Eight Hundred and Forty-Six He Is the Best at Being a Hooligan (IV)

Qiqi looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh. If Mo Xun is not gay and likes women, marrying him would actually be a good thing. Between Tang Jue's entanglement and Mo Xun's plainness, she would rather choose the latter. At least, the latter didn't make her feel as dangerous as Tang Jue did.

However, Mo Xun’s premise does not exist.

"What are you thinking about? Look at us two in a daze." Mo Xun waved his hand in front of her.

"I was thinking~ It would be really nice to marry you."

Mo Xun was startled, his eyes darkened a little, and then he felt silly.

Qiqi stood up and took a spoon to scoop out the soup. When she scooped out the third bowl, Wu Songling came out and stopped her quickly, "Just two bowls, just two bowls. This is for you young people to drink. Mom won't drink it."

"It doesn't matter, there are so many. Neither of us can finish it." Qiqi continued to ladle the soup.

Mo Xun took the spoon out of her hand, put the empty bowl in front of Wu Songling, and said to Qiqi: "Don't torment my mother. She is old and can't bear this kind of trouble."

Wu Songling patted Mo Xun, "Who is older?"

"Is my dad okay now?"

"!" Wu Songling was so angry that she pinched Mo Xun hard. Qiqi was confused after hearing this. Mo Xun didn't hide anything. He pointed at the two big pots and said, "One is boiled beef whip, and the other is black-bone chicken. It nourishes yin and yang for both of us."

Bullwhip…

Qiqi was about to drink the bowl of soup, but suddenly she didn't dare to drink it and looked embarrassed.

"Drink, it's okay. You young people, just drink more. You two, try to give me a grandson as soon as possible." Wu Songling finally revealed his purpose. Qiqi was startled and looked at each other with Mo Xun. Both of them lowered their heads in unison. Guilty.

Seeing their appearance, Wu Songling sighed, "Actually, it's not that Mom wants to rush you. I also know that you young people now have your own ideas and are unwilling to have children. But... you all know Mo Xun's father. His health is not good. He won't survive for a few more years. Now, he looks forward to you giving him a child every day."

"Mom, this kind of thing should be allowed to take its course." Mo Xun comforted her.

Wu Songling's eyes turned red, "Let nature take its course. But with your father's illness, can you let nature take its course?"

She was already crying as she spoke.

Qiqi couldn't bear to look at it, so she turned around and took out a tissue. In the end, not wanting to waste the elders' efforts, Qiqi drank black-bone chicken soup, and Mo Xun also drank cow-whip soup.

Wu Songling was very pleased, "Mom will come to cook for you every day from now on."

Mo Xun was in pain, "Mom, your son's body can't withstand such torture from you. I beg you, just come once a week, okay?"

Wu Songling snorted, "Just one week."

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afternoon.

Mo Xun sent Wu Songling away.

After returning home, I packed my luggage and prepared for my next business trip. Qiqi was on the side helping him clean up his mobile phone cord.

Mo Xun kept telling her to be careful when she was alone at home, especially her feet. She responded, remembering what Mo's mother said today, and asked him, "What are you going to do about the child?"

"What can be done?"

"Your father is in poor health and it's understandable that he wants a child." Qiqi looked at Mo Xun, "You can make him happy after you get married, or you can find a way to have a child and make him happy. chant."

Mo Xun looked at her, "Are you going to give birth to me?"

Qiqi hit him on the head with a pillow, "What a beautiful idea. I know there are many surrogate mothers out there. Just find one."

"That's putting it lightly. But you are not pregnant, but I have a child. My parents will beat me to death."

Qiqi muttered, not giving him any blind ideas.

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After Qiqi sent Mo Xun away, she watched TV alone at home. She always thought of someone intentionally or unintentionally, which made her feel a lot more troubled.

She looked up at the calendar on the wall and remembered that she and Mo Xun had been married for nearly 20 days.

There are only ten days left before the one-month deadline mentioned by Tang Jue...

She and Mo Xun had an agreement, so naturally they couldn't get divorced. However, if she and Mo Xun did not divorce, what would Tang Jue do?

She didn't dare to think about his methods. Whether they were torture or cruel, he used them all.

Qiqi felt her chest was tight, so she stopped thinking about it.

In the middle of the night, a man was sleeping alone in bed. When I woke up the next day, I found that my nose was blocked, my forehead was very hot, and I had a fever!

this……

Did you really agree with what Tang and Song said yesterday? Tang Jue's kiss infected him with the cold virus.

Qiqi was a little helpless. Dragging his heavy body, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. My throat hurts terribly.

I didn’t even make breakfast. I changed my clothes, bought breakfast on the roadside, and went to work at the magazine with my camera on my shoulder. I was not in good condition all morning, and in the afternoon I couldn't bear it anymore and had to go to the hospital.

I checked in and saw a doctor, who prescribed a sling bottle. Qiqi was afraid of injections in the hospital eight years ago, so she was reluctant to take them now. In the end, she just took some pills and left.

Standing at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator, when the door opened, I didn't expect to bump into Tang Song in a white coat. This is Ye Xiao's hospital. He has been working here recently during his stay in Jucheng. However, he didn't expect to meet Qiqi.

"Why is it you?" Tang Song looked at her in surprise.

Qiqi shook the medicine in her hand. Qiyu now works as a nurse here, so this is naturally her first choice for medical treatment.

Tang Song understood, "You were really infected by my brother?"

"...Hmm." She spoke with a thick nasal voice.

"My brother's virus is very serious. He hasn't recovered yet."

Has he not recovered yet?

Qiqi glanced at Tang Song, and after a moment of hesitation, she couldn't help but said, "Did he get an injection yesterday?"

"No." Tang Song shook his head, "He refused to get it. Jian Qing and I talked him out of it. This morning I came out and tested his temperature. It was 38.5 degrees. It may rise tonight. What about you? How is it?"

Tang Song took her medical record as he spoke.

Looking at her again, "Did he get an injection?"

"...No." She shook her head.

"Are you afraid of injections too?"

Qiqi didn't say anything and agreed.

Tang Song shook his head and returned the medical record to her, "You two are a perfect match."

Qiqi didn't agree with the word perfect match. However, she didn't say anything, and just said goodbye to Tang Song. Tang Song reminded her, "If you still have a fever after taking the medicine at night, come to the hospital for an injection tomorrow."

"Yes."

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Qiqi didn't even eat dinner after returning home. She just took the medicine and fell into a deep sleep. She had no strength at all.

In the middle of the night, she was woken up by the phone. She didn't open her eyes, but just put the phone to her ear and listened.

"Hello."

It was a man's voice.

She thought it was Mo Xun, "You're here?"

"Huh?"

She didn't say anything.

Then, the voice from the other end continued, "Are you seriously ill?"