The days when I was a wife to a wealthy idiot

Lin Yuan panicked, "I didn't even cry, why are you crying?"

Mo Ningchen raised his arm, wiped his eyes, and said, "I don't know, I just feel so uncomfortable."

Lin Yuan had no choice but to stand up and pat him on the shoulder, "Don't cry, okay, it's no big deal, I don't hurt now."

Mo Ningchen said: "The baby must be in pain."

Lin Yuan was at a loss for words, and after a while, he said, "That was also my fault, it was my carelessness...it has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself."

Mo Ningchen didn't speak, Lin Yuan's sharp eyes immediately said, "Don't wipe your nose with your sleeve, it's dirty."

After he finished speaking, he took out a few pieces of paper from the side, supported Mo Ningchen's head, and wiped his nose, "Look at you, you are so old, and you still cry, a man bleeds and doesn't shed tears, do you know that?"

Mo Ningchen's ears turned red, he snatched the tissue from Lin Yuan's hand, and whispered, "I can wipe it myself."

Lin Yuan was really tired, and lay back on the bed again, "Don't be too sad, it's all my fault, and it has nothing to do with you."

Mo Ningchen wiped his face and looked at him, "Don't you eat cake?"

Lin Yuan's voice was much softer, "You can eat, I don't have an appetite, I don't want to eat."

Mo Ningchen took the small cake and ate it by himself.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, took one last look at him, closed his eyes, and said softly: "I'll sleep for a while, you call and ask Uncle Wu to pick you up, don't go back by yourself."

Mo Ningchen responded in a low voice, he quickly finished eating the cake, and looked up at Lin Yuan, who was already asleep at this time.

Mo Ningchen looked at his sleeping face, remembering the way he gently wiped his nose just now, his heart was sore and astringent, and he was a little depressed and depressed.

He couldn't help reaching out and touching Lin Yuan's face. Because of the sweat, his skin looked a little cold, "Yuanyuan..."

Mo Ningchen didn't know what to say, he lowered his head, and lightly touched Lin Yuan's cold face.

I don't know why, every time he does this, his mood gets better, but this time it doesn't seem to work, he is still depressed and unhappy.

Maybe when Yuanyuan gets better, he will be happy.

During the few days when Lin Yuan was hospitalized, Mo Ningchen stayed with him. Even though Lin Yuan said several times that he didn't need to accompany him specially, Mo Ningchen was still stubborn and refused to leave. Seeing this scene, Ji Zexiu laughed, " You guys have such a good relationship."

Lin Yuan wanted to roll his eyes, but held back.

Maybe it was the result of time buffering, but Mo Ningchen felt much better. He smiled at Lin Yuan, reached out and held his hand, and said, "I like you the most."

Looking at Lin Yuan again with some trepidation and anticipation, "What about you, who do you like the most?"

Lin Yuan thought for a while, "My favorite is Spider-Man."

Mo Ningchen: "?"

Mo Ningchen's expression darkened a little, "That's not what I'm talking about."

He didn't dare to act like a baby at this time, he knew in his heart that Lin Yuan was still a patient.

Lin Yuan changed the subject, "Doctor Ji, when can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Ji Zexiu said: "I will stay for another four days, and I will have confinement if I have a miscarriage. I told your mother-in-law and asked her to arrange it for you."

Lin Yuan: "...um."

Ji Zexiu was more involved in the drama than he was. These days, he suspected that he was really a girl and that he really had a miscarriage.

After Ji Zexiu left, Mo Ningchen took Lin Yuan's hand to play, and stopped talking.

Lin Yuan suddenly remembered something, "...was it your brother who carried me down the mountain that day?"

After hearing this, Mo Ningchen gave an unhappy "hmm", and Lin Yuan said, "Did you thank him well?"

Mo Ningchen: "... I thank you, he ignored me, but he didn't help, I can take you down the mountain by myself, I am stronger than him!"

Lin Yuan felt that the child was still weird, "Thank you is not enough, how about giving him a gift someday?"

