Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing didn't spit out anything. Mo Yan took a cup of warm water, squatted down and fed it into her mouth in small sips. He watched her rinse her mouth with a frown on his face.

"Qingqing, are you feeling sick in your stomach?"

Jiang Qing shook his head and said nothing.

After she recovered, Mo Yan helped her up and asked her to go to the dining room to sit and wait for a while. He went into the kitchen and cooked some porridge for her again.

Twenty years have allowed Mo Yan to master many new skills.

The light porridge made people feel relieved after eating it, and Jiang Qing looked much better than before.

“Is the company busy these days?”

"No."

As soon as Jiang Qing wiped her mouth, Mo Yan reached out and held her chin to make her look up. He looked at her carefully for a while, his frown never relaxed.

"You look bad."

Before today, Mo Yan had just been on a business trip for a week, so he only noticed now that Jiang Qing was not in a good condition.

The hand clasped under the chin was gently slapped away.

Jiang Qing's expression was indifferent, and his tone did not change, "Maybe I didn't get enough sleep and didn't eat well at noon."

Mo Yan stared at Jiang Qing for a while, and the feeling of not being able to catch Jiang Qing twenty years ago suddenly came back, but it was not very strong. It just made his fingertips feel itchy for no reason, and he couldn't help but rub his fingers together.

Jiang Qing showed a relieved smile.

In fact, as long as she didn't have a headache, she would be fine, but once she had a headache, the pain that seemed to be tearing her soul apart made her unbearable.

The next day, after Jiang Qing woke up, Mo Yan immediately took her to the hospital for a full body check-up.

After requesting an expedited treatment, Mo Yan took Jiang Qing to sit in the hospital and wait for the test results.

Logically speaking, if he went back now, someone would hand him the results after they came out, but he felt a little uneasy, so Jiang Qing had to wait with him in the hospital, which slightly relieved his inexplicable irritability.

Unexpectedly, the doctor took him into the office alone with the report and his expression was not very good.

"Mr. Mo, Ms. Jiang's situation is a bit complicated."

"Her last physical examination showed all indicators were normal, but when we re-tested her today, we found that her organs were slowly failing."

Mo Yan paused while holding the medical report, and looked at the doctor with eyes that seemed to hide a knife.

"What did you say?"

"Current medical technology cannot confirm the cause of Miss Jiang Qing's illness. We will conduct a few more tests to ensure the accuracy of the results..."

The doctor said something else, but Mo Yan felt like he didn't hear it at all, and his ears were buzzing.

He forgot when he walked back to Jiang Qing. Looking at his wife who had been with him for decades, he actually felt like crying.

The elegant and strong man now looked fragile and helpless.

The big hand gently stroked Jiang Qing's cheek, bringing a slight itch.

Jiang Qing raised her head, and she saw Mo Yan's lips curled up to reveal a smile, but his eyes were a little distracted, and his wrinkled peach blossom eyes showed some pain that he couldn't hide in time.

"The test results are not good?"

The hand on the cheek stayed where it was.

"It's okay, Mo Yan."

Jiang Qing grabbed his hand that was placed on the side of her face and held it in her palm.

"Are you sad?"

Mo Yan didn't respond. It seemed as if he had never let Jiang Qing's words fall on deaf ears in the past few decades, but this time he couldn't say anything.

Jiang Qing couldn't understand it. To her, this world was just a few short decades that she would experience. She would have countless worlds and long years to experience, and she would regain her divinity. Even though her body could no longer sustain life due to sudden strange phenomena, there was still a lot of time, right?

Not to mention that she simply couldn't understand what sadness was.

But she didn't dare to look into Mo Yan's eyes, because once she saw his eyes, her heart would beat very fast, different from the accelerated heartbeat when bungee jumping, kissing, or being happy. It would be so fast that she couldn't look into Mo Yan's eyes.

"There will be a way."

For a moment, the hospital lounge, which was occupied by only two people, fell silent. Jiang Qing had no choice but to help Mo Yan sit down. He just sat there without saying a word from beginning to end.

