Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 42
A warmth flowed through his heart, Mr. Li raised his eyes, the angle was just enough to put her whole body in his eyes.

She has a very serious expression, gently turning the cup in her hand, and her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes. Looking down, with a round nose, red lips, and translucent white earlobes, the Creator seems to have taken every aspect of her body. Exquisite and beautiful every inch.

He suddenly thought of the enchanting and beautiful person under him that night, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, and his eyes deepened a little.

"You have a stomach problem yourself. Haven't you looked up some information about nourishing your stomach? This is the most common way to warm your stomach. I used to be old." When you are sick, just use this method and apply more, and you will feel much better."

She raised her eyes and met his deep eyes, her heart skipped a beat, she let go of her hands and stood up, coughing awkwardly, "Try yourself."

Mr. Li looked at the cup in his hand, imitating her, turning it gently in his stomach, and after a few seconds, raised his eyes to look at her.

"I'm hungry."

He took it for granted, and Mo Yan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

When she was making porridge in the kitchen, she felt that she was simply an unpaid labor force picked up by him. Not only did she have to take care of his cat, but also his people. She can't be ruthless, a frail and sickly old man, a cute and shameless cat, no matter which one it is, she can't be ruthless.

Mo Yan sighed, lifted the lid of the pot and gently stirred the porridge.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind her. When she turned her head, she saw a tall figure standing behind her. She was so scared that she almost lost the spoon.

The man glanced at her, took out a bag of cat food and a bag of milk from the refrigerator, and went to the living room with his shoes on.

Mo Yan covered his heart, reached out and tapped his head: Mo Yan, what are you thinking!
She made millet and red date porridge, which is particularly effective in nourishing the stomach with coarse grains.

Mr. Li stirred it with a spoon, and the mellow aroma of millet porridge invaded his sense of smell. He narrowed his eyes slightly, took a sip, and the glutinous aroma of millet filled his lips and teeth.

Seeing him like this, Mo Yan felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart. In the past, she had prepared a stomach-nourishing medicinal diet for Gu Yichen, but he dumped her into the sewer every time. Sometimes, what people need is nothing more than a recognition, but Gu Yichen never Never gave it to her.

Seeing him like this, Mo Yan also suddenly came to drink. She picked up the spoon and was about to drink when the phone rang suddenly. When she picked it up, it turned out to be Pang Jiayi.

Mo Yan chatted happily with the other party, hung up the phone, and said to Mr. Li, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

Mr. Li paused, stood up and said, "I'll see you off."

"No need," said Mo Yan, who had already reached the entrance, and waved his hand at the hairball, "Goodbye, little guy."

Finished talking and left.

Mr. Li stood where he was, looking at the millet porridge in the bowl, and suddenly his mood was not beautiful.

"Is millet porridge delicious?"

Shi Yan leaned on the railing upstairs, holding the milk and beckoning to Mr. Li.

"Why didn't I know you had a stomach problem? The medicine in the car wasn't from Yujin?"

Mr. Li gave him a cold look, "Do I have a stomach problem that I need to tell you?"

Shi Yan shrugged, came down from upstairs, went to the dining table, picked up a spoon and was about to taste it, when Mr. Li moved the soup bowl in front of him.

Shi Yan clicked his tongue twice, put down his spoon, and said with a smile, "You're so stingy."

He said, sitting next to him, "You don't want to look for it, just find someone with such a high degree of difficulty. Ms. Mo and her husband have been in a relationship for five years. Besides, there is also a childhood sweetheart, a senior. Even if they get divorced, it won't be your turn anyway."

As if he didn't hear his schadenfreude, Mr. Li finished his bowl of porridge gracefully, raised his head and said, "Brother has a daughter, let me tell the old man sometime."

Shi Yan was startled, "Are you planning to..."

Mr. Li ignored him and took cat food to feed tonight's heroes.

"Is that the man who was driving with you in the newspaper?"

As soon as Pang Jia dropped what was on hand, she sat next to Mo Yan gossipingly, "He wants to chase you?"

Mo Yan blushed and said, "Can you make your voice louder, the whole apartment will hear it in a while."

"Don't interrupt, tell me quickly, how did you two start?"

Mo Yan had no choice but to briefly talk about how she and Li Jingyu met.

"Wait, I seem to know the person you mentioned, Li Jingyu, he is my patient!"

Pang Jia was amazed, "It turns out that you did the fracture in his hand. This is really fate. That man is simply the best of the best, and he deserves to be developed into an underground lover."

Mo Yan greeted him with a slap, "Nonsense!"

Pang Jia smiled, hugged her and said, "I know that Gu Yichen has performed well recently, but he has too many criminal records, so we should be on guard."

Mo Yan lowered her eyes, and said after a long time, "This is the last chance I gave him, if I miss it, I will never look back."

After returning from Pang Jiayi's place, it was already ten o'clock at night. Gu Yichen didn't return to the apartment, and Mo Yan called him that the phone was turned off. She sat in the bedroom for a while, looking down at the text message on the phone.

That was the text message she received when she came out of Li Jingyu's house, "See you at xx Pet Hospital at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Mo Yan held the phone and fell asleep after a long time.

At three o'clock in the morning, the phone rang suddenly. Mo Yan pressed the button to turn on the light and answered the call.

"Sister-in-law, come to the hospital quickly, Yichen has stomach bleeding."

Alcohol stimulates the gastric mucosa and causes local bleeding.

"It's outrageous. Even though he knew he had a gastric ulcer, as a family member, he didn't even know about the supervision. Do you know that the thinnest part of his stomach is no more than 0,1mm thick. If it wasn't discovered in time, he wouldn't be here now." It's as simple as bleeding!"

The doctor is nearly [-] years old, and he is very dissatisfied with the way of life of young people nowadays. While opening a list, he reprimanded him endlessly.

Xiao Qian looked embarrassed by the side, and wanted to defend a few times, but couldn't get in.

Mo Yan didn't have much expression on his face, he listened quietly, and when the old doctor lost his temper, he asked, "Apart from drinking, is there any other precautions? In his situation, how to take care of him?" It's better to meet again."

Seeing her sincerity, the old doctor lost his temper, and answered her patiently and professionally for a long time.

After leaving the consulting room, Xiao Qian apologized, "Sister-in-law, I'm to blame for this. I didn't take a good look at Yichen. I haven't seen you for a long time. I got drunk. I really didn't expect this to happen."

"He's an adult himself, with complete self-control, no one else to blame."

Mo Yan said lightly, "You don't need to blame yourself, go back and rest early."

After finishing speaking, the person had already walked towards Gu Yichen's ward. Xiao Qian stood there, staring blankly at Mo Yan's back, wondering if it was an illusion. He felt that Mo Yan was different. Although he still cared about Gu Yichen, he It seems that something is missing...

(End of this chapter)