C75 personal care

Xiao Yan's head was a little stuffed, he held his head and sat on the bench.

"Why did Madame have sleeping pills?"

The female housekeeper was also terrified. When she went into the room to bring dinner for his wife, the floor beside her bed was littered with white sleeping pills. His wife had already fainted.

"I'm sorry, sir. "I don't know why my wife has sleeping pills …"

If this butler was not a middle-aged woman, Xiao Yan was not sure if he would have taken action against her.

A sharp and cold gaze fiercely gazed at him.

"I didn't hire you to listen to your nonsense!"

The man's aura was too strong, causing female housekeeper to turn pale from the shock.

"Sir, I'm sorry …"

"Enough!"

This kind of useless apology, Xiao Yan did not want to hear it!

Xiao Yan pressed down on his temple, and his head started to hurt.

It was because … Was he in too much of a hurry?

This feeling of about to disappear made Xiao Yan seem as if he were hovering at the edge of a cliff, anywhere … It was possible for him to fall down, and he would never be able to recover.

The feeling of losing a person was actually not a heartache. Instead, it was a feeling of extreme exhaustion. It made his heart have never felt so powerless before.

This deep feeling of powerlessness surrounded him.

One hour passed, two hours passed …

The door to the operation room opened.

"How is Qiao Mo?"

The doctor took off his mask and said worriedly, "The patient took a lot of sleeping pills. Although he was rescued from gastric lavage, the patient didn't seem to have any consciousness of survival."

Xiao Yan's heart violently shook.

No sense of survival.

The doctor instructed, "The patient needs to be concerned. When she wakes up, you must talk to her more often and take care of her. Don't let her feel afraid or disappointed."

Fear, fear, disappointment, despair …

Heh, did he only give her this kind of negative feeling?

… ….

In the ICU.

When Qiao Mo woke up, the only thing she felt was a piercing white color.

Ye Zichen subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes.

However, he was pushed back by a large hand.

"Take a sleeping pill and kill yourself. Do you think that this way, I will compromise and agree to anything?"

A clear male voice pierced his ears.

Qiao Mo was drowsy for a bit, slowly turned her head, and looked at him in a daze.

For a moment, Xiao Yan almost thought that nothing had happened between them, that everything was still fine.

As for Qiao Mo, she was merely hospitalized with a normal fever.

She was stupefied, as if she couldn't understand what the man was saying at all.

Her frail gaze fell on the hand Xiao Yan was holding her wrist with, as her small mouth faintly muttered.

"What are you doing?"

Such a soft and gentle voice, it didn't sound like the attitude from before at all, it sounded more like … Long time no see, acting like a spoiled child!

"Qiao Mo?"

With his acute senses, Xiao Yan naturally noticed that something was wrong with Qiao Mo and furrowed his eyebrows slightly. But after a moment, he only said, "Are you hungry? You just finished washing your stomach, so you have to bear with it. "

Qiao Mo shook her head. She was not hungry, it was just that she felt uncomfortable from head to toe.

"What happened to me?" Qiao Mo asked with her face pale white.

Xiao Yan stared at her clear eyes, as though he was examining her, and spoke each word: "You took a lot of sleeping pills, the doctor just washed your stomach."

Qiao Mo stretched out his hand and pressed it to her head, as if she had forgotten what happened just now. "Why would I take a sleeping pill?"

"Because you're throwing a tantrum at me."

He spoke so earnestly, but his tone was tinged with a faint trace of doting.

Qiao Mo blinked, then looked at him, "What am I doing?"

Xiao Yan stared at her without blinking: "Because you're just jealous, and think that I like Song Xiazhi, not you."

Qiao Mo's little face reddened a little.

Xiao Yan felt that something was amiss. After Qiao Mo woke up, she did not have this kind of attitude.

There were only two possibilities. Either it was the series of events that happened before that had shocked Qiao Mo too much, causing her to go insane this time, or she was faking it.

But Xiao Yan was more inclined to the latter.

Qiao Mo looked bashful, and her ears were red, "Then, who exactly do you like?"

The sound was soft and soft, like a little girl testing her thoughts. It sounded hopeful, yet afraid of getting hurt.

Even if Xiao Yan felt that he was lying to him, at this moment, the words of the doctor still rang in his ears. Don't let her be provoked, don't let her feel disappointed and sad.

The man bent over and kissed her forehead, his voice low and hoarse: "I don't like anyone, Qiao Mo, I like you."

Qiao Mo was a little frightened and her small face became hot. She stretched out her soft little hand and gently tugged at his sleeve, "Then you … Then promise me, you won't meet Song Xiazhi again, okay? "

She was like a little wife that was really jealous, asking him carefully and acting coquettishly with him.

As for Xiao Yan, he agreed, "Alright."

After receiving his affirmation, Qiao Mo lowered her face in joy.

Xiao Yan looked at her expression, and his brows knitted even tighter.

Honestly speaking, not only did the three hundred and sixty degrees of change in Qiao Mo's attitude towards him not make him happy, it had instead made him feel a sense of loss. It was as if in the next second, as long as he wasn't careful, he would lose her forever.

… ….

Taking advantage of Qiao Mo's nap, Xiao Yan went to the office to consult a doctor.

The doctor said: "This is an escape from reality. The patient is so stimulated that he doesn't want to face the reality. Taking sleeping pills was also a form of escape. You have to always take care of her emotions. During this time, it's best to always be with her. In case anything unexpected happens. "

… ….

When Xiao Yan came out of the office, it was as if a heavy burden had been placed on his shoulders, causing him to be unable to breathe.

… ….

