"Ten years of forgetfulness and Mo Lichuan" 164. How delicate

After Mo Lichuan got sick, he was like a child.

He had to sleep on her legs.

Lu Huanzi's legs were numb.

Looking at Mr. Mo's profile.

He seemed to have lost some weight. Even his cheekbones were showing.

Lu Huanzi's heart started to ache for some reason.

What had he experienced these days?

When Chen Shui returned, it was already two hours later.

Lu Huanzi also leaned on the bed and slept for a while.

Mo Lichuan finally fell asleep.

Only then did Lu Huanzi move his head onto the pillow.

Her legs were completely numb.

After a while, she finally got out of bed.

Chen Shui filled the fridge with the food he bought.

Originally, Lu Huanzi wanted to invite Chen Shui to have dinner together.

After all, he bought a table full of dishes.

But Chen Shui called him back.

It seemed that there were guests causing trouble again in Shinian.

He had to hurry back and deal with it.

Lu Huanzi did not ask him to stay either.

In such a large house, there were only two people left.

Lu Huanzi ate some food on her own.

Then, she heated up the porridge and carried it to the bedroom.

Mo Lichuan was already awake.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. His gaze was much clearer now.

When he saw Lu Huanzi come in, he turned his head.

Then, he asked a question that was several hours late, "why are you here? "

Lu Huanzi stood at the door and sighed.

She thought to herself, if she was not here, you would still be confused.

But she still said, "Azu gave me a plane ticket. I thought it was a signal from you. "

Lu Huanzi's move was brilliant. She directly pushed the blame onto Mr. Mo..

Even if he wasn't the one who suggested it, Azu was the one who made the decision. It had nothing to do with her.

But Mr. Mo didn't ask anything.

Lu Huanzi handed the porridge over. "You haven't eaten for a long time. Have some porridge. I just bought it. "

But Mr. Mo didn't move.

Lu Huanzi thought to herself, do I have to feed you?

But Mr. Mo said, "I want to eat the porridge you cooked. "

Lu Huanzi was slightly stunned. "But it's ready-made. "

But Mr. Mo turned his head away.

He did not speak or stand up. He did not look like he was going to eat porridge.

People said that no matter how great a man was, once he got sick, he would become like a child.

Lu Huanzi had learned this lesson.

When Mr. Mo threw a Tantrum, he was also cold and itchy.

Lu Huanzi had no choice but to complain in a low voice, "how delicate. "

She could only go to the kitchen to make white rice porridge.

Fortunately, she had wisely asked Chen Shui to buy these things.

After cooking for more than half an hour, the steaming hot rice porridge was finally out of the oven.

This time, she did not wait for Lu Huanzi to send it over.

Mo Lichuan came over on his own.

Just as Lu Huanzi was about to pour the porridge into the bowl,.

Mo Lichuan came over from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist.