Because it was just gastritis, Song Qiyue got a bit of a drip, and it got better. As for the injury on the leg, it is more serious than the gastritis, because the scar is imprinted on the fair skin, or on the thigh and calf, and even the nurse can't help but be shocked when he comes to apply the medicine.
Mo Zhengyan did not leave, watching the nurse give her medicine in the morning.
"Miss Song, if it hurts, please bear with me." The nurse reminded with a smile.
"It's okay, I don't hurt." Song Qiyue replied, but she endured the pain, just because his expression was too serious, as if he was dealing with an insurmountable difficulty, so rigorous and serious, without expression. He looks too quiet.
The nurse was given the medicine, and Dr. Wu ordered some more detailed instructions to let her rest, and then retired.
Mo Zhengyan still stood there motionless, Song Qiyue called him, "Zhengyan, it's not early, you go to the company to work."
It's not a weekend, it's still a working day. He can't stay like this because it will delay work.
But he didn't move, his expression still serious.
"I'm all okay, there are nurses and doctors here, don't worry about going." Song Qiyue said again.
Mo Zhengyan's dignity was never resolved.
"Zheng Yan, come here." She called to him, "Come here."
He called him a few times, and he moved, approached her bed, her hand grabbed him, it was the temperature of her palm, warm, but it was still familiar, Mo Zhengyan felt Arrived.
"Don't worry about me, are you afraid that I will be bored here alone? Then let Sangsang stay with me." Song Qiyue already had an idea, just talking, and looked at He Sang with a smile. mulberry.
He Sangsang was obliged and immediately said, "Young lady, I am very happy."
"Okay, go ahead, Qi Jian, and accompany you, Mr. Mo." Song Qiyue soothed again, and her hand lightly patted the back of his hand.
Mo Zhengyan stared at her for a moment, then shook her hand and turned to leave.
His silent back made her look at him with a trace of worry.
There was silence in the ward, He Sangsang said, "Madam, would you like to drink water."
Song Qiyue faintly recovered, but she would entertain herself, and immediately smiled and said, "Sangsang, sing me a song."
"..." He Sangsang felt that it was going to be miserable these days.
Leaving the hospital in the morning, the car drove out of that street, Qi Jian drove, and after a while, he was about to cross the fork in the road.
Qi Jian said, "Mr. Mo, just received a call from his wife, please go back to the old house immediately."
Mo Zhengyan said, "Go back to the company."
Qi Jian stared, following Mo Zhengyan's many words, every time she obeyed Mrs. Mo's instructions. But today, he refused and did not follow suit.
The noon sun shines on the old house of the Mo family, and the villa is bathed in golden light.
Madam Mo was sitting there, and Sister Jiang stepped forward and said, "Madam, the young master is going back to the company first. Also, Miss July is safe. She is not pregnant, just gastritis."
Madam Mo watched the rising sun, her beautiful face was like a sculpture.
...
Some news, even if it is subtle, can be spread quickly.
The Jiuyuan Mansion stood in the sunlight. On the first floor of the floor, the sunlight came in directly, shining on Mosnian who was sitting at the desk facing the window.
There was a touch of disbelief on his always calm face.
Mo Boyao said, "I just received the news that our sister-in-law is now in hospital."
After the shock, Mosnian's emotions converged, but he was silent.
"Auntie is acting decisively and decisively, so she can shoot so quickly." Mo Baiyao said with a smile. He just heard the news about Song Qiyue's being invited back to the Mo family's old house and everything that happened after that. , He vaguely understood it all.
"Is there really a sister-in-law?" Mo Sinian asked.
"Fortunately, no." Mo Baiyao smiled, "If she really has, she won't be able to stay."
Mo Boyao's words are true. Song Qiyue went to Haicheng to help the three young masters of Zhou's family. All the people in the game knew about them, and even heard that they had been trapped in the snow mountain. According to Mrs. Mo's treatment, she would never allow a child born with doubts.
"It's just that I have a pity for my sister-in-law, and I was beaten, and so many things were in vain." Mo Baiyao said again, "I also heard that Luo Zheng was there when the incident happened."