It was unknown how long it had been, but Mo Yan suddenly pulled away Jiang Qing's hand, which was then held in his arms again, and then hugged Jiang Qing tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.

"Qingqing..."

He just called Jiang Qing's name softly, his voice trembling unnaturally, as if he had used up all his strength in just this one sentence.

His voice is still as beautiful as it was when he was thirty.

Mo Yan moved away slightly and pressed his forehead against Jiang Qing's, as if he wanted to kiss her, but he stopped just before their lips touched and did not go any further.

This action that he did every day was stuck in place. He was afraid that just a kiss would hurt Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing smiled faintly. The faint mole that he had to get close to see clearly was now hidden in the wrinkles.

She put her arms around his shoulders, which looked a little strange compared to Mo Yan's expression at the moment, but it made sense when she thought that she was Jiang Qing.

She said, “We still have a lot of time, don’t we?”

Mo Yan has become a little silent since that day. He was not a talkative person to begin with, and now he talks even less.

Later, after several more examinations in the hospital, the results were almost the same. Mo Yan did not tell the Jiang family the results, but took care of Jiang Qing silently.

He also did not allow Jiang Qing to work in the company. The reason sounded strange coming from the mouth of him, the head of the Mo family who worked every day.

"The company spends so much money every year and employs so many people. Will they fail without you?"

Jiang Qing was so irritated that he couldn't help but punch him twice.

She asked Xiao Qi to check her physical problems again carefully.

After all, this is equivalent to a BUG situation. It is highly likely that something went wrong with this body or in some part of the process after they crossed over.

So Xiao Qi searched everywhere and lost contact for several days.

In fact, Jiang Qing often fell asleep during this period even though she was not sleepy. Mo Yan was afraid that she would not wake up, so he would stay by her side every time and only breathe a sigh of relief when she woke up.

Mo Yan turned his head to look at Jiang Qing's peaceful face whom he had just held in his arms. She had fallen asleep again. Mo Yan sighed softly, almost inaudibly.

He picked up Jiang Qing gently and slowly and put her on the bed where she would be much more comfortable. Just as he helped Jiang Qing tidy up the corners of the quilt, he saw a little red under the pillow.

It was at the beginning of the year that they went to the master to ask for talismans for Jiang Qing.

He took it out and looked at it in his palm for a long time, then slowly clenched the talisman into his fist, then immediately released it, smoothed out the wrinkles, and put it back under Jiang Qing's pillow.

The talisman is somewhat useful. Now, every time Jiang Qing falls asleep on the bed, he will leave a trace of spiritual power into it, and then he will wake up normally without a headache.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or the talisman was effective, but Jiang Qing opened his eyes and woke up not long after the talisman was placed.

"How long have I slept?"

"In a moment, not long."

Jiang Qing nodded and sat up when he heard that, his fingertips touching the talisman under the pillow.

In fact, it is spiritual power that really works.

A few days passed like this, Jiang Qing's physical condition became worse and worse, and she slept longer and longer. Every time she woke up, she saw Mo Yan standing by her side with a gloomy face.

That night, Xiao Qi finally returned from the loss of contact and called out to Jiang Qing loudly.

[My dear! My dear! I went to find the great god in our bloodline, and he told me that if I couldn't sense anything, it was probably the work of the Heavenly Dao!]

[Qingqing, why don’t we run away! The mission in this world has already been completed! Ahhhh I don’t want to be struck by lightning…!!]

Xiao Qi was panting, and the whole beast became cowardly and crazy because of the two words "Heaven's Way".

"The way of heaven?"

Yes, the only person who could influence all this silently like this was Heaven. Jiang Qing recalled when he began to be targeted by Heaven.

Maybe the Heavenly Dao had already discovered it when she used her spiritual power to save Mo Yan for the first time.

But for some reason, the clues did not appear until the task was completed.

It now looked like her body would die in two months at most.

"Will you not be tracked by the Heavenly Dao when you go to the next world?"

[No, Qingqing, I still have this ability! ]

[But don’t use your spiritual power so carelessly anymore… Heaven is too sensitive! It will find out in no time!]