In the sickroom, when Qiao Mo saw Xiao Yan push open the door and enter, his lips immediately formed a smile.

"Where have you been? What took you so long? "

She softly mumbled to herself, like a young wife who had been waiting for too long for her temper.

Xiao Yan stepped in with his long legs, raised his black eyes, and gently looked at her. He explained: "I went outside to smoke a cigarette."

When he sat down beside her, Qiao Mo even brought his nose closer to hers and took a whiff at his body's smell.

As expected, he smelled the scent of tobacco.

The center of her eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Why do all of you men like to smoke?"

Xiao Yan pinched her chin, "You two? Who else? "

Qiao Mo bit her lips: "No one, I was just casually saying it."

Xiao Yan bent over and kissed her lips.

Qiao Mo was a little shocked as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"If you don't like my smoking, I won't smoke in the future."

Qiao Mo squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly: "Really?"

"Well, really."

… ….

If this was all part of Qiao Mo's plan, then Xiao Yan was willing to immerse herself in this kind of deception and stay drunk.

… ….

During the time that Qiao Mo was hospitalized, other than Xiao Yan's personal care, no one else came to visit.

As for Xiao Yan, he took care of his almost 24 hours a day, and even moved his into the hospital ward.

Qiao Mo felt uncomfortable being watched too closely.

"Actually, I don't have any big problems anymore. The doctor also said... In a few days, I'll be able to leave the hospital. "You …"

The lady's wet eyes stared at the stack of documents in front of Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan raised his eyes and stared at her with his deep black pupils. He took away the document in his hand, stood up and flipped over, his tall and big figure enveloping the small and delicate woman, and his gaze, was so focused and serious that it could not be suppressed. "I cannot make up for the harm that I did to you in the past, but from now on, I hope that I can protect you thoroughly."

Xiao Yan had not experienced or experienced that feeling of powerlessness before when he was about to lose her over the past thirty years. Only in this year, during these few days, did he deeply experience this kind of torment twice.

One time, was when he chose to cut the blue line in order to save Song Xiazhi. The other time was when Qiao Mo took a sleeping pill and entered the hospital.

Qiao Mo stared at his eyes blankly, and did not speak for a long time, while the man's lips, as well as her clear aura, slowly approached.

As for her, she did not resist. She slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the imaginary kiss.

However, even after a long time had passed, there was no trace of that familiar warmth or sensation on his lips.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her small face stunned as she bit her lips and stared at him in embarrassment and annoyance.

The corner of Xiao Yan's mouth hooked into a refined and enchanting smile, seeming to be filled with playfulness, or ridicule. "What are you waiting for?"

Qiao Mo could only turn her gaze away, her face extremely bright.

The atmosphere was awkward and stiff as someone knocked on the door.

The nurse came in to change the nutritional water, "Mrs. Xiao, your luck is really good. Ever since you entered the hospital, Mr. Xiao has been taking care of you every single day."

Qiao Mo blushed slightly. Over the past few days, she had indeed discovered that there were green-black circles under Xiao Yan's eyes.

Taking care of her day and night, no matter how healthy she was, she would be tired.

After Xiao Yan heard the nurse's words, his eyebrows slightly twisted, as if he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. It was unknown what kind of emotion was hidden in his black eyes, but when the soft little hand held his big hand, the man clearly became drowsy for a moment.

The nurse exchanged a bag of new nutrient solution and backed out.

In the huge ward, only Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo were left.

She lowered her eyes obediently. In front of him, she remained calm and quiet. She wouldn't make a ruckus or run away. Just sitting there like this, she easily stirred up the ripples in his heart.

The man suddenly approached and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

"Ugh …"

Qiao Mo was caught off guard, and was forced to raise her face.

She was stunned as she put her hands on his broad shoulders. After a long while, as the kiss was getting deeper and deeper, her slender arms slowly wrapped around his neck. She slowly and carefully started to respond to him.

With such a small initiative, Xiao Yan was so excited that he almost couldn't hold it back anymore. He originally only wanted to kiss her lips, but he became even more uncontrollable as he wanted to get more of her.

"Little Mo …"

"... "Hmm?"

A slightly coarse, sexy male voice surrounded her.

He sounded like an order, or coaxing, "Call me."

"Xiao Yan..."

"Change another one."

For example, the more intimate kind. Ah Yan, or... Husband.

Qiao Mo's eyes were drenched from the kiss, her eyes were filled with mist, she was clearly moved, but the word "Ah Yan" that was in her throat, could not be uttered out.

The phone rang, breaking this long and quiet kiss.

Qiao Mo pushed the man on his back and reminded him: "Telephone …"

Xiao Yan looked at her with a heavy gaze, ignoring the ringing phone, "Don't bother yourself with that. Let's continue. "

Qiao Mo turned her face to the side, and was no longer willing, "There might be something important."

The originally good atmosphere was completely disrupted by this phone call.

Xiao Yan pressed his long finger between his brows, and caught it somewhat impatiently.

"What is it?"

The man put one hand in his pocket and the other hand held his mobile phone by his ear. He frowned slightly. His handsome face was cold and rigid.

… ….

After finishing his call, Xiao Yan immediately turned off his phone.

Qiao Mo was a little astonished, "Aren't you afraid that there's something important to look for you?"

The man's deep black eyes stared unblinkingly at her. "I will give you time to get used to it, but Little Mo, don't make me wait too long."

Qiao Mo still didn't understand what he meant, and said: "Although a title doesn't mean anything."

Qiao Mo listened and was stunned for a while. She kept feeling that his last sentence that was as light as a feather, was actually so … Awkward.