The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

"It's not that I don't want to drink it, it's that I really can't drink it. I used to drink ginger soup made by my mother, and I vomited every time I drank it, which made me feel even worse."

She patiently explained.

Jing Mochen's expression softened slightly, he stopped forcing her, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards home.

Yang Yuxi had nothing to say to this man, and the car fell into silence, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

After a long time, Jing Mochen coughed lightly and said, "After tonight's incident, Mingzhu should not dare to bully you anymore, you can rest assured to film."

Yang Yuxi responded simply, "Oh."

Even so, she would not thank Jing Mochen.

The reason why Yang Mingzhu dared to bully her like this was not because of this man, she didn't want to accept it because of his hypocrisy.

Seeing her calm expression, Jing Mochen felt a little uncomfortable, but seeing her weak face, he couldn't bear to make things difficult for her anymore.

He thought for a while and continued, "Actually, you don't have to work so hard. I'm your husband. As long as you talk to me, the lead actress in any big-produced movie or TV series is yours."

"If you want to film, I will support you in filming. If you don't want to, you can stay at home for shopping, beauty treatment, or gathering with former friends. The card I gave you is enough for you to swipe for a lifetime."

The corner of Yang Yuxi's mouth curved into a sneer, so Jing Mochen wanted to take money to smash her to death?

She refused without any hesitation, "Thanks, I still like to spend the money I earn."

Seeing her resistance, Jing Mochen became angry again, and didn't want to say a word to her again.

This woman really wants to piss him off before she is willing to do so!

Back home, Yang Yuxi took a hot bath, lay down on the bed extremely sleepy and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Jing Mochen was awakened by her crying.

He turned on the light in the bedroom, and the sight of the woman lying beside him made his heart throb.

I saw Yang Yuxi was sweating profusely, his hair was soaked, his face was flushed abnormally, and he curled up weakly into a ball.

She didn't know what she dreamed of, she cried in a low voice, suppressed, the cry was full of pain and despair.

Jing Mochen touched her forehead with his hand, it was scaldingly hot, obviously she had a fever.

Worried, he ran downstairs as fast as he could, knocked open the door of the butler's room, and ordered in a deep voice, "Hurry up and call the doctor, Yuxi has a serious burn, hurry up!"

He returned to the bedroom upstairs, fetched a basin of warm water, soaked the towel, folded it into long strips and applied it to Yang Yuxi's forehead to help her lower the temperature, and then took the towel to wipe off the sweat and tears from her face.

The warm feeling passed by, like magic, Yang Yuxi gradually stopped crying.

Seeing that her whole body was drenched with sweat, Jing Mochen hesitated for a moment, then found a set of pure cotton pajamas from the closet and put them on the bed.

The slender fingers untied her pajamas and took off her pajamas, soaked the towel in hot water, wringed it until it was half dry, and gently wiped the sweat off her body.

Facing the white, tender and delicate skin, exquisite and seductive jade body, Jing Mochen didn't have any distracting thoughts in his heart.

His eyes were deep and focused, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world, and he wiped it over and over again, just to make her feel refreshed and not so uncomfortable.

Just as Jing Mochen changed her pajamas, Yang Yuxi, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him in a daze, his misty eyes no longer had the usual indifference and alienation towards him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort her.

Hot tears flowed from the corners of Yang Yuxi's eyes suddenly, he held his hand in aggrieved and painful way, and stuck it to her face, reluctant to let go.

Jing Mochen's heart was made incredibly soft by her actions, and his voice was soft and gentle, "Is it hard? The doctor will be here soon, just bear with it, and you'll be fine after you get the injection and the medicine. "

Yang Yuxi closed her eyes again, and murmured, "It's hard, I feel uncomfortable all over, if you hug me, I'm scared."

Jing Mochen couldn't resist her request at all, he took off his shoes and lay down beside her, holding his petite and weak wife in his arms.

Yang Yuxi hugged his waist tightly, pressed her face against his chest, tears dripped on his chest, and her voice was full of longing.

"Zebei, I really miss you, I've been thinking about you like crazy these past few months."

Jing Mochen's body froze suddenly, his face was gloomy like the sea before a storm, and his eyes were burning with raging anger.

But Yang Yuxi, who was feverish and unconscious at this time, didn't feel it at all, and cried even more fiercely and felt aggrieved.

"Zebei, I'm sorry, I betrayed our agreement, forgive me for not being able to be with you anymore, I'm already married to that bastard Jing Mochen."

"I haven't been happy at all in the past few months. I hate him to death. I only love you in my heart."

"One day, I will definitely divorce that devil Jing Mochen, and if I live with him for the rest of my life, I will be tortured madly."

Yang Yuxi muttered, tears wet a large piece of clothes on Jing Mochen's chest.

Jing Mochen couldn't bear it anymore, he bit the woman's lips fiercely, and said through gritted teeth, "Yang Yuxi, open your eyes and see clearly, who am I?"

If you want to divorce him, stop dreaming.

He, Jing Mochen, either didn't get married, or if he did, he never thought about divorce. She would never want to escape from his side in this life.

The severe pain cleared Yang Yuxi's mind for a moment, she opened her eyes weakly, and saw Jing Mochen's face that was almost distorted in anger.

The instinctive feeling of her body made her break free from his arms immediately, and lay limply on the bed.

"I have a fever and talk nonsense, don't take it to heart."

Her head was heavy, tired, and sleepy.

Jing Mochen's gaze was like a wolf's, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time broke out completely. He pressed her directly under him, and kissed her pink lips fiercely with his hot lips.

"Well……"

Yang Yuxi turned her head away in resistance, beating his chest with both hands, not wanting to be intimate with him.

However, Jing Mochen seemed to be going crazy, he wrapped her hands around her head, and pressed her right hand firmly to prevent her from resisting.

He didn't care about her wishes and her weak body at all, he forcefully opened her teeth, hooked her sweet pink tongue and entangled wantonly.

Yang Yuxi couldn't break free, and stopped struggling helplessly, her body was as stiff as a stone.

Jing Mochen felt the strangeness in her body and stopped.

"Do you want to rape in marriage? If so, please hurry up. I'm very sad now, and I don't have the energy to accompany you for too long."

A voice without a trace of warmth came out of her mouth, just like her eyes, indifferent and desperate.