Doting on sweet wife for hundreds of millions of years

Chu Kexin looked down at Mo Bao curled up in her arms, as if hesitating for something.

"Mommy, I can eat anything." Mo Bao saw through her thoughts, and stared at the menu in her hand with two eager eyes, "This curry seafood soup is delicious." The little finger touched the menu name.

This is a spicy dish, but the little guy actually likes it?Chu Kexin was surprised.

"What about the spicy Pipi shrimp?"

Mo Bao nodded again and again, and pretended to be drooling, Chu Kexin smiled knowingly at his cute appearance, and ordered a few more spicy dishes one after another.

Mo Yi, who was at the side, was only looking at Chu Kexin's charming smile, and didn't care what she ordered at all. It wasn't until the dishes were put on the table that he realized that Chu Kexin was deliberately targeting him.

Chu Ke would never fail to know that he doesn't eat spicy food, but every dish is spicy.

"Mommy, eat a Pippi shrimp." Mo Bao picked up a Pippi shrimp and put it on the small plate in front of her, then turned around and put another one in front of Mo Yu, "Daddy, you eat one too." I picked one up but I was not in a hurry to eat it. Instead, I winked at Chu Kexin and let out a giggle.

"It was intentional, didn't you want to see Daddy's jokes?" Mo Yu pretended to be calm, picked up the Pippi Shrimp, broke it, brought it to his mouth and licked it.

"Don't force it, there is a noodle shop next door." Chu Kexin made it clear that she just didn't want to eat at the same table with him.

"Ah, there are some habits that can be changed." Mo Yu shook his heart and put Pippi's scare into his mouth.

"This soup is also delicious, let me serve you a bowl." Chu Kexin kindly served him a bowl of curry soup with red chili oil floating in it, and then watched him drink it like a supervisor.

Mo Ximing knew that he would feel uncomfortable in his stomach if he ate spicy food, but in order not to disappoint Chu Kexin, he forced himself to drink up the coffee soup.

Seeing him eating the soup, Chu Kexin suddenly felt distressed. She remembered that when they first got together, she didn’t know that he couldn’t eat spicy food, and it was like today. He accompanied her to eat hot and sour rice rolls. He waited until he sent her home before he ran to the doctor alone.

"Oh, you've done it yourself." Mo Bao shook his head helplessly.

Seeing Mo Yao chomping down on something he wouldn't normally eat like self-mutilation, Chu Kexin suddenly snatched away his chopsticks, and shouted sharply, "If you can't eat it, then don't eat it, who can you show it to?"

"Love me?" Mo Yu smiled foolishly, feeling more and more that the meal was worth it.

"Distressed?" Chu Kexin immediately realized that she had a strong reaction, and pretended to be calm and said, "If you just die like this, wouldn't it be cheaper for you? I still have to save your life and play slowly."

"Women are so duplicity, I don't believe you will not send me to the hospital." Mo Yao continued to eat.

"Madman." Chu Kexin couldn't take it anymore, and even regretted making him do this, got up, took Mo Bao's hand, and walked out of the hotel.

"Mommy, Daddy, he..." Mo Bao turned around to look, his small face was twisted into a bun, and he looked very worried at first.

Chu Kexin hurriedly turned around, and sure enough, she saw Mo Yao who was covering her abdomen with her hands, obviously in pain, but still pretending to be indifferent.

"Sir." Jing Yun, who was waiting in the car, noticed this scene, and rushed to help him into the car.

"Didn't I tell you to go back? Are you still here?" Mo Yu didn't want others to see him being manipulated, and was extremely angry.

Normally, Jing Yun would be very scared, but seeing his pain, he couldn't care less, and had to send him to the hospital immediately.

"Mommy." Mo Bao asked her with his eyes if he wanted to follow.

"Let's take a taxi." Chu Kexin indifferently took Mo Bao's hand and turned to stop the taxi.

Jing Yun didn't dare to delay and drove the car away.