Jiang Qing didn't say anything else. She got up and went to the kitchen to find Mo Yan who was cooking porridge for her, and snuggled into his arms.

"Mo Yan"

"Ok?"

"Uncle"

"I'm here."

Jiang Qing's hand touched his deep peach blossom eyes, outlining their shape. As if she remembered something, she stepped back and went to find her phone, pulling out the photos of him that she had taken abroad.

The fragmented photo was held up by a fragile and slender hand.

“Remember this photo?”

Mo Yan looked at it carefully and smiled for the first time in many days.

"This was taken when I was in a coma abroad?"

"Correct."

"Over the years, I have imported this photo every time I changed my phone."

"Mo Yan, promise me that you will eat and sleep on time to keep your body healthy."

"Many things can be let go and given to young people to do, right?"

Mo Yan fell silent. He seemed to know the meaning behind Jiang Qing's words.

“…Mo Yan.”

“…”

"husband."

"I promise you."

He sighed, grabbed the back of Jiang Qing's head and kissed her lips, "I promise you everything."

The porridge in the pot gradually boiled.

Jiang Qing's condition has been getting worse. Mo Yan informed the Jiang family about her health. Jiang's father and mother wanted to take her to various hospitals for re-examination, but Jiang Qing refused.

For no apparent reason, the elderly have to send off the young.

Mother Jiang couldn't help but shed tears in front of Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing could only smile to comfort her. She had indeed underestimated the power of Heaven, which gave Heaven the opportunity to take advantage of her.

Jiang Qing's health was deteriorating, but she didn't want to go to the hospital, so she stayed at home with Mo Yan every day.

Mo Yan lay with her on the bed. Her limbs were cold, and she breathed in and out less. Mo Yan used his body temperature to keep her warm.

It wouldn't hurt for Jiang Qing either. The decay of her body made it impossible for her soul to perceive the outside world smoothly. Her sense of pain had basically disappeared in this world.

"Mo Yan."

"Thank you."

Mo Yan just held her tightly in his arms.

"I really like you, just like you."

"…it is good."

Jiang Qing slowly closed his eyes.

"Xiao Qi, get ready to go."

[Okay, Qingqing. 】

Mo Yan seemed to sense something and held Jiang Qing's hand tightly, his pain evident in words, "Qing Qing..."

Jiang Qing just responded weakly to his clenched hand.

Before leaving, she recalled that a few days ago Mo Yan invited the master who had real skills to his home and asked him to save her in an almost humbly manner.

"Master, please save her. You can save her."

Jiang Qing couldn't remember what was said afterwards. Her consciousness was a little fuzzy and her hands slowly loosened.

.......

After Jiang Qing's soul was extracted, he entered Xiao Qi's void realm and fell asleep.

She didn't know that after she left, Mo Yan held her body and lay quietly on the bed. The next second, his eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened, and a purple halo lingered in his eyes.

The face that looked a little haggard as it entered middle age suddenly returned to its youthful appearance.

He kissed Jiang Qing's gradually cooling face for the last time and walked towards the balcony. The biting cold wind blew through his hair. He raised his head to glance at the moon that was instantly covered by dark clouds. His fingertips moved slightly, and the whole little world was actually fast-forwarding through every spring and autumn.

After a while, the pedestrians on the road slowed down, Mo Yan's hair turned silver, the wrinkles at the corners of his peach blossom eyes became more obvious, there were more wrinkles between his brows, his back was slightly hunched, and he looked visibly aged.

In just a few moments, the time in the small world advanced to several decades later, and his hair turned white overnight.

Jiang Qing's body was no longer in the room. There was only a photo of Jiang Qing smiling at Yan Xi and a photo of him lying on the hospital bed placed on the bedside.

He walked back to the room tremblingly, picked up Jiang Qing's photo and gently touched her face, then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes again.

Before the halo dissipated, he could be heard muttering to himself, "Qingqing, wait for me."

The dark clouds outside the window have dispersed, the moonlight is like water, and the wind is blowing and blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, which is not very gentle.