Mo Ningchen was reluctant, and hummed: "I have already thanked him, and he doesn't care about me saying thank you, and I don't care about him either, hmph, he rushed to the hospital with me, you are my wife, not him wife."

He was talking inconsequentially, his eyes met Lin Yuan's, and he sensed the disapproval inside, so he couldn't help but stop, and after a while he said: "...I don't know what he likes, what do you want me to give?"

Lin Yuan instructed him, "You don't need to give him what he likes, just what he can use. He has done us such a great favor, so we have to show it a little bit, right?"

Mo Ningchen said: "Then what are you giving?"

Lin Yuan thought for a while and said, "How about the watch?"

Mo Ningchen said: "No, it's too expensive, I don't want to give him such an expensive thing."

Mo Ningchen's view of money has become clear since he was in the orphanage. He understands how many good things he can bring to the children in the orphanage that he doesn't care about at all, so he starts to cherish it. what you own.

Lin Yuan thought about it, yes, watches are still a matter of personal preference, and it would be bad if you gave them something that people don't like.

In that case... Lin Yuan thought for a while and said, "Give me cufflinks, as long as they look good and are practical."

After hearing this, Mo Ningchen reluctantly agreed.

Lin Yuan said: "I can't go with you, so you can let Uncle Wu go with you, or if it's not good enough, call the two sisters Mo Yuxin and Mo Yuyue to go with you."

Mo Ningchen agreed casually.

Over there, Mo Zunwei received the gift from Mo Ningchen, and a complicated expression appeared on his habitually unpredictable face.

Mo Ningchen still didn't like him, he snorted and said, "I didn't want to give it to you, but Yuanyuan asked me to thank you. If you don't like it, just throw it away. Anyway, I didn't bother to buy this thing."

The corner of Mo Zunwei's lips twitched, "What's inside?"

Mo Ningchen opened his eyes wide, and said angrily, "What do you think it is? Don't worry, it's not a bomb! It's not a bug, it's not a clown toy!"

Mo Zunwei moved his fingers slightly, opened the box, and saw two golden cufflinks lying inside.

Mo Ningchen kicked the corner of the wall, "Anyway, I delivered it, so you can throw it away if you want. I didn't spend much, and I took it with me."

Mo Zunwei said: "Your aesthetics are terrible."

Mo Ningchen was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "You are terrible! You are terrible in everything, if you don't like it, just throw it away!"

Mo Zunwei didn't speak.

Mo Ningchen kicked the wall angrily, turned around and ran away.

Turning around, I spoke ill of Mo Zunwei to Lin Yuan, "I've said it all, he is too bad, I gave him something, and he scolded me!"

Lin Yuan was a little surprised, "Called you? Why did you scold you?"

Mo Ningchen said: "He said that my aesthetics are bad!"

Lin Yuan was stunned. He looked at Mo Ningchen suspiciously and shifted a few inches, "Aesthetics...it's best if you like it. Don't believe what your brother said, your aesthetics is still very good. of."

After hearing this, Mo Ningchen's anger subsided a lot. He looked at Lin Yuan's face, feeling sweet in his heart, and whispered, "Yuanyuan, you really are the best to me."

Lin Yuan touched his head, "Don't be angry, anyway, you gave it away, and we have all the etiquette in place. Whether he likes it or not, and whether he will use it or not is his business."

Mo Ningchen said in a low voice, "He won't be given this opportunity in the future."

He said this in a very low voice, Lin Yuan couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

In fact, Mo Zunwei helped them this time, and Mo Ningchen felt awkward, unwilling, and slightly grateful. At that time, his mind went blank, and he might not be able to get Lin Lin as quickly as Mo Zunwei. Willing to hug down the mountain.

He has too much dislike for Mo Zunwei. On the premise that Mo Zunwei helped them, if he makes trouble again, it will be a bit unreasonable. I want to feel that I am ignorant.

In his subconscious mind, he already has an inexplicable sense of crisis. This sense of crisis comes from his own incompetence, from Mo Zunwei who is only a few years older than him but looks very powerful, and from his growing The care and love for Lin Yuan.

