Chapter 2101: Slowly like you 350

Chapter 2101 slowly likes you 350
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On the second day of being locked up, Mo Zhifei’s high fever is still not retreating, and it is still more serious than before. It’s only two days, Mrs. Mo feels that her son is sick. Every time I visit, I don’t know. Not all lying in bed, ask when to let him go.
At the beginning, Mrs. Mo was able to trick him into saying that he would let him go when he was sick, but he did not believe it at all, and he had to see the heart.
Mrs. Mo was forced to tell him the truth, "You don't want to step into Mofu, you don't think about it."
"Then I am so sick!"
At that time, Mo Zhifei said this sentence after coughing, and fell down again, letting Mrs. Mo advise not to listen.
Mrs. Mo is very angry in her heart. She feels that she does not care for her body for the sake of her heart. She is so angry with her family, and she still uses her own body to compete. Mrs. Mo does not agree with Mo Zhifei.
However, she was really worried about going on like this again. Mo Zhifei’s body certainly couldn’t stand it. Mrs. Mo thought about it and couldn’t help but tell Mo, she hoped that the father and son could have a little compromise.
However, Mr. Mo’s attitude is still firm:
I will never promise him to be with the heart, even if this kid is sick to scare me.

Mrs. Mo retreats: "I don't want you to promise this. I just know that I don't want to take my own body and make trouble with you. You can't help yourself. I can't help my heart. What if he is really sick? Master, my It means that you should let your heart come to see him and let him settle his mind. At least he will be willing to take care of him. When he is ill, how can you do it?"
Master Mo frowned, still not particularly willing, replied: "I am not afraid that when the boy sees the heart, he will be stunned and unable to find the north and the north?"
"Why are you saying that you are like this? I don’t think that the heart is not the kind of person who will swear, but it is our own son... Don’t worry about people, don’t worry about it.
Mrs. Mo said It’s not very happy to be here. After all, she hasn’t seen her in private before and how she got along with Mo Zhifei...
I am worried that the child, although it seems quite sensible, but the attitude of Mo Zhifei can be cold and arrogant, she has sneaked into a few times, and she knows how to chase after him.
It can be seen that her son, Mo Zhifei, has harmed others, and therefore, although Mrs. Mo did not agree with them, she was shameful, knowing that Mo Zhifei was not innocent in this matter. Where is the face to say that it is not the heart.
"I don't know what you said! The heart will grow a little more delicate, so that you don't let him know that he is not entangled in him..." Master Mo thought of the picture that his wife said. Cold, obviously, it is simply impossible to accept such a fact.
"Is it if you look at it and you will know it... Now the focus is not this. It’s a doctor too. You will let him come over to see the disease, and let other things go backwards and become unsuccessful?"
Master Mo frowned, and he stopped talking. He hesitated for a long while and said, "That should be said first, only he is allowed to see a doctor. If you are sick, you have to leave."
It was said that Mrs. Mo was relieved and promised him. He quickly asked people to find his heart, but he didn’t think too much. The bottom foot had just left the house, just in the distance not far from the house. Heartless.
At that time, Mrs. Mo did not think too much about how she would be on call, but her heart was tied to the body of Mo Zhifei, so she did not ask the truth, so she let the heart go to the past. The yard went to see him.
But to be honest, when Mrs. Mo faced her heart alone, she felt fine, but when she thought of her heart and Mo Zhifei, she felt that everything was awkward and uncomfortable. Therefore, Mrs. Mo and I didn't go in with the heart, just let myself go in and see a doctor.
When he gently pushed the door open, he heard the coughing sound from the inside of the house. The sound of Mo Zhifei sounded hoarse, but the tone was still impatient. He just stepped in and walked halfway. I saw an unknown object thrown out of the back room. "I said that I don't want to eat anything. Do you want me to say it several times?"
When I stopped, I paused and slowly leaned down to pick up a pillow thrown by a young master, and then went inside.
A young master was lying on the bed with his quilt, and his head was not exposed.
I was struggling to stand at the bedside. I looked at the quilt that was covered with a slap in the air. I finally reached out and pulled the corner of the quilt. Then I whispered, "Let, let me see you." ""
When I heard the sound of the moment, my body was slightly stiff, and then I opened my quilt and my eyes widened, as if I was sure that the person he saw was real or just an illusion.
It’s not enough to see it for a while, but I’m holding the heart’s hand and grabbing it. I’m worried and said:
How is the hand so cool?

He didn't tell him that he had been away from Mofu for a day, just calmly said: "It's too hot for you."
I don’t know what it’s like, but I tightened his hand.
I’m embarrassed, why aren’t you? How can they let you in?

"Auntie asked me to come and see you." He said as he sat down at the bed, squatting, and unscrupulously put his cuffs up and down, then put his hand on his leg. On the lower side, please press his wrist to give him the pulse, the other hand's finger is silently inserted into his finger, his finger joints are a bit too clear, and his fingers are licking his fingers. Thin lips quickly smash into a single line.
I don't know if I am thin.
He didn't see him for a few days, and he lost weight.
"I don't eat well, I don't drink medicine well, is it?" He said with a blank expression.
Mo Zhifei suddenly noticed that his heart was a little angry, for fear of his anger, and quickly coughed two sympathy with sympathy, his voice hoarse, "Heart, I really can't eat..."
The fingers holding his hand were slightly tight, and whispered: "Is it not good?"
"No." Mo knows not to extend the other hand, the palm is still burning temperature, he in turn grabbed the heart of the hand, because of the disease, the eyes are still hot, he is then I really looked at my heart and said, "I miss you, heart..."
"I am very afraid of what I told you, what they told you, and forced you to do something. Your temper is not good. If you listen to them, one is unhappy, really left me, I am these days... It’s not white..."
(End of this chapter)