Mo Sinian's back stiffened, his gaze looked at Mo Baiyao, and he smiled softly, as if laughing at how ridiculous all this is, "What age is it, and I'm not interested in knowing it, let’s go. Up."
Mo Sinian is about to leave, and Mo Baiyao does not stop him, just whispered, "Si Nian, this time can't wait until the end of the year."
"I know." He said.
Just walking out of the office, Mosnian's pace sank.
Luo Zheng was also there when the incident happened. She is also there, still there, the old house of the Mo family.
That year, I heard that suddenly: Luo Zheng became pregnant when he was unmarried and almost broke his leg.
...
In the evening, when Mo Zhengyan left work, Qi Jian asked in front, "Ms. Mo, are you going to the hospital?"
"Go back to the old house." Mo Zhengyan was right.
The car immediately went to the direction of the Mo family's old house.
It was just a day apart. Yesterday was noon, but today is soaked in the twilight of the evening. The villa of the old house is exceptionally quiet. Mo Zhengyan stepped in slowly, and Steward Zhao said, "Master, Madam is in the tea room."
The annex of the old house is an antique Chinese style. The style is so quiet in the twilight. All this seems to be lonely, in this winter, it seems so quiet. Sister Jiang waited at the entrance of the annex, as if she had received news that he had returned.
"Master, you are back." Sister Jiang said softly.
Mo Zhengyan nodded at her, and she led in.
In Nanuo's tea room, as soon as the sliding door was pushed open by Sister Jiang, she saw the figure inside. Mrs. Mo was sitting there, her face was still so delicate, like the dignity and elegance that she used to be every day, unchanged.
"Young master, please come in." Sister Jiang called again.
Mo Zhengyan walked in. He walked in front of his mother and sat down on the opposite side of the coffee table. It was his slender posture, so flamboyant when he was seated, but it also brought a burst of cold air. I don't know if it is the cold breath outside the house or it is emitted from all over his body.
Madam Mo's tea art is smooth and skilled. She moves slowly, and time seems to be frozen here, becoming so long.
She was the last one who offered a cup of tea and arrived in front of him.
Mo Zhengyan didn't move, but he didn't drink it.
Madam Mo picked up her teacup right away, she gently held up and drank the cup of tea.
The fragrance of tea was still wanton, fresh and clear. Just in this quiet, Mrs. Mo put down the tea cup, and she opened her mouth first, "I wanted you to come back for a meal, but Qi Jian said that you are busy with business. It’s okay if you don’t come back."
"The day after tomorrow is the New Year's Eve, the company will start the annual holiday, and it will not be too late for you to come back." Madam Mo smiled.
She was talking about the New Year, about all that, but she didn't mention a word.
Mo Zhengyan was silent, he finally spoke, but said, "Mother, why do you do this."
His inquiry was sudden but inevitable, so Madam Mo was not surprised at all. She said, "Zheng Yan, there are some things that don't need a reason."
"You taught me that there must be a reason for everything." Mo Zhengyan stared at her.
Madam Mo responded, "There is no reason, just ask her a few words, Zheng Yan, I have also taught you to be honest."
"She didn't lie!" Mo Zhengyan said solemnly.
"If you say no, then there will be no." Madam Mo calmly said, "In short, this time, the doctor's examination results also came out. She is not pregnant, she just needs to rest, and there is nothing to do. This matter ends here. "
Mrs. Mo has always stood alone. She rarely shows up, but she speaks with great weight. She has already finished, as if she can no longer continue. There will be no words from the Mo family, and Mo Zhengyan rarely has any objections in the past.
But this time, Mo Zhengyan looked at her and stared at her. He said, "Mother, I just want to tell you that she is my wife. From now on, if I have a child in my life, then the child’s The mother will only be her."
Those low words were not passionate and generous, nor cold and vicious, but just like telling. He used a calm tone, but it was like an oath, and the decisiveness in his eyes was to make Mrs. Mo The eyes condensed.
"Mother, I'm leaving first." Mo Zhengyan said again.
Mrs. Mo was still kneeling on the cushion, and did not return to her senses for a long time. I don’t know how long it took. Sister Jiang came in. She knelt and sat in front of the door, "Madam."
Sister Jiang yelled, Madam Mo was dazed, she was worried about calling out again, "Madam, what's the matter with you? Is it something uncomfortable?"
