It's Not Too Late to Chase His Wife: Young Master Mo's Secret Favorite Sweet Wife

Mo Ningxuan and Lin Yang looked at each other, neither of them had any intention of opening their mouths to speak, and there was no sound in the quiet villa.

Just when Lin Yang was about to lose, Mo Ningxuan's voice rang in his ears, "please me, or else you will never want to go out here for the rest of your life, and you will never even think about seeing your brother again .”

After finishing the sentence, without waiting for Lin Yang to explain, Mo Ningxuan had already lifted his feet and walked upstairs quickly, leaving Lin Yang standing there alone.

Watching Mo Ningxuan's figure disappear from sight, Lin Yang put his hands on his stomach unconsciously, and he didn't eat or drink during this time, which eventually caused the little bun to complain.

Just rushing down the stairs was because of the churning in her stomach. The pain in her stomach gave her a feeling that the child was about to leave her side.

Lin Yang, who didn't care about so many, ran out of the room like a starving ghost, and all the discomfort after eating two bowls of porridge dissipated a bit.

But now after thinking about it carefully, Lin Yang realized that his tongue was a little swollen from the hot porridge, and he turned to look at the housekeeper opposite and said.

"Bring me three meals a day on time starting tomorrow."

Lin Yang, who suddenly changed his attitude, left the housekeeper at a loss as to what to explain, and his only reaction was to hastily nod his head in agreement.

"Yes Yes."

Not wanting to have any more conversations with the people around her, Lin Yang raised his feet and walked slowly towards the back garden. After all, it was the housekeeper who said that the flowers here were her favorite.

When you open the door, you will see white, and your breath is filled with the fragrance of white roses. The huge area is full of white roses.

Once upon a time, Mo Ningxuan appeared in front of her holding a large bouquet of roses. Unlike other men, the roses in his arms were white.

Lin Yang looked at his face blankly, but what he got was a gentle explanation from the man, "In my heart, you are more like a white rose, gentle and untainted."

Since that day, Lin Yang would receive white roses from Mo Ningxuan every day, and it was also from that day that she fell in love with this kind of flower. Unexpectedly, Mo Ningxuan was full of gardens.

A sore feeling surged into my heart instantly, a drop of tear slipped from the corner of my eye and smashed into several petals on the lawn in front of me.

I don't know how long he stood there before Lin Yang slowly regained his senses, and raised his hand to touch his cheek that was a little bit cold from the wind.

Maybe it was because he stood outside for too long, Lin Yang's body trembled uncontrollably, rubbed his arm with goosebumps, and quickly turned around to walk inside.

But he didn't want to turn around and saw Mo Ningxuan standing behind him at some point, and before he could open his mouth, there was an extra coat on his shoulders.

A warm feeling swept over his whole body in an instant, and subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly, Lin Yang couldn't control the doubts in his heart and asked.

"when did you come?"

"Just now." I don't want to admit to Lin Yang that he followed her in, but I don't want to happen to see her crying here, and I don't want to go to comfort her because of my heartache.

In this villa, he is probably the person who is least qualified to comfort her. If it weren't for him imprisoning Lin Yang here, these things today would not have happened.

The strange emotion made Mo Ningxuan not know how to open his mouth, and he swallowed hard before returning to his original state, "Do you still remember these?"

"remember."

It was rare that Lin Yang's tone was no longer so emotionless. After walking a few steps forward, he squatted down, gently picked up a bouquet of flowers, put them in his nose and sniffed them before opening his mouth.

"It's just that these flowers are no longer the smell I liked before."

It was completely unexpected that Lin Yang could say such a sentence, but Mo Ningxuan didn't know what to say, and looked at the words in front of him with a slight frown.

"These are no different from the ones I gave you before, but the taste will be different if the person who appreciates the flowers changes."

Ever since he separated from Lin Yang, Mo Ningxuan would come back here from time to time, watching the white roses in full bloom, he no longer felt as happy as before.

After maintaining this posture for a long time, Lin Yang stood up with his legs supported, turned around and walked to Mo Ningxuan's side and asked, "Did you prepare these when you bought these things?"

Facing Lin Yang's question, Mo Ningxuan still frowned slightly, recalling these white roses who had been taken care of specially, "I wanted to surprise you, but I didn't expect you to discover them after so many years. The presence."

Mo Ningxuan's gentle eyes made Lin Yang a little distracted, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the soles of his feet, and when he wanted to open his mouth again, he heard the voices of people around him.

"If you saw these back then, would you..."

Before Mo Ningxuan could finish speaking, Lin Yang interrupted him, "If there is no if, what happened will happen. No matter how unwilling you are to admit it, it has already become the truth."

Feeling the alienation emanating from Lin Yang, Mo Ningxuan's heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and it became difficult to breathe.

It was precisely because of this that Mo Ningxuan's movements were beyond his control, and he directly stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms, "Yangyang, stay by my side so that I can make it up to you."

"What about Xia Chun?"

Mo Ningxuan didn't know how to answer the question without hesitation. When he wanted to open his mouth again, the mobile phone that had been in his pocket rang. The two looked at the name dancing on the screen at the same time. Lin Yang was in his arms. break free.

"Take it."

Glancing at Lin Yang's lonely eyes, Mo Ningxuan took a deep breath and answered the phone, "What's wrong?"

Xia Chunman's anxious voice on the other side of the phone reached Lin Yang's ears through the receiver, "Ning Xuan, Ning Xuan, come back quickly, I, I'm bleeding, my stomach is bleeding, my child, my Is the child going to die, Ning Xuan..."

Xia Chun's incoherent speech made Mo Ningxuan a little nervous, and after pondering for a few seconds, he followed up and ordered, "Wait for me at home, I'll go back now."

Mo Ningxuan, who hung up the phone, looked at Lin Yang, but finally blocked what he wanted to say, and took a deep breath before explaining.

"I might want to go over there to have a look. You take care of yourself here alone. I may not come back during this time."

Hearing what Mo Ningxuan said, Lin Yang just waved his hand to urge him to leave, "Let's go quickly, the things over there won't be delayed."

Watching Mo Ningxuan's figure completely disappear from sight, the tears that Lin Yang had been holding back flowed out of his eyes.

"If I tell you that I'm pregnant too, if you don't want to go to Xia Chun, will you stay by my side as anxiously as before?"