The boss sends me money every day

Chapter 1745 Where he is is home
Just as Fang Jiamei wanted to pretend to wake up, she felt a breath above slowly approaching... Approaching...

"Ah!" Fang Jiamei suddenly reached out to push him away, rolled to the side, and looked at him vigilantly while hugging the quilt.

Mo Yiheng straightened up, watched her bend her lips, "Get up, eat."

Fang Jiamei curled her lips, sat up slowly, and was a little unconvinced when she saw him get up and go out. Why is it always him who decides?

Turning her eyes, Fang Jiamei lay back down again, and said in pain: "Oh...it's too bad, I don't have the strength."

Mo Yiheng looked back at her, frowned slightly, "You don't have a fever anymore."

"But I still have a cold, and I feel weak all over." Fang Jiamei said pretendingly, and shook her limp hand.

Mo Yiheng turned his head, hooked the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked back, stretched out his hands towards her, "Hold you."

Fang Jiamei raised her eyebrows, grabbed the quilt and sighed, "Oh, what should I do if I don't want you to hug me?"

Mo Yiheng put his hands back into his pockets, "Then you go on sleeping, I poured out all the food."

"Hey!" Seeing that he was really going to leave, Fang Jiamei jumped up and jumped onto his back, wrapping her limbs around him, "Don't waste food!"

Mo Yiheng stretched out his hands to hook her legs, and glanced sideways at her, "It's too dangerous, don't do that next time."

The flash of worry in his eyes made Fang Jiamei stunned, looked at his side face and asked involuntarily, "Why do you seem to like me so much?"

From the first time we met, the way he looked at her seemed wrong, and he was always suppressing some emotions.

Mo Yiheng paused, looked ahead and walked out with her on his back, "You are my wife."

"Huh?" Fang Jiamei didn't understand what he said.

Mo Yiheng put her on the sofa, turned to look at her, and repeated: "You are my wife, so I like you and treat you well, shouldn't I?"

What he said was casual but too serious, making Fang Jiamei pause, not knowing what to answer.

"Then, you are my husband. If you say that, I treat you badly." Fang Jiamei bent her legs and hugged herself, lowering her eyes and said embarrassingly.

Mo Yiheng walked towards the kitchen and said casually, "So you have to make it up to me in the future."

Fang Jiamei looked at his figure, got up and followed him, "Then let's go out to play during the Mid-Autumn Festival? I have never celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Listening to her words, Mo Yiheng paused slightly, looked into her expectant eyes, "Never?"

"Well, when we were in China, our family was very poor. It was just me and my mother. My mother sometimes couldn't accompany me when she had to work. Later..." Fang Jiamei stopped thinking of something.

Mo Yiheng looked at her disappointed face and frowned, "Later?"

Fang Jiamei pursed her lips, and smiled at him, "It's okay, my mother is my father's woman outside, and I was picked up by my father after she passed away. People in my father's family don't like me, so I'm a holiday lover. At that time, there was no place for me on the table."

She didn't think it was something shameful, and she wasn't afraid to tell Mo Yiheng.

Her mother is a mistress... Although she destroyed other people's families, she also suffered a lot. As her daughter, she is the least qualified to talk about her.

Mo Yiheng naturally knew about her mother, but he didn't expect that she would be unwelcome in the Fang family.

No wonder she came here at such a young age, and still fell in love early, probably because she wanted to find someone to rely on.

Mo Yiheng touched her head with some distress, and stared at her deeply, "It's okay, let's live together, from now on, your home will be where I am."

(End of this chapter)