Mo Lingyuan repeatedly denied: "no, you come to me. What's the matter?"

Chu Yunyao raised her little face and said with a smile, "can't I come to you if I'm ok? I just want to have breakfast with you. "

The radian of Mo Lingyuan's lips rose more and more obviously: "of course, no matter when you come to me, it's OK."

Then he turned and looked at the housekeeper: "these clothes don't need to be sorted out. Go to the kitchen and bring some of the things that the young lady likes to eat. Come here early."

The housekeeper stood up in silence.

Mo Lingyuan exhorted: "less portion, more variety. Ben Shuai is just hungry."

The housekeeper muttered in his heart: "Sir, you just finished eating?"

I got up late today. You are in a hurry to drink some porridge and leave. Why don't you be in a hurry when the young lady comes?

When they arrived at the hall, the housekeeper put all kinds of snacks on the dining table. After a look at them, they quietly retreated to the door and took the door with them thoughtfully.

Chu Yunyao across an arm wide table distance, palm holding incense sun, open that pair of autumn water cut eyes, smiling at him.

Mo Lingyuan was distracted by the eyes, and the words of apology that lingered on his lips could not be uttered.

Chu Yunyao picked up a crystal ball, took a bite, and put the crystal ball to his lips: "it's delicious. You can try it, too."

Mo Lingyuan, "...

Mo Lingyuan is flattered.

She always looks cold and light on weekdays. Why did she care about him so much.

Mo Lingyuan thought hundred turn, uneasy asked: "Yunyao, what's the matter with you?"

"Not much." Chu Yunyao tilted his orchid finger and poured him a glass of water: "I just want to have breakfast with you."

Mo Lingyuan looked at her every move, straight hair in the heart, around the table, sat beside her: "Yunyao, last night's thing, is I bad, you hit me scold me can, as long as you are not angry with me."

Her words and deeds today are quite different from those in the past. Is it because she was stimulated?

Chu Yunyao took a look at him, smiling mildly and charming, and said: "last night, people have long forgotten, how can they be angry with you."

Mo Lingyuan suspected: "really not angry?"

"Of course." Chu Yunyao frowned and pressed her chest. "Ouch," she said, "my stomach hurts so much."

"A stomachache?" Mo Lingyuan flustered, bent over to hold her to the couch, press her stomach: "here?"

"A little bit higher." Chu Yunyao hummed.

"Here?" Mo Lingyuan's big palm had to move up.

"A little bit more." Chu Yunyao half reclined on the reclining chair, a pair of water eyes touching coagulation with him, "people's heartache, you help me rub."

Mo Lingyuan:....

Mo Lingyuan took back his hand and was very puzzled: "how did you suddenly feel heartache?"

"

Chu Yunyao had a delicate appearance of dyspnea:" husband, am I going to die? "

Mo Lingyuan immediately creepy, repeatedly denied: "nonsense, I take you to see the doctor, what's the matter?"

Chu Yunyao saw that he was worried about the cold sweat, simply holding his wrist: "I am a doctor, this is a heart disease."

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