Madam Wants a Divorce Every Day

When Mo Weiyi woke up, he found himself lying in the hospital ward.

A needle was inserted into the back of his left hand, and the liquid in the hanging bottle was only half hung, and he was still a little weak.

Turning his head, he saw Xiao Yebai sitting on the sofa and dozing off.

Because of tossing all night, his shirt is a little wrinkled, his hair is a little messy, his brows are tightly frowned, his thin lips are slightly pursed, and there are stubbles on his chin...

The whole person looked a little downcast.

But still pretty damn good.

As if he had a tacit understanding, Xiao Yebai opened his eyes, then got up, Are you awake?

Mo Weiwei subconsciously put his hand on his lower abdomen, Xiaobai, I...

You're on your period.

Ah? Mo Weiwei opened his small mouth, a little confused.

official holiday?

Xiao Yebai asked her, Why don't you know when your period is coming?

In the middle of the night, she drove all the way to the hospital at high speed, only to find that she just passed out from dysmenorrhea.

As a result, the female doctor seriously taught him how often to pay attention to that kind of thing.

Also drunk.

Mo Weiyi looked at him, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was grateful or disappointed in his heart at the moment.

I... Am I really just on my period?

En. Xiao Yebai came to the bed and looked at her abdomen, Does your stomach still hurt?

Mo Weiwei pursed his mouth, feeling aggrieved, It hurts, it hurts to death.

Xiao Yebai frowned instantly.

Looking at the handsome facial features close at hand, Mo Weiwei stretched out his little hand that hadn't been given a needle, and said in a soft voice, Xiaobai, rub it for me quickly.

The little woman looked up at herself, her beautiful cat eyes were clear and clean, black and white, as if there was no trace of impurities.

Maybe it's because of the abdominal pain, the corners of the eyes are still oozing with water, the cheeks are pale, and the voice is soft, let him rub her for her...

He lowered his eyelashes and sat down beside the hospital bed, Is that so?

Mo Weiwei smiled sweetly, and at the same time got up and leaned himself into his arms, Yes, you rubbed it for me before, have you forgotten?

Xiao Yebai did not speak.

But it occurred to me that it should have been a long time ago, it seems that when Mo Weiwei was just in high school, a temporary military training was suddenly organized in the school, and she came to the aunt the next day, and the pain was unbearable.

At that time, Mo Yaoxiong was on a business trip, she was crying on the phone, there was nothing he could do, in the end he drove to the mountain himself to pick him up.

That night, she was just like now, with a soft voice, begging him to rub her belly.

As a result, I almost kneaded things later...

It was also because after that time, the Mo family had specially found a doctor to take care of her body. In the past few years, her menstruation has been very accurate. I don't know why this time it was suddenly delayed for so long, and she even had a stomachache.

Is it really just because what I did last night was too intense?

Xiaobai. The soft voice in his arms sounded again.

What's wrong?

Because she was lying in Xiao Yebai's arms, her mouth, nose and breath were the clean breath she was most familiar with, and it was also a reassuring clean breath. Mo Weiyi felt sweet all over his body, even his voice was sweet.

She said, It may be because I ate ice cream at noon yesterday.

When I got off the plane, it was too hot, so I asked Rong An to buy a big box of ice cream.

I knew I would not eat it...

En. Xiao Yebai replied, and he knew it.

Don't tell grandpa and dad about this. Mo Weiwei said again, I'm afraid they will worry.

it is good.

After a whole night of tossing, Mo Weiwei was already very tired, leaning against the man's generous and strong embrace...

Comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Finally, he couldn't help but yawned, and his voice was tinged with sleepiness, Xiaobai, I'm a little sleepy.

Xiao Yebai glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It was two o'clock in the morning.

Does your stomach still hurt? he asked.

much better.

Xiao Yebai pulled the thin blanket over her body, Go to sleep.

He got up to leave, but the hem of his clothes was pulled again. Mo Weiwei's voice was soft and soft, as soft as a kitten meowing, Xiaobai, don't go.

I'm going to sleep on the sofa.

No, I want you to stay with me here. Mo Weiyi tightly grasped his shirt, with a delicate and pitiful face.

Knowing that she dared not sleep alone, Xiao Yebai said after a while, Okay.

When he sank down again, Mo Weiyi immediately slipped back into the familiar embrace, coquettishly, You have to wait for me to fall asleep.

Yep.

Hearing his promise, Mo Weiwei closed his eyes in peace.