential method for chasing women!

  Thinking about this, Mo Liangyu suddenly fell sickly on the sofa, the back of his hand was against his forehead, and his shoulders shrank several times.

  His uncomfortable is real, it depends on whether this woman has a conscience!

  Mo Liangyu lay down for a few seconds without hearing any movement, and couldn't help but lift his eyelids to take a peek.

  However, there is still her figure in front of me!

  Mo Liangyu's heart tightened. Just about to ask, he heard the servant whispering to him, "Master, Miss Ying is going to the kitchen, you lie down quickly, don't be found by her!"

   "Cough..." Mo Liangyu pretended to cough weakly, waved his hand, and said, "Go all down, don't come out if it's okay!"

   "Then breakfast..." the servant asked embarrassedly.

  Mo Liangyu frowned and urged: "We will figure out a way by ourselves, go and go!"

  The words fell, and the servants instantly scattered.

  ……

  In the kitchen, Ying Feifei is making **** soup.

  Learning that Mo Liangyu had a cold and caught a cold, she was overwhelmed, so she planned to make him a bowl of **** soup before leaving.

  She found the **** in the refrigerator, and put it on the cutting board skillfully and cut it into shreds.

  Ying Feifei is not a charming girl. She has learned the art of cooking a long time ago after working hard outside for many years.

  At this time, she didn't notice that not far from the kitchen door, Mo Liangyu was limping on one leg, standing in the middle of the living room, peeping inside.

  He rarely sees the women around him cooking, after all, there are many vases that do not touch the water of the Ten Fingers!

  In the bright kitchen, he watched Ying Feifei’s petite figure busy in front of the stove. All the procedures were in order, and he looked like an old hand.

  I don’t know why, but Mo Liangyu was deeply touched by such a simple scene.

  If you can always be with you steadily, someone caring, someone taking care of him, and every smile will be caused by him, it seems...not bad!

  He can faintly understand why the fourth and second elder brothers are so obsessed with emotional matters!

  Probably meeting people who want to be together will give birth to ideas for a lifetime.

  Mo Liangyu's gaze gradually became more serious. When she was fascinated, she didn't realize that Ying Feifei had already come out with the cooked **** soup.

  The next moment, the eyes of the two met in the air, and Mo Liangyu was embarrassed.

  Ying Feifei raised her eyebrows and looked at his movements, bending over and lame, like a second fool!

  She couldn't suppress the upward arc of her mouth, walked forward and put the **** soup on the coffee table, turned her head to look at him, jokingly: "You can walk again?"

  Mo Liangyu straightened up angrily, and stretched out his hand to her, "Can't go!"

  Ying Feifei was too lazy to care about him, and leaned his arms back to the sofa to sit down, then turned his hand to hold the **** soup and handed it to him, "Drink it, it's cold!"

the end. Murphy's plot will not be too long.

  (End of this chapter)

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