Madam Mo looked at the untouched tea cup in front of her, her voice was far away, "Same as it was then."
Such eyes are as strong as that in the past, and that is also so resolute. It was him who said: Mother, I want to be with her.
...
Song Qiyue lay in the hospital for three days, while Mo Zhengyan stayed with him for three days.
After hanging up the water for a few days, Song Qiyue’s gastritis disappeared, but the injury on the leg had to be cured by slowly applying the medicine. The nurse smeared the ointment on the side and said, "Miss Song, you must take good care of it and wipe it regularly. Ointment, so that it doesn’t leave scars."
Yu Guang caught a glimpse of him sinking a piece of Junyan, Song Qiyue smiled and said, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you leave a scar, you won't see it."
"This scar is quite deep, you still need to pay attention." The nurse said carefully, "Miss Song, does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"How come it doesn't hurt? It hurts to death after I saw it."
That handsome face was even more solemn, but Song Qiyue felt that this was a time when she shouldn't speak, so she just smiled and passed it.
The nurse took the medicine and went out. Song Qiyue looked at him, but saw that he was still sullen like this. He has always been like this in the last two days, as if he has been unhappy. She shouted, "Zhengyan, I want to eat An orange, peel one to me."
Mo Zhengyan walked over, he came to the bed and sat down, took an orange and peeled it to her.
After peeling one, Song Qiyue picked it up and ate it. Seeing that she liked it, Mo Zhengyan continued to peel it there. While eating the orange, she said, "Don't worry, there is a scar on my leg. Yes. Even if you leave some marks, now the beauty technology is so advanced and so high-tech, I will be able to get better right away. Let me tell you, don’t look at this leg, it looks like it hurts, but it doesn’t hurt at all. !"
She spoke very lightly, Mo Zhengyan's hand paused, and then she continued to peel the orange.
"I didn't lie to you. I'm the most afraid of pain. I've been afraid since I was a child. I have been crying for pain because I have gastritis, so I can't get up because of the pain, and it has nothing to do with my legs." He said with a smile, in a brisk tone, but found that he couldn't even believe the words, which was really bad.
Mo Zhengyan peeled off another orange and placed it in front of her with a gaze that was so quiet that it could no longer be explained.
Song Qiyue looked at him, she couldn't resist, "Okay, it just hurts a little bit, but I'm really not afraid of scars, I'm so naturally beautiful."
"It won't happen again." He said suddenly, and he had already taken an orange again. "Absolutely not."
His promise seemed careless, but it was firm. Song Qiyue nodded. She ate the oranges and said, "Actually, I didn’t check it clearly this time. I went out to drink every day the other day. Afternoon tea, it's cakes and coffee. It's probably too much to eat, so I feel uncomfortable."
"It's also Chu Yan. When I get sick, she is instinctively reflexive and asks me if I have it." Song Qiyue laughed, "Actually, there is nothing, you see, I am alive and kicking again now. Aunt Jun. I used to say that every time I get sick, it will be like a dragon after two days."
"The child's business." She swallowed the orange in her mouth and spoke slowly, "It's just a misunderstanding, don't care."
"I told you that day, I was born, not to coax you." He said suddenly, "If there is, whether it is before, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I will be born."
Song Qiyue heard his words, and the oranges were so sweet, but there was a touch of sourness, "But you didn't say that it was not the time."
"I've said so." He replied in a low voice.
In fact, in the first two days, since she talked about the topic of pregnancy, he was not without hesitation in his heart, and he asked himself. This is really not an opportunity, everything is too sudden, how to deal with it, how to arrange it. But there is not so much what to do, and I don’t want to think about it one by one. Where there are so many causes and consequences, the world is so unpredictable, it makes these unknowns come even more suddenly.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Can you go back."
Song Qiyue stared at him blankly. He put the orange that had just been peeled in his hand into her palm, "I forgot to tell you, I like children, I like them very much."
She was holding the orange, but she seemed to have the whole world, with a big smile.
"Zheng Yan, I also forgot to tell you that I had a dream that night and I dreamed of a child. But I can't see if it's a boy or a girl. Do you like boys more or girls? It."