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Chapter 97: You dare to say it, I dare to vomit! Until he stood next to the sofa, Mo Wan still didn't respond at all, still sobbing.

Pei Yihuan's expression faded and he said impatiently, "Shut up!"

"Uh...uh uh..." His response was still intermittent crying.

Her thin lips pursed into a straight line. Pei Yihuan grabbed her shoulders and pinched her chin with one hand, forcing her to raise her head. She saw tears rolling down in strings, as big as beans, but her eyes were closed.

With.

"Wake up!" His big hands squeezed her shoulders and shook her irritably.

Mo Wan's body was forced to sway, and the breath he exhaled from his nose fell on Pei Yihuan's arm, making him feel a burning sensation like fire.

With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Pei Yihuan's big hand fell on her forehead. The astonishingly hot temperature immediately spread to the palm of his hand. His thin lips pursed tighter. He put his body back on the sofa, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

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"Send me a private doctor immediately!" His words were short and extremely cold.

At this time, Mo Wan, who had been sleeping, slowly opened her eyes and saw Pei Yihuan standing in front of her. She was slightly startled, and her voice was thickly nasal and hoarse; "Are you not asleep yet?"

He glanced at her and said coldly and sarcastically, "Someone is crying and howling in their sleep. Do you think you can sleep?"

"Are you talking about me?" She slowly sat up from the sofa, feeling light-headed and weak, and her face felt like it was burning.

"Is there a third person in the room?" Pei Yihuan asked her coldly!

"I'm sorry..." Mo Wan couldn't help but cough a few times and looked up. He didn't know when he had changed into a white v-neck sweater and black casual pants, looking handsome and indifferent as usual.

When her eyes accidentally caught sight of the cake on the table, she let out a soft cry and looked at the three-dimensional quartz clock in the corner of the room.

It's eleven o'clock, luckily there's still time!

"Cough...cough...cough..." She couldn't help but cough lightly. She endured the bone-eroding pain in her ankle and slowly slid down from the sofa, limping.

Turn around and walk towards the kitchen.

Pei Yihuan glanced at her for a few times, then sat down on the sofa. His eyes were scattered on the painting that he asked his assistant to move in, and he focused on it.

The heavy rain outside the window is still falling, and time is slowly passing by.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps came, and Mo Huan walked out with a steaming bowl in her hand. She walked very slowly because of the pain in her ankle.

It only took a few seconds to go from the kitchen to the living room, but it took her a full two minutes to walk.

Walking to the table, Mo Wan carefully placed the bowl in front of Pei Yihuan; "Fortunately, it's not past twelve o'clock. I made you a bowl of longevity noodles. Happy birthday to you!"

Her voice still had the characteristic hoarseness after having a fever, and the smile on her cheeks was still bright. Compared with the way she cried in her sleep, she was completely different.

The slender body stiffened slightly, and Pei Yihuan withdrew his gaze. He said nothing, but his deep eyes fell on Mo Wan like a whirlpool.

She looked at him with a smile; "Although the appearance doesn't look very good, the taste is absolutely guaranteed. I still have some confidence in my cooking skills."

Pei Yihuan seemed to have not heard her words, his eyes were still looking at her, and his eyes were so deep that it was difficult to see the emotions in them.

Her face and body were extremely burned, and she seemed to be a little dizzy, but she still held on.

"Would you like to try it?" she asked him; "Just one bite is fine, and one bite is considered eating."

"Who asked you to do this?" He said in a low and cold voice.

"No one asked me to do this. They are not with you. I just want to do my best to make your birthday as happy as possible. After all, it only comes once a year."

As she spoke, she pushed Changshou forward a little more and looked at him with a smile.

She knew in her heart who he wanted to celebrate his birthday with, but Zuo Lan was not here, so the birthday still had to be celebrated.

Pei Yihuan's eyes were as cold as frost as he looked at her and said word by word: "Who do you think you are?"

"Well, I am nobody..." She ignored his words, but lowered her head and picked up the longevity noodles with chopsticks and placed them in front of his eyes; "Take one bite, and every bite will count."

His eyes were as dark as swirls, like ink, and like snow that has not melted for thousands of years.

Her hand was violently thrown away and hit the table. Then she heard a "clang--" followed by a heartbreaking pain. She looked up and saw that the bowl had been swept to the floor by him, and the hot noodle soup was spilled.

When it reached her ankle, it caused her even more pain, and her face turned pale with no trace of blood.

The long noodles were scattered all over the floor, and the poached eggs flew to nowhere, creating a mess...

Enduring the severe pain, she stood up and stared at Pei Yihuan with gritted teeth: "Are you that noble? Are you that happy when you trample on other people's good intentions?"

