Why is it so good-looking? Hey......

Xiang Qing smiled to herself, since Mo Zixuan fell ill, this empty house has become more and more quiet.

She always finds an opportunity to chat with the handsome man in front of her, although he doesn't respond to her, but Xiang Qing is still very happy. Maybe as he spoke, Mo Zixuan responded to himself?

When he raised his head, Xiang Qing felt a little dizzy in a trance, it turned out that it was already 11 o'clock, and it was time to go for lunch.

Getting up, she carefully put away the scarf she had just knitted, walked to the side of the wide pure white bed, lowered her head, and gently clicked on Mo Zixuan's face.

"I'll make you lunch, wait for me."

Gently closing the door, the corners of Xiang Qing's mouth that had just been raised slowly returned to normal, hot tears flowed, she squatted down, and cried silently.

It's really sad.

Mo Zixuan is so good, a noble man, why did God give him such torture, Xiang Qing understood very well, he may have fallen ill this time because he left.

But she didn't mean to.

How much she wanted to be with Mo Zixuan forever, why didn't she want to accompany this man forever, but in that situation at that time, how could she follow him with peace of mind?

After venting the sorrow in her heart, Xiang Qing got up, sniffed her little nose, wiped away her tears heavily, and went to cook by herself.

Mo Zixuan should be hungry.

Although he didn't feel anything, he would feel distressed.

Because of his physical condition, Xiang Qing can only make some light porridge, otherwise, it will not be easy to feed.

When Xiang Qing opened the door again, Mo Zixuan's man still didn't move, he lay quietly, his eyes still closed.

Xiang Qing sighed, gently closed the door with her little feet, then turned around and sat on the soft big bed, she carefully patted the man's shoulder, and then, those black eyes opened subconsciously.

Xiang Qing was very surprised, because, usually, even if he moved him, he didn't have any reaction, why today?

A glimmer of light flashed in his mind, could it be that Mo Zixuan's illness had improved even more?

Xiang Qing looked at him in surprise, her little hands trembled and attached to the man's eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Mo Zixuan, are you awake, ah?" ”

The man's expression did not have any disillusionment, Xiang Qing lowered her head, it was difficult to hide the loss, she pursed her mouth, reminding herself to be optimistic, and then stretched out her arm and helped the man's body up.

Although his body was still under the quilt, it was still cold, which made Xiang Qing very worried, and she struggled to reach the bowl on the bedside table and put the spoon in.

But, sure enough, the result was obvious, he still vomited, and the pale white soup ran down his chin and sprinkled everywhere.

Xiang Qing was in a hurry, hurriedly went to get toilet paper, wiped the soup off his body, and then slowly put him down, held back his tears, took a sip of porridge, and then slowly lowered his head.

The porridge water slowly followed Xiang Qing's efforts to Mo Zixuan's mouth, and then, at his beautiful neck, his throat moved slightly, and swallowed it.

Xiang Qing slapped him lightly with a gesture with his little hand, and sneered coquettishly with a small mouth stained with porridge stains, "It's obviously such a shy thing, how do you feel that you stand cheap for me every day?" ”

However, although he was smiling and joking like this, how Xiang Qing hoped that Mo Zixuan really did it on purpose, and in that way, he was very happy.

The reality is not like this, until Xiang Qing finished feeding the porridge in the bowl, the handsome man only moved his eyelids physiologically, and there was still nothing in those good-looking big black eyes.

Wiping Mo Zixuan's good-looking thin lips, Xiang Qing got up, sent the dishes back to the kitchen, didn't have any thoughts, and hurried back to the bedroom.

Unless necessary, she would never dare to leave Mo Zixuan for half a step.

It's still like that, it's just that Xiang Qing still loves tightly, and she can't bear the man in the bed.

helped him tidy up his clothes, and then was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so she blushed and changed into a clean shirt for him, until everything was finished, she dared to go back to her original position, and quietly knitted a scarf.

At the end of the year, Xiang Qing once again received a call from her father urging her to go home, she politely refused, how could she leave Mo Zixuan?

I should take good care of him.

My father knew that he had his own opinions, so he didn't say much, but it was still difficult to hide his loneliness in his tone.

"Mo Zixuan, you see, for your sake, I refused, what about you, don't wake up quickly." The little hand shyly pinched the man's smooth face, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Although the man didn't have any response, Xiang Qing was still very happy, today's Spring Festival, finally, can spend the Spring Festival with him, the Spring Festival that belongs to the two of them.

That night, Xiang Qing didn't turn on the TV, she quietly accompanied the sluggish and empty Mo Zixuan, hugged him tightly with her little hands, and whispered in her ear.