"Mommy, you obviously care about him very much, why didn't you follow?" Mo Bao, who was standing by the side of the road waiting for the bus, looked up at her with a small face.

"Which eye of yours sees that I care about him, is it you who care about him?"

"That's not true." Mo Bao immediately denied, "He caused me to have no mommy, so I wouldn't care about him. Now that the venue is available, the next step is to post job postings online, so let's go home quickly."

Although Mo Bao helped Chu Kexin rectify Mo Yu, he still felt sorry for his father and wanted to go home to see him soon.

When it came to Mo Ji, Chu Kexin should be happy, but she wasn't at all, instead she was in line with Mo Bao's thoughts.

When he got home, Mo Xie hadn't come back yet. It could be seen that Mo Bao really wanted to call Jing Yun to ask about the situation, and he endured it in order to take care of Chu Kexin.

Chu Kexin didn't want to know about Mo Yao's situation, so she walked away on purpose.

Mo Bao watched her go upstairs, and hurriedly grabbed the landline on the high table to call Jing Yun, knowing that they were already on their way back, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and went upstairs quietly.

Gently pushing open the door of the room, she saw Chu Kexin standing in front of the window.

"Do you think his stomach will bleed? If not in time, will he lose too much blood and..." Mo Bao deliberately talked to himself, but secretly observed Chu Kexin's reaction.

Chu Kexin was indeed worried about Mo Yao, but when she heard his words, she pretended to be calm and sat down at the computer desk, turned on the computer and posted the recruitment information.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you see when he will come back." Mo Bao moved a chair and put it in front of the window, knelt on it, and lay down on the window sill to look out.

Facing the computer, Chu Kexin was just putting on a show, and had no intention of posting information at all, instead she listened to the voices outside.

"Here we come, we come." Mo Bao suddenly pointed out the window and shouted.

When Chu Kexin heard his voice, she stood up extremely quickly, and found Mo Bao squinting at her, feeling like she was gone, the little guy saw everything from the inside to the outside, and sat down silently.

Mo Bao slid off the chair and ran out like the wind.

Messy footsteps came in through the crack of the door accompanied by Mo Bao's gurgling voice. Although she couldn't hear what she said, it made Chu Kexin's heart beat even harder, and she really wanted to rush out to see what happened.

"Mommy, Daddy was carried back by someone. He kept his eyes closed and didn't look at me. He looked very serious." Mo Bao worriedly walked in with his little brows wrinkled.

This kind of bad guy who even killed his own child can't die.Chu Kexin forced herself to think this way, but secretly prayed that he would be fine.

"Since Mommy hates him so much, why don't you go and see how miserable he is?" Mo Bao took her hand and shook it lightly.

"Okay." With this reason, Chu Ke followed Mo Bao to Mo Yao's room with peace of mind.

On the large solid wood bed, under the white quilt, lay on his back a yellow-faced Mo Ji with closed eyes.

If he was a tiger in normal times, he is now a cat, and a sick cat at that.

"Miss Chu, sir just took the medicine. The doctor told him to take a good rest. I'm afraid he won't be able to go to work for a few days."

It's not that serious, is it?It's just that my stomach is not good, shouldn't I take some medicine and I'll be fine?
Chu Kexin began to regret such a prank.

"You deserve to make Mommy angry." Mo Bao deliberately told Chu Kexin.

Chu Kexin's heart couldn't take it anymore. In her impression, Mo Yu was an iron man that no force could defeat. How could a few slices of chili make him lose his prestige?
He quickly returned to the room, closed the door with his backhand, and leaned against the door, just wanting to hide and feel sad alone.

"Let's go, stop pretending." After she left, Mo Bao stretched out his small hand to push Mo Yao.

Mo Yao, who slowly opened his eyes, looked at him, and sighed softly, "Do you think I'm pretending? It's really uncomfortable."

"It doesn't seem to cost any money. If you drink so much, I think you'd better find a suitable stomach for transplant."