Qian Yikun pretended not to see it.
Mo Fei gritted his teeth, but couldn't get angry at Mother Qian.
Fortunately, the Qian family's family doctor arrived at this time. First, he took Mo Fei's temperature, and finally he needed to be put on an intravenous drip, otherwise it might turn into pneumonia.
Could it be that she didn't want to get hooked on the intravenous drip? She felt that her health had become much more pretentious recently. Her health had not been better since she was almost beaten to death by Ye Cong last time.
"Qian Yikun, I won't give an injection." Mo Fei growled, which was not very lethal.
"You can't survive without an injection when you're sick." Mother Qian said, refusing to refuse, "You're still young, so it's not a good thing to leave the root of the disease. The injection won't hurt, be good—"
Could it be: "..."
Do both mother and son talk like this
Qian's mother was kind to her, partly because she felt that the little girl was younger than her son, and partly because her son finally brought a woman home, and she had to take good care of her daughter-in-law.
But she could face Qian Yikun, but she couldn't face Qian's mother. Moreover, the better Qian's mother treated her, the more she felt empty and unspeakably uncomfortable.
The doctor put an intravenous drip on Mo Fei, and there was a pain on the back of his hand. Mo Fei's hand shook subconsciously.
Broken ribs don't even hurt that much.
Qian Yikun directly held her other hand, his eyes falling on the place where the doctor injected the needle, "Slow down."
The doctor inserted the needle and fixed it with medical tape. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Qian, I still have this skill."
Qian Yikun was a little shy. What was he worried about
The doctor explained some things to pay attention to, then packed up his things and planned to leave.
Qian's mother asked worriedly: "Will it delay the wedding date?"
Wedding date
Could it be that her head feels a little big now.
"No, but we still need to take good care of her these days. The young lady probably has more than just a fever. Mr. Qian, please take good care of the young lady." The doctor said and left with the medical kit.
"I'm going to ask someone to prepare some porridge." Qian's mother could see that the two of them had something to say, so she found a reason to leave.
Qian's mother left. Qian Yikun went to close the door. When he turned around, he saw Mo Fei who was about to pull out the needle. Qian Yikun frowned and went over to hold her wrist. "What are you doing?"
"I don't need you to be so nice to me." Mo Fei growled.
She doesn't need anyone to be nice to her because she doesn't want to make herself dependent on anyone.
Qian Yikun pressed her wrist with one hand to prevent her from moving, "Could it be that if you give in occasionally, no one will laugh at you."
Mo Fei looked up at Qian Yikun and suddenly laughed, "Qian Yikun, are you in love with me?"
Qian Yikun paused for a moment, but did not answer the question. Instead, he reached for a book from the table, put her hand on it, and then took medical tape and tied her hand directly. On that book, this will prevent her from moving around and causing the needle to roll.
Could it be: "..."
Did this man treat her like a child
After Qian Yikun finished all this, he looked up at Mo Fei and said, "Mo Fei, let's get married."
This is what he wanted to say that day.
Mo Fei was stunned by this sudden sentence.
"Are you the one with the fever?" Mo Fei sneered, "You asked me to get married?"
"I beg you?" Qian Yikun frowned, as if he had heard a good joke.