Early the next morning, at the dining table downstairs.

Shen Yimo dragged her newly bandaged leg and limped down the stairs slowly.

The maid on the side, Mama Zhang, couldn't stand it and wanted to step forward to help.

"She's not that squeamish."

Xie Mochen's cold words made Zhang's mother's hand stop in mid-air, and she was in a dilemma.

Shen Yimo took a deep breath, then looked up and smiled sweetly at Zhang's mother.

"Thank you, Mom Zhang, I'm fine, I can go alone, can you help me make a glass of milk?"

Zhang's mother agreed with relief and hurriedly went to the kitchen to make milk.

Shen Yimo had already figured it out yesterday, since being against him was an egg hitting a stone, it was better to be more interesting and accept the reality.

As long as you know the current affairs, you can eventually find a way to get out of here.

At the long dining table, the two of them sat at each end, both silently eating the food in front of them, and neither of them spoke.

In the cold air, the subordinates serving on the side did not dare to take a breath.

Shen Yimo knew that if she wanted to disintegrate this big iceberg, she must have a softer attitude, but whenever she thought of what he had done to her, she really didn't have the courage to talk to him.

The fried medium-rare veal steak brought by Zhang's mother made her feel a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.

She pressed her swollen temples, wondering if it was because she hadn't covered the quilt last night.

But it's strange to say, when she cried and fell asleep yesterday, she obviously didn't cover the quilt, and the bandages on her legs were already red with blood.

But when I woke up in the morning, I found myself sleeping in bed, covered with a quilt, and the wound on my leg was redressed.

It may be that Zhang's mother took care of her, so Shen Yimo was very kind to Zhang's mother.

I don't know if it's because of the wound on her head, she feels dizzy in her head.

"Miss Shen, are you okay? Isn't it comfortable, do you want me to call Dr. Liu over? ”

"Thank you, Mom Zhang, I'm fine, maybe it's because I didn't rest last night, okay, I should be fine after taking the medicine later."

Xie Mochen swept the little woman, obviously weak, and gritted his teeth, showing a strong appearance.

The pale lips, the blank eyes, the sallow face, and the weakness of the whole body were obvious signs of a fever.

But since she didn't plan to beg for mercy from herself, let her hold on.

Xie Mochen suddenly threw away the knife and fork in his hand, and the piercing sound of the cold knife and fork colliding with the porcelain startled others.

Xie Mochen didn't know why he lost his temper inexplicably, that is, since he saw that little woman, he was very unhappy early in the morning.

Seeing Xie Mochen walk out, Shen Yimo's tense heart finally relaxed.

She exhaled lightly, and then said to Zhang's mother: "Zhang's mother, change a bowl of porridge for me, I can't eat these." ”

"Oh, miss, look at my memory, in fact, last night my husband ordered to boil some porridge, I want you to eat some staple food, I almost forgot, I'll go and bring it."

Shen Yimo sneered, this servant is quite good at playing a round for her master, she doesn't believe that Xie Mochen will be so good to her.

After breakfast, Shen Yimo felt that her body was a little hot, and she slept in bed all morning, and then felt that her throat was dry and painful.

The thin white wrist reached out from the silk quilt, trying to touch the water cup on the bedside table.

Shen Yimo groped for a long time but didn't find it, her body was so uncomfortable that she didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids.

In the haze, Shen Yimo seemed to hear Dr. Liu's voice.

I don't know how long I slept, and when I woke up, it was already late at night.

Shen Yimo dragged her heavy body and looked at the time on her mobile phone, she remembered that no one had taken care of her mother's medical expenses, and if it dragged on like this, what should I do if the hospital really stopped my mother's medicine?

Extremely anxious, Shen Yimo could only drag her heavy body to get up and go to Xie Mochen's room to beg him.

It was past twelve o'clock in the evening, and the door of the study on the second floor was not tightly closed, and there was a faint light.

It seems that Xie Mochen is still busy with his work in the study without resting, Shen Yimo staggered to the door of the study with questions, and was about to push the door in, when he heard Xie Mochen's deep voice from inside.

"Which hospital is her mother in, find out and deal with it, right?"

What does that mean? Could it be that the demon is going to do something to my mother again?

"Xie Mochen, don't hurt my mother!"

The inexplicable roar frightened Xie Mochen almost without holding the mobile phone in his hand, and when he turned his face sideways, he saw Shen Yimo's angry face gradually enlarged in front of him.

Shen Yimo was about to rush over and fight with him, but due to the weakness of her body, her soft body fell into Xie Mochen's arms.

"You let go of me, Xie Mochen, are you sick, you hate me, you want to force me, just come at me, what did my mother do wrong, what did she do wrong? She's just a patient, how can you do this to her! ”

She shouted angrily, her pale and chapped lips bloodshot.

Xie Mochen opened his mouth to explain something, but before the words came out, when he saw the hatred on her face, he knew that no matter what he explained, she would not listen.

"Go back and rest."

He still spoke so succinctly.

She knew that she couldn't do anything, that she was humble and had no power but to let him slaughter.

After seeing Shen Yimo calm down, Xie Mochen's heart, which was almost irritated by her, softened because he saw this woman's stubborn tears.

"Go back and rest."

He spoke with unprecedented gentleness, and when he picked up Shen Yimo, he was also more considerate than he had ever been.

But Shen Yimo hated him even more, if he dared to hurt his mother, she dared to die with him.

His strength is very great, so big that Shen Yimo feels that he can't feel a little bump when he is walking around in his arms.

Shen Yimo still remembers when she was a child, once upon a time, her father also hugged her so gently, but it was so long ago that she couldn't even remember it.

"Spare my mother, I beg you, as long as you don't hurt my mother, you can let me do anything."

The thin woman cried and begged him in his arms.

Xie Mochen finally sighed and said, "No." ”

Shen Yimo saw hope again, and she raised her big watery eyes to see if the expression on his face was serious.

But her forehead almost touched his sharpened jaw, and when she was close to him, she realized that this man's lips were so thin, and when they were pursed, they gave people a very majestic feeling.

She jerked her head back, feeling her cheeks burn.

"You, are you telling the truth?"

"Hmm."

He let out a faint nasal sound.

When Shen Yimo woke up early in the morning, she felt that last night was a dream that was not real, and she didn't wear any shoes, so she ran to Xie Mochen's room to ask.

In her anxiety, she forgot to knock on the door and pushed it in.

"Is there something wrong?"

He continued to wear his own clothes.

Shen Yimo couldn't stand it, she covered her eyes violently and turned around, gritting her teeth.

Xie Mochen stared playfully at the little woman's slender back, obviously she had done everything, she could still be so shy.

Xie Mochen was buttoning her shirt, but the little woman still didn't dare to turn around.

He touched his chin and wanted to tease her, but Shen Yimo's mobile phone, which was confiscated from the table, suddenly rang.

On the wide screen are unfamiliar numbers.