The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 411 Intimacy
Usually he looked cold and tough, as if he would not fall under the influence of the sky, but now, he was lying lifeless on the hospital bed, instead of being fierce and cold, he was only pale and weak.

No matter how powerful, an invincible person will also have a vulnerable side.

And that's how he fell ill.

Tang Xinyan had always been soft-hearted, she could ignore him when he was in full swing, but he was so sick that he couldn't even get out of bed, she couldn't turn a blind eye.

Pushing open the door, she went in with porridge.

Putting the porridge on the cabinet next to the bed, Tang Xinyan looked at the sleeping man on the bed.

His complexion didn't look very good, he was slightly pale and haggard, the stubble on his chin protruded, and he had a strong masculine charm in his leisurely manner.

He frowned, and she found that he always liked to frowned no matter he was asleep or awake.

Probably hidden deep thoughts!

Standing by the bed and staring at him for a while, covering him with the quilt, and looking away, she was about to turn around and leave when someone grabbed her wrist.

She was startled.

Is he awake?
Before she could look at him, he suddenly pulled her onto him with a strong force.

She clenched her hands into fists and pressed against his hard chest.

"Why are you here?" A man's deep and dark voice came from above his head.

Tang Xinyan's scalp was a little numb, she bit her lip, "I heard that your stomach is bleeding, so I made some porridge here."

"Don't you want to be entangled any more?"

When he spoke, the warm breath sprinkled on her thin and tender skin, and her face was hot like a fire.

Indeed, she hated herself for being like this.

Obviously he couldn't forgive him, but he couldn't rest assured at all.

When I heard his stomach bleeding, I was more nervous than anyone else.

This is probably the feeling of loving someone badly. Sometimes, emotions are not controlled and controlled by oneself at all.

"Since you're fine, I'll go first."

She tried to withdraw her wrist, but he held on tightly.

He looked at her with deep eyes for a few seconds, and his clear voice softened a little, "Hey me."

Tang Xinyan, "Your hands are fine."

Mo Chiwei stretched out his right hand, which was skinned when it hit the wall last night, and wrapped in gauze, "I can't eat by myself."

"You can do it with your left hand."

Mo Chiwei looked at her with dark eyes, "Really?"

"No."

Mo Chiwei rang the bedside bell.

After a while, a young nurse came in, "Mr. Mo, is there anything I can help you with?"

Mo Chiwei's sexy thin lips seemed to curl up, "I have trouble with my hands, can you feed me porridge?"

The little nurse blushed and said shyly, "D-Of course!"

Tang Xinyan saw that Mo Chiwei, who was always serious, was kind to the little nurse and even asked the little nurse to feed him, she was very angry.

But calm down and think about it, she didn't want to interact with him anymore, who did he let feed him, and what did it have to do with her?
Didn't she want to cut off her relationship with him?She should leave, leave quickly, and never appear in front of him again.

After this thought came to her mind, she hurried out of the ward.

Seeing her leave, Mo Chiwei quickly threw off the quilt and chased after her.

Tang Xinyan was held back by Mo Chiwei in the corridor, and he directly hugged her into his arms regardless of other people's eyes.

He hugged her from behind, his strong body pressed against her back.

"Mrs. Mo, can't you see that I deliberately made you jealous?" He pressed his thin lips against her ear, his voice was low and hoarse, "I'd rather starve to death than let other women feed me."

(End of this chapter)