After being reborn, he was taken home by President Mo

Jiang Cuocuo was given water "as he wished".

But Mo Lixing was obviously not good at this. When he fed her water, the water cup tilted too far, and Jiang Cuocuo couldn't swallow it and choked on the water several times.

Jiang Cuocuo wasn't very thirsty to begin with, he just didn't want to be alone.

When he choked on the water, he shut up and stopped drinking. He looked up at Mo Lixing and shook his head, indicating that he had drank enough.

Jiang Cuocuo's expression was delicate and delicate, like a kitten, with an unconscious weakness, looking at him pitifully.

Mo Lixing suddenly thought of what Lin Jinsi said, there are all kinds of women.

Some are beautiful, some are delicate, and some are weird and lively. They will bump into your sight and break into your life one day, making you unable to stop.

Mo Lixing didn't feel like he couldn't stop, but he discovered that the characteristics of women mentioned by Lin Jinsi didn't seem to be inconsistent with Jiang Cuocuo.

Jiang has so many facets, and he knows exactly which side of himself to show at what time.

At this moment, when she looked at her with such pleading eyes, Mo Lixing felt that he would be a heinous villain if he left.

Women are really troublesome.

Mo Lixing put down the water glass, glanced at Jiang wrongly, and sat down on another sofa.

The lights in the hall were not bright at this time, and Mo Lixing had no expression on his face, but Jiang Cuocuo felt relieved inexplicably.

The fear in my heart is also a little less.

His spirit gradually relaxed, and Jiang Cuocuo lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long it had been before she felt someone knocking on the door, and then she heard someone entering the house to take her temperature and check her condition.

Then, she felt some tingling pain on the back of her hand, which must have been due to the infusion.

The pretentiousness of being sick, coupled with the pain of the needle tip penetrating into the skin, made Jiang Cuo cry loudly.

The doctor saw Mo Lixing frowning on the sofa in front of him and nervously explained: "I didn't stab it crookedly, and I didn't use a lot of force."

Seeing Jiang Cuo Cuo, who was curled up in a ball on the sofa with tears streaming down his face, Mo Lixing's handsome eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

He stood up, took out two pieces of paper, and stuffed them into Jiang Cuocuo's hands impatiently.

As a result, Jiang Cuocuo didn't grab his hand. Instead, he grabbed his hand and rubbed his head against his arm, as if asking for comfort.

Mo Lixing had seen many women who showed affection to him overtly and secretly and wanted to seduce him, but this was the first time that Mo Lixing encountered such a capable and shameless woman.

Under the effect of the medicine last night, he planned to fulfill her wish, but she pretended to be chaste and would rather die than surrender.

Today, she was using her illness to seduce him again. She was almost at a loss, playing hard to get and playing hard to get.

Jiang Cuocuo had no idea what Mo Lixing was thinking. She was just so pretentious that she couldn't stop crying and wanted someone to comfort her.

She hugged her arms tighter.

Warm tears fell on the back of Mo Lixing's hand, and he gently shook Xia Jiang Cuo Cuo away.

Although he has no sympathy for women, he still has the demeanor and education he cultivated since childhood.

It was impossible for him to completely ignore his wife's illness. He couldn't even explain it to his grandfather.

So, Mo Lixing sat down next to Jiang Cuocuo's sofa.

Feeling Mo Lixing sitting next to him, Jiang Cuocuo successfully rested his head on his lap, and his tears slowly stopped.

The qualified doctors turned a blind eye to all this, carefully wrote down the diagnosis and prescribed the medicine.

Half an hour later, the doctor pulled out the needle on the back of Jiang Cuocao's hand.

Jiang Cuocuo made an unhappy sound again.

Mo Lixing held the cotton swab for her, and the doctor said: "Mr. Mo, the fluid has been transfused, and her fever should gradually subside."

"There is some medicine here. I have written down the dosage and frequency. Remember to let her take it tomorrow." The doctor explained again.

"Just let me know if anything happens. I'm leaving now."

"Well, that's troublesome."

Mo Lixing simply thanked him and the doctor left.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and the only sound in the room was Jiang Cuocuo's deep breathing.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelids were slightly swollen under the light, there were tears on her face, and a lot of hair was stuck to her lips.

By some strange coincidence, Mo Lixing reached out his hand to stroke her hair. The moment he touched her face, he paused and withdrew his hand.

This woman is too cunning and good at pretending, and he can't get her way.

…

Jiang Cuocuo slept very deeply this time.

When she woke up, she felt that her headache and fever had eased a bit, and her nose was a little clearer.

At this time, the morning light had already appeared outside, and she was covered with a thin blanket, and her head seemed to be resting on someone's... lap?

Gently raising his eyes, Jiang Cuocuo saw Mo Lixing's handsome face.

He held his head with one hand and closed his eyes slightly. From her angle, she could see his thick eyelashes and three-dimensional straight bridge of nose.

And his perfect jawline.

Being illuminated by the faint morning light outside the window, I felt an indescribable sense of charm.

While he was looking at it, Mo Lixing had already opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Cuocuo felt awkward for no reason. She smiled and greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Mo."

Mo Lixing's expression was not so pleasant, and he even frowned, "Are you going to break my leg if you haven't gotten up yet?"

Jiang Cuocuo: "..."

She quickly sat up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for calling the doctor for me last night."

Although she was not quite sober, the doctor came and gave her an infusion, and Jiang Cuocuo still remembered her.

I just don’t know how I ended up sleeping on Mo Lixing’s lap.

Just one pillow for one night.

Seeing Mo Lixing's expression turned down and sitting motionless, Jiang Cuocuo asked with concern: "Mr. Mo, are you okay?"

Mo Lixing glanced at her coldly, "The nerves in my legs are so compressed that I can't feel anything. Do you think everything is okay?"

"..." Jiang Cuocuo's guilt suddenly welled up.

"Then let me rub it for you?"

As she spoke, Jiang Cuocuo reached out and rubbed Mo Lixing's thigh. After rubbing it twice, she felt Mo Lixing's body stiffen.

Then, her hand was grabbed by Mo Lixing.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Lixing asked in a slightly serious tone.

Jiang Cuocuo was confused, "I'll rub your legs. Aren't your legs numb?"

Mo Lixing sneered, "Stop pretending to be stupid and pinching a man's thigh for no reason. You don't know what the consequences will be?"

"What consequences-"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cuocuo paused.

Because she saw that a certain part of Mo Lixing's thigh had changed!

Therefore, the consequence of what Mo Lixing said is...!

Isn't he an ascetic? He came early in the morning, why!!

Jiang Cuocuo's face suddenly turned red. She retracted the hand held by Mo Lixing. She stood up and took two steps back.

Seeing her like this, Mo Lixing sneered again, "Jiang Cuocuo, is it so interesting to play this game?"

"I'm sorry, I really just want to relax for you..."

It seemed that the more he explained, the darker he got. Jiang Cuocuo changed the topic with a red face: "Mr. Mo, are you hungry? I'll make breakfast!"

After speaking, I didn't care about the reaction to Guan Mo. Jiang wrongly rushed to the kitchen.