Qiqi looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh. If Mo Xun wasn't gay and liked women, marrying him would actually be a good thing. Between Tang Jue's entanglement and Mo Xun's indifference, she would rather choose the latter. At least, the latter didn't make her feel as dangerous as Tang Jue.
However, Mo Xun's premise does not exist.
"What are you thinking about? You're just staring at us in a daze." Mo Xun waved his hand in front of her.
"I was thinking, marrying you is really nice."
Mo Xun was stunned, his eyes deepened, and then he smiled foolishly.
Qiqi stood up and took a spoon to scoop the soup. When she scooped the third bowl, Wu Songling came out and quickly stopped her, "Just two bowls, just two bowls will do. This is for you young people to drink, Mom won't drink it."
"It doesn't matter. There's so much. The two of us can't finish it." Qiqi wanted to continue scooping soup.
Mo Xun took the spoon from her hand, put the empty bowl in front of Wu Songling, and said to Qiqi: "Don't bother my mother. She is old and can't bear this kind of nourishment."
Wu Songling patted Mo Xun and asked, "Who is older?"
"Is my dad okay now?"
"!" Wu Songling was so angry that she twisted Mo Xun hard. Qiqi was confused. Mo Xun didn't hide it. He pointed at the two big pots and said, "One is boiled bull whip, and the other is black chicken. It's for the two of us to nourish yin and yang."
Bullwhip…
Qiqi was about to drink the bowl of soup, but suddenly she didn't dare to drink it and looked embarrassed.
"Drink, it's okay, you young people should drink more. You two, try to give me a grandson as soon as possible." Wu Songling finally told her purpose. Qiqi was startled, and looked at Mo Xun, and both of them lowered their heads at the same time. Guilty.
Seeing them like this, Wu Songling sighed, "Actually, it's not that Mom wants to rush you. I also know that you young people now have your own ideas and don't want to have children. But... you all know that Mo Xun's father is in poor health. He won't last a few more years. Now, every day I look forward to you giving him a child."
"Mom, you just have to let things take their own course," Mo Xun comforted her.
Wu Songling's eyes turned red. "Let nature take its course, but can your father's illness be left to nature?"
As she spoke, she began to cry.
Qiqi couldn't bear it, so she turned around and got some tissues. Finally, not wanting to waste the elders' efforts, Qiqi drank the black chicken soup, and Mo Xun drank the bull whip soup.
Wu Songling was very pleased, "Mom will come to cook for you every day from now on."
Mo Xun was in agony, "Mom, your son's body can't stand your torture. I beg you, just come once a week, okay?"
Wu Songling snorted, "One week is just one week."
——
afternoon.
Mo Xun saw Wu Songling off.
When he got home, he packed his luggage and prepared for his next business trip. Qiqi helped him to clean up the phone line.
Mo Xun kept telling her to be careful when she was alone at home, especially to be careful of her feet. She responded, and then she remembered what Mo's mother had said today, and asked him, "What are you going to do about the child?"
"What can I do?"
"Your father is in poor health, so it's understandable that he wants a child." Qiqi looked at Mo Xun, "You can already get married to make him happy, why don't you find a way to have a child to make him happy."
Mo Xun looked at her, "Will you give birth to me?"
Qiqi hit him on the head with a pillow, "You wish. I know there are many surrogate mothers out there, why don't you just go find one?"
"That's easy to say. But your belly is not big, but I am pregnant. My parents will beat me to death."
Qiqi grumbled and didn't give him any random advice.
—
After Qiqi sent Mo Xun away, she was alone at home watching TV. She kept thinking of someone in her mind, consciously or unconsciously, which made her feel more annoyed.
She looked up at the calendar on the wall and remembered that she and Mo Xun had been married for nearly 20 days.
There are only ten days left before the one-month deadline Tang Jue mentioned...
She and Mo Xun had an agreement in advance, so they naturally couldn't divorce. But if she and Mo Xun didn't divorce, what would Tang Jue do
She didn't dare to think about his methods. No matter how torturous or cruel they were, he would use them.
Qiqi felt chest tightness and stopped thinking about it.
In the middle of the night, I was sleeping in bed alone. When I woke up the next day, I found that my nose was blocked and my forehead was hot. I had a fever!
this…
Did Tang Song's words yesterday really come true? Tang Jue's kiss infected her with his cold virus.
Qiqi was somewhat helpless. She dragged her heavy body to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. Her throat was very sore.
I didn't even make breakfast. I changed my clothes, bought breakfast on the roadside, and went to work at the magazine with my camera. I was not in good shape for the whole morning, and in the afternoon I couldn't bear it anymore, so I had to go to the hospital.
I made an appointment and saw the doctor, who prescribed an IV drip. Qiqi was scared of injections in the hospital eight years ago, so she was reluctant to get one now, and finally just got some pills to take.
Standing at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator, when the door opened, he unexpectedly ran into Tang Song in a white coat. This is Ye Xiao's hospital. He has been working here during his recent days in Jude City. However, he didn't expect to meet Qi Qi.
"Why are you here?" Tang Song looked at her in surprise.
Qiqi shook the medicine in her hand. Qiyu is now a nurse here, so this is her first choice for medical treatment.
Tang Song understood, "Did he really get infected by my brother?"
“… Yeah.” She spoke with a strong nasal tone.
"My brother's virus is very serious. He hasn't recovered yet."
Not okay yet
Qiqi glanced at Tang Song, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but asked: "Did you get the injection yesterday?"
"No." Tang Song shook his head. "He refused to fight. Jian Qing and I have talked him out of it. This morning I came out and tested his temperature. It was 38.5 degrees. It may rise tonight. How about you? How are you?"
Tang Song said as he took her medical records.
He looked at her again, "Did you get the injection?"
“… No.” She shook her head.
"Are you afraid of injections, too?"
Qiqi didn't say anything and agreed.
Tang Song shook his head and returned the medical record to her, "You two are a perfect match."
Qiqi disagreed with the word perfect match. However, she didn't say anything and just said goodbye to Tang Song. Tang Song reminded her: "If you still have a fever after taking the medicine tonight, come to the hospital for an injection tomorrow."
"Um."
———
After Qiqi returned home, she didn't even have dinner. She just took some medicine and fell into a deep sleep. She had no strength at all.
In the middle of the night, she was woken up by the phone. She didn't open her eyes, but just put the phone to her ear and listened.
"Hello."
It was a man's voice.
She thought it was Mo Xun, "You're here?"
"Um?"
She was silent.
Then, the voice on the other end continued, "Are you seriously ill?"