She said a lot, a lot, including the secret love of those years, she said, Mo Zixuan, do you know that I was hungry and never dreamed that I would be with you.

The man was silent......

She said, Mo Zixuan, you really looked good at that time, oh no, you look good now.

The man was still silent......

She said, Mo Zixuan, can you wake up soon?

The man remained silent......

She said that Mo Zixuan ...... I, love you....... last two words, Xiang Qing just opened her mouth and didn't make a sound, she always didn't dare.

I love you, Xiang Qing always can't say it clearly.

Mo Zixuan, I really love you.

Stretching out his little hand, Xiang Qing gently covered the eyelids of the man's open eyes, moved away again, and it was already closed, and the bell rang at twelve o'clock......

Xiang Qing arched his small body, looked at the man's fragrant and good-looking face, and whispered, "Mo Zixuan, Happy New Year." ”

Yes, Happy New Year, it's another year.

Grabbed the man's big hand without any temperature, Xiang Qing closed his eyes, trying not to be sad, the beloved man is by his side, what else can he be sad about?

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, after Xiang Qing woke up, he checked the man's body as usual, and found that when he was breathing evenly, a hanging heart fell.

How do you say that? Xiang Qing didn't know what was wrong with her, every morning, she had to hear Mo Zixuan's even breathing, and her heart would settle down.

Several times, when I woke up from a dream, I dreamed that without warning, the man who was addicted to another world would quietly leave him.

However, fortunately, I thought too much about it.

Get up, make breakfast, feed breakfast, these things seem to have become Xiang Qing's living habits, every day at a regular time, at a fixed point, without mistakes.

Looking at the pure white milk that kept shaking in the pot, Xiang Qing fell into deep thought, Xiaoxiao called her last night, and she said a lot tactfully.

It's a New Year's greeting.

At the same time, there is also a strong worry, what she said Xiang Qing understands, but she will never do that.

She said, Xiang Qing, if Mo Zixuan has been like this, do you have to take care of it for the rest of your life? If you don't get married, if you don't get married, don't you plan for your future?

To tell the truth, Shen Xiaoxiao's words made Xiang Qing's sleepiness wake up, what she said was the truth, who could not plan for herself in life.

It's just that......

At that moment, in Xiang Qing's mind and eyes, only the handsome young man who appeared in his life in the winter, he was so good, so good.

How can you be willing to leave?

She stroked the handsome face of the man next to her who didn't know if he was sleeping, gently depicted the two handsome eyebrows on his black eyes, and said firmly.

"I think my future is in him."

Yes, Mo Zixuan, my future will be handed over to you, for my sake, please get better soon, okay?

Just as Xiang Qing was distracted, the milk had already overflowed and poured on the blue flames, and the high-level warning device screamed, and Xiang Qing was startled.

She wanted to close it, but she didn't know where the cry was coming from, so she subconsciously pulled the plug, and then stopped the sound.

Xiang Qing was shocked, and she had a bad premonition in her heart.

She trotted briskly to the bedroom, opened the door, and didn't know what's wrong, since Mo Zixuan was sick, Xiang Qing's heart tolerance has decreased a lot.

The moment she opened the door, she was stunned and stupid, there was no one on the pure white bed, and the quilt on it seemed to have been opened.

The blood all over her body froze, Xiang Qing's eyes were red, she slowly moved in disbelief, and blisters had appeared on her hot little hands.

didn't feel any pain at all, Xiang Qing persistently thought about the cloakroom next to him, and inside, there was a faint sound of miscellaneous noise.

"Mo ......" voice was hoarse, Xiang Qing's throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't say anything.

When she saw the man doing it on the cold ground, Xiang Qing covered her mouth in shock, her tears flowed down, and she walked in slowly trembling.

"Mo Zixuan, you, are you awake?" The lip flap was bitten and purple, and Xiang Qing almost felt that she was dreaming.

The handsome man's weak body sat quietly on the marble floor, his slender legs curled, as if he couldn't hear what Xiang Qing was saying, desperately pulling at something.

Xiang Qing was frightened, she thought that Mo Zixuan was fine, but that look, it was still ......

Afraid that his emotions would become excited, Xiang Qing didn't dare to approach, so he had to look at him from a distance.

Finally, as if he had turned over something, Mo Zixuan poked his black head in, and when he came out again, he was holding a black box in his hand, as if it was very mysterious.

What is it? Xiang Qing didn't have the heart to care anymore, she trotted out her mobile phone and called his personal doctor anxiously.

What the hell is wrong with him?