"I used to be afraid of the dark, but you didn't know." Mo Hanqing said to Ye Qiqi without changing his expression and without a heartbeat.
“…”
Ye Qiqi suddenly found that when faced with someone's shamelessness, he didn't know what to say.
"Qiqi..." Mo Hanqing looked at her deeply and called her softly.
"Um."
"Stay with me."
"reject."
"But the doctor just said that I may have repeated fevers at night, and someone needs to keep an eye on me." Mo Hanqing had no choice but to quote what the doctor said just now.
"Then there is Leng Wei." Ye Qiqi mentioned Leng Wei tactfully and said, "They happen to be resting in the mansion right now. I'll help you call them over."
"No need." Mo Hanqing said directly without thinking: "In this situation, seeing their swollen pig-head-like faces will affect my mood and thus the speed of my recovery. "
…
Aren't you afraid that those cold guards will hear your words...
Ye Qiqi twitched the corners of her lips and couldn't help but sympathize with Leng Wei in her heart.
"What's more, if I get sick repeatedly and cannot recover quickly because there is no one to take care of me at night, then there will be no one to compete with you in martial arts." With this last sentence, Mo Hanqing pointed directly at Ye Qiqi's Crucial.
"Okay, then I'll stay here with you." Ye Qiqi gritted his teeth, thinking about finding out what his skills were, so he agreed.
"Yes." Mo Hanqing saw that she finally nodded in agreement, and the corners of her lips suddenly curved into a beautiful curve.
A few days later, Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu suddenly came to Prince Jing'an's Mansion.
At that time, Mo Hanqing was sitting on the bed with a leisurely look on his face, enjoying the treatment of Ye Qiqi personally feeding him water and food.
After the guards came to report, Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu pushed the door directly into his room. Seeing that he was still lying on the bed in broad daylight, Ye Chengan couldn't help but frowned and said: "I heard Xiuzhu say that before. You're sick, it's been several days, why aren't you better yet?"
Mo Hanqing raised his head, glanced lightly at Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu who were standing in front of his bed, and said in a cool voice: "As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes away like a thread. I have a cold." Although it’s not a serious illness, you still need to take good care of yourself in order to fully recover.”
"..." Ye Chengan looked at him speechlessly, then turned to look at Ye Qiqi who was sitting next to the bed. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's really good to have a wife. People like us who don't have a wife are sick. There’s no one to take care of you anymore.”
lady?
When Ye Qiqi heard this word, he couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Ye Chengan.
After Ye Chengan said that, he stretched out his arm and pushed Murong Hongyu who was standing behind him, winking at him and saying, "Hongyu, do you think so?"
"Yes." Murong Hongyu nodded in a dignified manner.
Mo Hanqing glanced at them coldly, not bothering to pay attention to them.
"Hey, I heard that we, Qiqi, have been taking care of you all these days. It's really enviable. I really want to have a wife!" Ye Chengan completely ignored Mo Hanqing's disdainful expression and continued. sighed.
"Wait a minute." Ye Qiqi, who had been sitting next to him silently, suddenly said to Ye Chengan: "Did you just say madam?"