The child's thinking made him almost anxious to hold Lin Yuan's hand, and to isolate Mo Zunwei's existence.

"Yuanyuan, don't like him, he is not good at all." Mo Ningchen said to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan froze for a moment, "You mean your brother?"

Mo Ningchen lowered his eyes. His eyelashes were very long and thick, as if he had his own eyeliner, which made his eyes clear in black and white, crystal clear, pure and flawless. However, when he lowered his eyes, he showed a heavy grievance for no reason. And depressed, he whispered: "You're sure to like him."

Lin Yuan thought it was a little funny, but looking at him like this, he couldn't quite laugh, "Why should I like him?"

Mo Ningchen said: "He carried you down the mountain and sent you to the hospital. I ignored you and didn't take you down..."

He was a little incoherent when he spoke, but Lin Yuan still understood his mood, his tone softened, and he hugged his head patiently, "I like you the most, you are my little husband, he is not."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yuan felt that his teeth were sore, and couldn't help laughing out loud. He squeezed his cheeks with both hands and pulled them out of shape, "You are a child, and you are still jealous? How about it, jealous Do you want to eat? I am jealous at such a young age, I am afraid that I will not be the most jealous king in Southeast Asia when I grow up."

Mo Ningchen was embraced by him, feeling joyful in his heart, as sweet as eating honey, he rubbed Lin Yuan's soft chest, and muttered: "I'm not a child anymore, you are not allowed to say such things anymore Say it, or I will be angry."

Lin Yuan said: "Yes, yes, you are not a child anymore, wipe your tears and say that you are not a child, huh?"

Mo Ningchen hummed: "I'm not crying now."

Lin Yuan patted the back of his head, "Hurry up, it looks like you haven't been weaned."

Mo Ningchen rarely had the opportunity to be so close to him since he came down from the mountain, how could he get up, he hugged his waist and rubbed his head with his head, lying in Lin Yuan's arms and refused to get up.

Lin Yuan had no choice but to indulge his behavior, "You haven't even taken a nap, do you want to sleep together?"

Mo Ningchen's eyes lit up, and he asked cautiously, "Are you still in pain?"

Lin Yuan said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, come up."

He vacated a seat for Mo Ningchen.

The hospital bed is actually not that big, and there is room for one person to sleep, but it is a little bit reluctant to sleep two people. Mo Ningchen took off his shoes, got into the bed, and could only lie on his side, "...I can still hug you ?"

Lin Yuan thought for a while, and said briskly, "Hug it."

Mo Ningchen was in a happy mood, and the corners of his lips curled up immediately, "Thank you, iloveyou!"

Lin Yuan let out a "bah", "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Mo Ningchen didn't pay attention to what he said, happily put his arms around his waist, leaned his head on the back of his neck, and closed his eyes.

……

"Are they in a good relationship?" Ji Zexiu was outside the door, saw the scene in the ward through the window of the door, turned his head to look at Mo Zunwei, and smiled slightly.

Mo Zunwei didn't speak.

Ji Zexiu said: "Anyway, I still want to thank you for sending Lin Yuan to the hospital in time."

Mo Zunwei said: "Mo Ningchen is only ten years old mentally."

Ji Zexiu understood that he was answering his last sentence, so he smiled and said, "Not necessarily, who knows what will happen in the future."

Mo Zunwei asked: "Did she really have a miscarriage?"

Ji Zexiu said: "Although there was not much bleeding, the month is too young to keep it. But don't worry, you can still give birth. The woman I found for your brother will naturally pass the test."

A trace of disgust flashed in Mo Zunwei's eyes.

Ji Zexiu, who had been watching him all the time, naturally saw his expression in his eyes, and he laughed, "It's rare that you care about him so much. He is not sensible, doesn't understand your painstaking efforts, and still targets you everywhere, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Mo Zunwei said, "Shut up."

"Okay, I'll shut up." Ji Zexiu said, "As long as you don't interfere, I will cure him."

Mo Zunwei took one last look at the two people cuddling together in the ward, touched the cuff buttons on his sleeves with his fingers, and left the hospital indifferently.