Qian Yikun pretended not to see it.

Could it be that I gritted my teeth but couldn't get angry with my mother Qian?

Fortunately, the Qian family’s family doctor arrived at this time. First, he asked questions for Mo Fei, but in the end he still needed to get sick, otherwise it might turn into pneumonia.

Could it be that she doesn't want to be a little bit bad? She feels that her health has become much pretentious recently. Since she was almost beaten to death by Ye Cong last time, her health has not been well.

"Qian Yikun, I won't get an injection." Mo Fei roared, it had no lethality.

"It's not okay to not get an injection when you are sick," Qian's mother said, not to refuse, "You are still young now, and this leaves a root cause and is not a good thing. It doesn't hurt to get an injection. Be good-"

Could it be: "..."

Is this how the mother and son talk?

Qian’s mother was good to her, one was because she felt that the little girl was younger than her son, and the other was because her son finally took a woman home, so she had to take care of her daughter-in-law.

But could she be facing Qian Yikun, but she could not face Qian's mother. And the more she treats her kindness to her, the more she feels empty and unspeakable.

The doctor asked Mo Fei to hang up a little bit, and a pain came from the back of his hand. Mo Fei's hand subconsciously shook.

The broken ribs don't feel so painful.

Qian Yikun directly held her other hand and his eyes fell on the place where the doctor put the needle, "Slow down."

The doctor laid the needle and fixed it with medical tape. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I still have this skill."

Qian Yikun was a little embarrassed. What was he worried about?

The doctor told me to pay attention to things and packed up his own things and planned to leave.

Qian's mother asked worriedly: "Will you delay the wedding date?"

Wedding date?

Could it be that her head is a little big now?

"No, but you still have to take care of yourself these days. The young lady should not be as simple as having a fever. The young lady should take good care of the young lady." The doctor said and left with the medical box.

"I'll go and have someone prepare some porridge." Qian's mother could see that the two of them had something to say, so she found a reason to leave.

Qian's mother left, Qian Yikun went to close the door. When he turned around, he saw Mo Fei who was about to pull the needle. Qian Yikun frowned and went straight to hold her wrist, "What are you doing?"

"I don't need you to be so kind to me." May Fei growled.

She doesn't need anyone to be nice to her because she doesn't want to make herself rely on anyone.

Qian Yikun pressed her wrist with one hand, not letting her roll the needle because of random movement, "Can you give in, no one will laugh at you?"

Could it be that he looked up at Qian Yikun, but suddenly laughed, "Qian Yikun, are you in love with me?"

Qian Yikun paused for a moment, but did not answer the question. Instead, he reached out to take a book from the table, then placed her hand on it, and then took medical tape to tie her hand directly to the book, so that she could prevent her from moving around and rolling the needle.

Could it be: "..."

Did this man treat her as a child?

After Qian Yikun finished all this, he looked up at Mo Fei, "Could we get married."

This is what he wanted to say that day.

This sudden sentence stunned Mo Fei.

"It's you who have a fever?" May Fei sneered, "Become married, are you begging me?"

"I beg you?" Qian Yikun frowned, as if he had heard a very nice joke.
Chapter completed!