He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mo Beichen doesn't have much expression on his face.

At this moment, his eyes were full of heartache.

He even talked more than usual.

Qiao Wangshu didn't want to make him worry, so she responded in a muffled voice. Perhaps because she was not feeling well, she squeezed his hand coquettishly and said, "I want you to feed me."

"Yeah." She was so clingy and coquettish that Mo Beichen's heart softened. As long as she asked, he would give her his life without hesitation. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her forehead, his voice hoarse: "I'll feed you."

Qiao Wangshu held his hand tightly and refused to let go.

Mo Beichen pulled his hand back, his tone was unusually gentle, as if he was coaxing her: "I feel cold."

Qiao Wangshu pursed his lips: "I don't feel cold."

Mo Beichen frowned: "Doctor Pei said you can't catch a cold now."

She pouted.

I felt so aggrieved that I felt like I was going to drop golden beans in the next second.

That little expression made Mo Beichen feel heartbroken. He could do nothing about her and could only hold her hand.

She was rarely so fragile and clingy, and he really couldn't handle it.

The chicken soup is ready.

Mo Beichen stood up and prepared to go downstairs to bring it to her.

Qiao Wangshu grabbed him and said, "Achen, I don't want to eat in the bedroom. It will make the food smell bad."

Mo Beichen remembered what Dr. Pei said. She couldn't get cold or tired now. She needed to rest more. But his Shushu had a thin voice and a pitiful tone. He couldn't refuse any of her requests. After hesitating for a long time, he thought of a compromise: "I'll carry you downstairs to eat?"

"Yeah." Qiao Wangshu nodded: "I'll change my clothes first."

"I'll help you change it." He blurted out without any thought and without feeling that there was anything wrong.

Qiao Wangshu's pale face flushed instantly, and he stammered, "No... no need for that."

Mo Beichen seemed to realize what was wrong: "That's not what I meant. I meant... you, can do it yourself?"

She looked like she was in pain.

He was simply worried about her.

Qiao Wangshu nodded quickly: "I can do it."

Mo Beichen stared at her for a while, probably to confirm whether she could handle it by herself. Finally, he said with some concern: "Should I ask Housekeeper Yu to come up? Let her take care of you."

“No, no.” Qiao Wangshu’s face was still hot: “It’s not that exaggerated, just changing clothes, I can really do it.”

He hesitated for a moment.

In his heart, even if she is a girl, he doesn't want her to be seen naked by others.

But he was worried that she couldn't handle it on her own.

Since she insists, let her try it first: "Yeah."

Qiao Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Beichen bent down, picked her up, walked into the cloakroom, put her down gently, then turned around and went out to wait.

Qiao Wangshu changed into a loose and comfortable long skirt.

Coming out of the cloakroom, Mo Beichen immediately hugged her in his arms again.

Qiao Wangshu put his arms around his neck and buried his head in his chest.

Like a little bird.

Mo Beichen was so soft-hearted that he carried her down the stairs slowly.

Dinner is all ready.

Before dinner even started, Mo Beixiao was fed a mouthful of dog food and swallowed his saliva: "You two, aren't you? It's just a few steps away, and you're carrying me like a princess? Am I a little redundant in this family?"

The heat on Qiao Wangshu's face had not yet dissipated, and it suddenly became hot again: "Achen, put me down."

Mo Beichen carefully placed her on the chair and took the time to give Mo Beixiao a warning look.

Mo Beixiao pursed his lips.

have to.

He is really redundant!

Mo Beichen filled a bowl of chicken soup and fed it to Qiao Wangshu himself.

Qiao Wangshu just had a stomachache and wanted to act coquettishly with him. There were other people at the table, and she always felt that Mo Beixiao was looking at her, so she said awkwardly: "I'll do it myself."

Mo Beichen said seriously: "I promised you."

"Ah?" Qiao Wangshu was stunned. His words were incoherent.

Mo Beichen added: "I promise to feed you."

“I…” Qiao Wangshu was simply digging a hole for himself: “My thing is…”

Mo Beichen is a meticulous person. He will never go back on his promise and feeds the baby very seriously.

People are like that sometimes.

There are some things you don’t notice when you do them yourself.

When circumstances are reversed, something always feels wrong.

Qiao Wangshu had previously fed Mo Beichen soup at the table without feeling shy or awkward. But now that Mo Beichen was feeding her soup, she felt her face getting hot. Perhaps it was because of a different state of mind...

At that time, she only wanted to gain his favor and trust.

My feelings towards him are different now, and deep down I can’t help but feel the shyness of a little girl.

Mo Beixiao gradually saw some clues. Qiao Wangshu didn't seem to be in good condition. He asked seriously, "Third sister-in-law, are you okay? Are you sick?"

Qiao Wangshu shook his head: "It's okay, just... a little uncomfortable."

Mo Beixiao frowned worriedly: "Should we call a doctor?"

“No, no.” Qiao Wangshu drank the chicken soup that Mo Beichen fed to his mouth, and then said, “Just rest for two days.”

"Oh." Mo Beixiao was a carefree person. Besides, this was his sister-in-law, not his girlfriend, so he had to know a limit to his concern: "If it really doesn't work, let my third brother take you to the hospital. Don't force yourself."

"okay."

……

Everyone in the main villa can see that Miss Qiao has a very good relationship with the Third Master recently, and it is getting better and better. And not only the Third Master, but even the Fourth Master's attitude towards Miss Qiao is warmer than before. In the past, the Fourth Master called Miss Qiao "Third Sister-in-law" casually, and it didn't sound serious. Now, this "Third Sister-in-law" is obviously much more sincere.

After dinner.

Mo Beichen picked up Qiao Wangshu and carried him back to the room.

Mo Beixiao grinned.

Look at how clingy these two are.

Is he about to become an uncle?

Why are you suddenly looking forward to it?

But on second thought, if the third sister-in-law gave birth to a smaller version of the third brother...

That is definitely a little devil, a little witch!

Mo Beixiao shook his head.

Forget it, I don’t care if I’m not your uncle!

upstairs.

Mo Beichen was accompanying Qiao Wangshu in the bathroom to wash up.

You can take a bath during your menstrual period.

But Qiao Wangshu was in so much pain that he decided not to wash today. He just brushed his teeth and washed his face.

Mo Beichen accompanied her throughout the whole process and did all the walking required of her.

Lie in bed.

Qiao Wangshu pulled his hand and said, "You're not going to sit by my bed all night, are you?"

Mo Beichen indeed thought so.

Stay with her all the time.

Whenever she needed him, he was there.

He didn't dare to get close to her before, so he hired Yu Nanxi to take care of her personally, but she didn't seem to need Yu Nanxi much. Now that their relationship is so good, whether she is willing to use Yu Nanxi or not, he doesn't want others to take care of her, he has to come in person to feel at ease.

Mo Beichen squeezed her soft little hand and said, "Sleep peacefully."

He didn't answer her question directly.

Qiao Wangshu let go of his hand, moved to the inside of the bed, and patted the empty space: "Come up."

Mo Beichen's body stiffened.

She let him have sex?

sleep together?