When Qiao Mohan heard this, he coldly glanced at Meng Yao, who was caught in his memories, and said to himself, feeling that the little patience he had left was about to be exhausted, and then turned his head back to the newspaper.

"The past is gone, cherish the present." Qiao Mohan was indifferent to Meng Yao's words, and still ignored them indifferently.

No matter how good Meng Yao is, with Qiao Mohan's colder and colder attitude every time, she has also lost her good patience that has always been praised by others.

"Mo Han, you got married the day I just returned to China, do you blame me for leaving you ruthlessly and going to the United States? I'm sorry, I'm ......" Meng Yao wanted to express herself eagerly before she finished her words when she was interrupted by Qiao Mohan's impatient voice.

"You think too much, if you come to see me today and say that these are true, then there is no need, I am already in the past with you, and the past is just the past." Qiao Mohan put down the newspaper in his hand, and looked at Meng Yao with a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes, looking at her color without any emotion.

Qiao Mohan's words were like a muffled thunder, which struck Meng Yao's heart, and Meng Yao was a little unstable, as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, crumbling.

After Qiao Mohan finished speaking, he turned around and never looked at Meng Yao again, which was undoubtedly a huge and heavy blow to Meng Yao.

"I, I lost my temper, yes, I'm sorry." For a long time, Meng Yao was a little choked up but said with a hint of stubbornness.

The tears in her eyes, drop by drop, ran down her cheeks, ticking down on the cold floor, just like her heart hit, Qiao Mohan's heart surrounded by a cold iron plate hurt her.

Looking at Meng Yao, who was wearing pear blossoms and rain on the side, she thought about it, since she misunderstood herself, it was better to say it, there was no need to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

"It's okay, I love my wife very much, I hope Miss Meng can understand my words, thank you for your concern, if there is nothing to do, I still have something to deal with." Qiao Mohan still said indifferently, but this time with a tactful eviction order.

No matter how thick-skinned Meng Yao was, in the face of Qiao Mohan's obvious and euphemistic eviction order, with a touch of shame on his face, he left Qiao Mohan's ward in a hurry.

After going out, Meng Yao clinged to the cold wall outside the door, a pair of soft and easy clenched together, her fingertips deeply embedded in the flesh, and her teeth bit the plump lip flap until a trace of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.

A pair of apricot eyes surrounded by mist, thinking of Qiao Mohan's cold appearance towards him, his lost little face immediately revealed a touch of imperative that was almost close to madness.

Qiao Mohan, no matter what, she is bound to win! Don't use all the means, don't cut all the costs! She's going to get him again!

In the evening, Qiao Mohan was lying on the bed with blank eyes, looking at the white ceiling and counting the sheep, calculating how long it would take for Lin Qian to arrive.

The stack of newspapers on the side had already been read by Qiao Mohan, he didn't like to look at his phone all the time, let alone watch any TV, which episode of Meng Yao just now had long been forgotten, and he was now full of joy and expectation, and just wanted to wait for Lin Qian to take care of him.

Just when Qiao Mohan couldn't help but riot, a nice sound of turning the doorknob came, Qiao Mohan immediately raised his head and looked out of the door expectantly.

Lin Qian's tall and charming figure caught Qiao Mohan's eyes, and Lin Qian came to change into a tight skirt this time, showing her plump body to the fullest, full of femininity.

Qiao Mohan's eyes instantly became fanatical, Lin Qian carried the pork rib soup he gave Qiao Mohan tonight, and carefully put the suitcase in his hand on the table.

opened the dining table on the hospital bed, and methodically took out the still steaming food and placed it on the small table in front of Qiao Mohan.

"Ahh As soon as Lin Qian finished posing, Qiao Mohan couldn't wait to open his mouth wide.

Lin Qian glanced at it helplessly, deflated his good-looking mouth, picked up the soup bowl and scooped up a mouthful of soup, and then blew it gently before sending it to Qiao Mohan's mouth.

Qiao Mohan swallowed with a look of enjoyment and satisfaction, and after taking a sip, he couldn't wait to open his mouth, waiting for Lin Qian to feed, in fact, Qiao Mohan's arm injury was almost healed.

He can eat by himself, but he deliberately doesn't say it, he likes to see Lin Qian nervous about himself, and he likes to see Lin Qian's care for him.

"Wife, you're so beautiful." Qiao Mohan looked at Lin Qian's face covered with the light of the sunset, his fair little face was slightly red by the sunset, and the expression of focusing on feeding him made Qiao Mohan involuntarily indulge in it, and sighed sincerely.

No wonder there is a saying that people who do things seriously are the most beautiful, Lin Qian takes care of him seriously, full of a different kind of charming charm, at this moment Lin Qian does not have the arrogance when he first met, the appearance of taking care of him seriously on his little face, tenderness seems to be able to drip water, like a seductive little goblin.

"I can't stop you when I eat." Lin Qian said coquettishly, and after speaking, he relieved a mouthful of rice and entered Qiao Mohan's mouth.

After feeding Qiao Mohan, Lin Qian put the dishes into the suitcase, took out a paper towel to wipe Qiao Mohan's mouth carefully, and took out a disinfected wet paper towel to wipe Qiao Mohan again.

Qiao Mohan looked at Lin Qian, who was seriously wiping her mouth, and her good body fragrance came from the tip of her nose, which was quiet and elegant, like a fascination, and the woman's delicate lips were shining with a moist luster.

Soft and red, full and moist, like a soft and delicious strawberry jelly, Qiao Mohan felt a little dry and needed the jelly in front of him to relieve his restless lips and tongue.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, swallowing his saliva, Qiao Mohan felt that he couldn't help it, he held Lin Qian's little face reverently with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and opened his mouth to take a mouthful of the jelly that was shaking in front of him.

The lips and tongue blend, and the dry lips and tongue are inhaled again, and the moment they are inhaled, they are instantly relieved, and a sweet and delicious delicacy blooms between the lips and teeth.

Lin Qian was stunned by Qiao Mohan's sudden movements, and with Qiao Mohan's fierce attack, Lin Qian, who had struggled a few times in front, instantly collapsed in Qiao Mohan's arms.

The soft arms unconsciously wrapped around Qiao Mohan's neck, feeling the beautiful blend between his lips and teeth, and he exhaled emotionally, and the groaning Qiao Mohan tiger body was in a town.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Just when the two of them were inseparable, a rapid cough came from the door of the ward, and Lin Qian was startled and retreated from Qiao Mohan's arms.

"I'll change the dressing." The little nurse at the door said embarrassedly.

"I, I'll go back first." After Lin Qian finished speaking, he blushed with a pretty face, lifted the suitcase on the table, and quickly ran out of the ward.

Qiao Mohan looked at his wife who fled in the wilderness, and licked his mouth unsatisfied, it seems that he must remember to lock the door next time.