Pei Yihuan slowly turned his face and looked at her coldly: "Did I ask you to do it?"

Hearing this, Mo Wan breathed heavily, gritted his teeth, and looked at him with the same sneer: "You are right, I am the one who is cheap, it is myself who is cheap! You are a heartless person!"

Slowly, her ankles moved, and when she wanted to stand up, her vision suddenly went dark, and she fainted on the ground with a pale face.

With his eyes focused, Pei Yihuan's slender body stood up from the sofa, picked up Mo Wan from the ground and put him on the bed. The veins on his forehead were beating faintly.

This woman is so damn! Damn it!

After hooking up an intravenous drip, the doctor disinfected and cleaned the wound on Mo Wan's ankle, and then bandaged it.

"The patient's body temperature has exceeded 40 degrees, which is very serious. Also, the injury on her ankle is very serious. She must not be allowed to move around for three to five days."

He responded coldly and watched the doctor walk out of the villa.

Then, he sat down aside, and when he accidentally saw the long noodles and golden poached eggs on the ground, his eyes moved slightly.

After getting up, Pei Yihuan moved his long legs to the table, looked at the longevity noodles on the ground twice, and then his eyes fell on the cake.

Silently, he cut off a piece with a knife and put it into his mouth. The sweet taste almost immediately made him frown.

Do you want to eat something so disgusting for your birthday?

"Water...water..." Mo Wan, who was sleeping, unconsciously licked his dry lips, and a muffled voice came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Pei Yihuan raised his slender fingers, threw the knife and cake aside, picked up a glass of water and walked to the bed.

Her cheeks were tightly closed, her cheeks were burning and flushed, and she kept mumbling in her mouth.

Putting the water cup to her mouth, he raised his big hand slightly to let the water flow into her mouth more easily.

Mo Wan, on the other hand, was like a man in the desert who found sweet water and drank it sip after sip.

It wasn't until she drank two glasses of water that she finally stopped crying.

Pei Yihuan put the water glass aside, picked up the red wine glass, leaned against the edge of the bed, looked at Mo Wan's beautiful but extremely pale cheek, and took a sip of red wine...

With his lips moving, Mo Wan murmured unconsciously: "Asshole! Pei Yihuan is such a bastard! It's not a thing, it's not a good thing..."

Eyes like a leopard stared at her faintly, Pei Yihuan clenched the red wine glass in his hand, this woman!

The next morning.

When Mo Wan's eyes slowly narrowed into a slit, the sky outside the window was already bright, and the sunlight shone in through the window, making her feel uncomfortable and closed her eyes.

"Drink porridge!" A low and cold voice sounded in my ears.

Looking up, when Mo Wan saw Pei Yihuan, she said coldly, "Please take it away, I can't bear it!"

"Eat!" Pei Yihuan stared coldly at her pale face without a trace of blood.

"It's my right to eat or not to eat. You have no right to interfere!" She still didn't look at him, what happened last night was still vivid in her mind.

"Quite ambitious..." After glancing at her, Pei Yihuan said coldly and walked out of the villa.

Mo Wan slowly moved his body, leaning his upper body against the head of the bed, and snorted coldly. You can have no ambition for anyone, but you must have ambition for him!

Time gradually passed, until a long time later, there was a sound in her stomach. Mo Wan instinctively glanced at the porridge placed next to him, then looked away and said harshly: "Don't eat it."

Food!"

Two more hours later, her body, which was already hot and limp, was now so weak that she couldn't even lift her hands. She listened carefully to the movements around her, and after making sure that the big bastard was not there, she put her hands over the food on the table.

He ate the porridge hungrily.

The porridge was light, fragrant and soft. She almost buried her head in the bowl as she ate. When the porridge bottomed out, she raised her head and saw Pei Yihuan suddenly appearing in front of her eyes...

"Ah -" she screamed in fright, looking at him in front of her, her heart was still pounding; "Why did you come in without making a sound?"

"I seem to have entered my own room. Why should I make any noise? Your ambition is nothing more than this." His eyes swept over the clean porridge bowl aside, his eyes neither cold nor hot.

"So what? Do you want me to spit it out for you?" Mo Wan stared at him; "If you dare to say it, I will dare to spit it out for you today. The food sent by unscrupulous people only tastes like this!"

Second update, it must be updated early tomorrow. Oh, it’s really damned. It’s damned. I can’t live anymore. I’m dying. Just continue to be silent. I am dead. I have written more than 7,000 words these days. I will try my best.

Yes, you have to leave a message. The last bit of motivation is gone.............3.......

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