C75 personal care

Xiao Yan's head felt a little clogged up as he hugged his head and sat on the bench.

"Why did Madame have sleeping pills?"

The housekeeper was also frightened. When she came into the room to deliver the dinner, the floor beside the bed was littered with white sleeping pills, and the wife had already passed out.

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

If this butler wasn't a middle-aged woman, Xiao Yan wasn't sure if he would have taken care of her or not.

A sharp and cold gaze fiercely gazed at him.

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

The aura of the man was too strong, shocking the housekeeper to the point that her face turned pale.

"Sir, I'm sorry …"

"Enough!"

Xiao Yan didn't want to hear such useless words of apology!

Xiao Yan pressed his temples, and his head began to hurt.

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

This feeling of loss made Xiao Yan feel as if he was hovering at the edge of a cliff, going anywhere at any time … 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's Jomo?"

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 shook violently.

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, all he 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 a little drowsy before he slowly turned his face and blankly looked at him.

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

As for Jomo, he was merely hospitalized with an ordinary fever.

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

Her frail eyes fell on Xiao Yan's wrist as he held her hand. Her small mouth let out a soft grunt.

"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!

"Jomo?"

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

Jomo shook his head. She wasn't hungry, she just felt terrible all over.

"What happened to me?" Jomo asked, his face pale.

Xiao Yan stared at her clear eyes, as if he was examining her, and said word by word, "You took a lot of sleeping pills. The doctor just washed your stomach."

Jomo stretched out his hand and pressed it to his head, as if he had forgotten what had happened. "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.

Jomo blinked and looked at him. "What am I doing with you?"

Xiao Yan stared at her without blinking for an instant, "Because you are jealous, and you think that I like Song Xia Zhi and don't like you."

Qiao Mo's face turned red.

Xiao Yan completely felt that something was wrong. After Qiao Mo woke up, he shouldn't have this kind of attitude.

There were only two possibilities. Either the series of events that had happened before had dealt too much of a blow to Qiao Mo and caused her to go insane this time or she was just pretending.

However, Xiao Yan preferred the latter.

Qiao Mo looked bashful. His ears were red. "Then, who 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 though Xiao Yan felt that Qiao Mo was lying to him, the words of the doctor still rang in his ears. Don't let her be provoked, don't let her feel disappointed or sad.

The man leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, his voice low and hoarse. "I don't like anyone, Jomo. I like you."

Qiao Mo was a little frightened. His small face became hot, but she reached out her soft little hand and gently tugged at his sleeve. "Then you … "Then promise me, in the future, don't meet with Song Xia anymore, 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."

Jomo, having received his affirmation, dropped his face and rejoiced alone.

As Xiao Yan looked at her expression, the space between his eyebrows tightened even more.

Honestly speaking, not only did the 360 degree change in Qiao Mo's attitude towards him not make him happy, it 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 Jomo'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 there was a heavy burden on his shoulders, causing him to be unable to breathe.

… ….

In the ward, when Qiao Mo saw Xiao Yan push open the door and enter, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"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's long legs walked in, he raised his black eyes and gently looked at her, explaining: "I went outside to smoke a cigarette."

When he sat down beside her, Jomo even put his nose to his lips and sniffed at the 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 guys? Who else? "

Qiao Mo bit his lip. "No one. I was just casually saying it."

Xiao Yan leaned over and kissed her lips.

Qiao Mo was somewhat shocked as he stared at him with his watery eyes.

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

Qiao Mo squinted his eyes and smiled sweetly. "Really?"

"Well, really."

… ….

If this was all part of Qiao Mo's plan, then Xiao Yan was willing to indulge in this kind of cheating to the point where he would never wake up from his drunken stupor.

… ….

During the period when Qiao Mo was hospitalized, besides Xiao Yan's personal care, no one else came to visit.

As for Xiao Yan, he had been taking care of her almost twenty-four hours a day.

Jomo 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 young 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 dark pupils. He took away the document in his hand, stood up and flipped it over, his tall figure enveloping the delicate little woman. His gaze, on the other hand, was so focused and serious that it made one want to choke back, "I cannot make up for the harm that I did to you in the past, but from now on, I want to protect you well."

The feeling of being powerless right before losing her was something that Xiao Yan had never experienced or experienced in the past 30 years. Only during this year, and during the past few days, he had deeply experienced this kind of suffering twice.

Once, he had chosen to cut off the Blue Line to save Song Xia Zhi, and the other time was right now, Qiao Mo had taken a sleeping pill and was sent to the hospital.

Qiao Mo stared into his eyes and did not speak for a long time. The man's thin lips, along with his clear and cold aura, were slowly approaching.

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.

Xiao Yan smiled with elegance and charm, as if he was joking, and teased, "What are you waiting for?"

Jomo had to look away, his face bright and bright.

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

The nurse came in to change the nutrition water. "Mrs Xiao, you're so lucky. Ever since you entered the hospital, Mr Xiao has been taking care of you every single day."

Qiao Mo's face turned slightly red. These days, she had indeed discovered that under Xiao Yan's eyes, there were blue-black circles. In those black eyes, there were even many red lines.

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

Hearing the nurse's words, Xiao Yan slightly frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable. It was unknown what emotions were hidden in his black eyes. However, when that soft hand held his big hand, the man was obviously a little sleepy.

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

In the huge ward, there was only Xiao Yan and Qiao Mo 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 his 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. Originally, he just wanted to kiss her lips, but it became increasingly uncontrollable. 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 one, Ah Yan, or... Husband.

Qiao Mo's eyes were wet from the kiss. His eyes were misty. He was clearly moved by the kiss, but the 'Ah Yan' in his throat could not be called out no matter how hard he tried.

The phone rang, breaking this long and quiet kiss.

Jomo nudged the man on his back, reminding him, "Telephone …"

Xiao Yan's gaze was glued to her, ignoring the ringing phone, "Ignore it." Let's continue. "

Jomo turned his face away, no longer willing. "Maybe it's something important."

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

Xiao Yan's long finger pressed between his eyebrows and impatiently picked it up.

"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 turned off his phone.

"Aren't you afraid that something important will come looking 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."

Before Qiao Mo could understand what he meant, Xiao Yan said, "Although a title doesn't mean anything."

As Qiao Mo listened, he was stunned for a long time. He kept having the feeling that the last sentence that he had said was very light. Why did it sound so … Awkward.