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

Pei Song changed the medicine and left on his own accord.

Qiao Wangshu was so distressed that she asked Mo Beichen if he wanted to eat or drink anything. She would make it for him.

It was finally Saturday off, and Mo Beichen didn't want her to cook, so he casually said he wanted to eat some fruit.

Qiao Wangshu immediately stood up and cut it for him.

Cut a little of each.

Soon it was back, feeding him with a fork.

Mo Beichen took a few bites and said, "You eat."

Qiao Wangshu ate some himself using the fork that had been fed to him.

Someone was suddenly fulfilled.

The uneasiness in my heart was dispelled a lot.

It's eleven o'clock at night.

Qiao Wangshu had been following Mo Beichen to work at the consortium recently, and had learned a lot. He was really tired. After taking a shower, he lay down in bed, resting his head on Mo Beichen's arm, and soon fell asleep.

Mo Beichen waited for her to fall asleep and called her softly: "Shushu, Shushu..."

Qiao Wangshu didn't respond.

Mo Beichen carefully dragged her little head and gently placed it aside, slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then tiptoed to the attached bathroom.

Turn on the lights.

He looked at the gauze wrapped around his right hand and peeled it off expressionlessly, tearing the wound that had not yet completely scabbed over. The little scab that had finally formed was torn off by him.

Shushu accompanied him to work because he injured his hand.

Shushu let him sleep in her bedroom and took close care of him because he had an injury on his hand.

Shushu felt sorry for him because his injury had not healed.

If the injury heals...

Are these no longer available?

Mo Beichen is clumsy and stubborn in relationships, and tends to get stuck in a dead end. He was provoked by Mo Beixiao in the morning, although Qiao Wangshu's heartache made him feel a little relieved. But when it gets dark, at night, people's thoughts will inexplicably become very sensitive. He is a top-notch love brain, and he can't help but have wild thoughts and worry about gains and losses.

Looking at the damaged wound, he didn't feel any pain at all, but felt relieved. If the wound was healed, would Shushu still accompany him to work, let him sleep in her bedroom, take care of him personally, and still feel sorry for him...

At this moment, someone completely forgot that he had promised Qiao Wangshu that he would never hurt himself again.

He wrapped the gauze back and tried to make it look the same as before.

The blood oozing out of the damaged wound soaked most of the originally white gauze, which was a shocking sight.

the next day.

As soon as Qiao Wangshu woke up, he noticed that his injury was not right, and held up his hand: "Achen, what happened to you? The gauze was not so red yesterday? Why is it so red all of a sudden? Is it bleeding? Did you touch it last night?"

Mo Beichen pretended to know nothing and just frowned and said two words: "It hurts."

"This... How could this happen? You must have been in pain all night, right? Why didn't you call me when you were in pain?" Qiao Wangshu sat up from the bed anxiously: "I'll call Doctor Pei right away."

After Yu Nanxi's poisoning incident, Qiao Wangshu added Pei Song's contact information.

Early in the morning, Pei Song learned that Mo Beichen's hand injury suddenly worsened, and hurriedly packed up the medicine box and rushed over.

Pei Song removed the gauze on Mo Beichen's hand. With many years of experience in the industry, he could see the clue at a glance.

He didn't dare say a word in front of Qiao Wangshu.

Mo Beichen's injuries were treated again.

Qiao Wangshu asked worriedly, "Doctor Pei, what happened? He was fine before going to bed yesterday, but suddenly he became like this. Did he accidentally touch it? Is there any way to avoid this? Or is there any auxiliary medical equipment that can protect the whole hand?"

Mo Beichen glanced at Pei Song indifferently.

Pei Song felt a chill on his back, and hurriedly said, "Miss Qiao, don't worry, this is just a collision. You know the Third Master's health, he has been in poor condition since he was a child, it's not easy for him to recover from injuries, and it's common for him to get injured over and over again. I've just checked it, and it's not a big problem. Take good care of yourself, you'll be fine in a while, don't worry too much."

Qiao Wangshu knew nothing about medicine, but seeing that the man looked serious and spoke in a logical and well-reasoned manner, he believed him.

Keep someone in mind and be very fragile.

You have to take good care of it in the future.

After leaving the Mo Family Manor, Pei Song silently sent a WeChat message to Mo Beichen: [Third Master, please reply to me when it is convenient for you]

Mo Beichen saw it but didn't reply to him immediately.

Instead, he was pestering Qiao Wangshu.

Relying on the injury on his hand.

Qiao Wangshu always met his requests.

She treated him like a child and took good care of him in every way.

Qiao Wangshu has the habit of taking a nap.

Mo Beichen took advantage of his nap time to call Pei Song back.

As Mo Beichen's personal doctor, Pei Song would almost always respond immediately: "Third Master."

"Yeah." Someone responded lightly.

Pei Song carefully considered his words: "Your wound... please don't damage it any more. Too much is as bad as too little. Basic injuries like knife wounds are unlikely to recur. Miss Qiao is a smart person. If you keep doing this... she will definitely be suspicious."

Mo Beichen really didn't want to agree.

But I also know that what Pei Song said makes sense.

This time Pei Song helped him to cover up the lie, but it can't be like this every time. It can't be bad all the time.

That's it.

Mo Beichen said "hmm" coldly, which was considered as his agreement.

Pei Song breathed a sigh of relief.

If this minor injury doesn't heal, it will affect his status in the medical field, okay?

If someone stops deliberately damaging the wound, it will be completely scarred within ten days.

Pei Song gave Qiao Wangshu an ointment. He should apply it gently on the scar twice a day. It would be restored to its original state in less than a month.

Qiao Wangshu took careful notes and applied medicine to Mo Beichen himself every day.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-September, the eighth month in the lunar calendar.

It has been more than two months since Qiao Wangshu was reborn, and her relationship with Mo Beichen is getting better and better.

That day she was studying at the Mo Group again.

Mo Beichen was wearing a black suit. He was more afraid of the cold after the beginning of autumn. The temperature in his office was higher than other places. He had a printed thin blanket on his knees and a cup of hot water with wolfberries at hand. He lowered his head and carefully marked something on the paper document with a fountain pen, serious and focused. The sunlight from the entire floor-to-ceiling window fell warmly on him, lingering on his cold white skin, abstinent and handsome. He wore the white jade ring on his thumb, which symbolized power, and looked noble.

Qiao Wangshu sat on the sofa at one side and read the documents. They were the internal documents of the Mo Group. However, they were already completed projects, and Mo Beichen gave them to her for study. This project was very profitable and could be said to be the best study material.

A moment.

Mo Beichen raised his eyes: "Shushu, come here."

Qiao Wangshu put down the documents in his hand, stood up and walked over.

Mo Beichen handed her the marked document: "This is a copy, I marked the key points. The project is in progress, you can follow the progress, and feel free to ask me if you don't understand."

What Mo Beichen meant was to let her keep up with the progress of each step and see how others did it, not to let her do it herself.

She has been studying for so long and has never done a project on her own.

Letting her follow up is the best and fastest way to learn.

If it were in other companies, it would be absolutely impossible to allow a person who has nothing to do with the project to have access to this information.