Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

Seeing that the person in his arms was silent, Xiao Mo held her petite body tightly, with a hint of pleading in his tone, "Zi Ai, don't be angry, okay?"

"Well, I'm not angry anymore." Wen Zimei also didn't want to be reluctant. As long as Xiao Mo didn't deliberately frame Mu Nanfeng, she would still treat Xiao Mo well.

Withdrawing from Xiao Mo's arms, Wen Ziwei raised his head slightly, looked at Xiao Mo with Shui Lingling's big eyes, acting like a baby, "Amo, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Xiao Mo gently fiddled with the broken hair on her forehead, "I will let Auntie do it for you."

Wen Zimei thought for a while, and when he reported the names of a few home-cooked dishes, Xiao Mo ordered to go down.

As night fell, the two of them finished their meal and Wen Ziwei lay on the sofa on the balcony and read a book comfortably.

Holding a few pills in one hand and a cup of hot water in the other, Xiao Mo walked towards her.

"Zi Ai, it's time to take medicine."

Wen Zimei took the medicine and took the medicine obediently, put down the book in her hand, she leaned back in Xiao Mo's arms lazily, looking at the snowy scenery outside.

"This winter, it's really cold." Wen Zimei felt inexplicably emotional, his eyes smeared with a little dampness.

She... missed her family.

I remember that in the winter, their family would sit together and make dumplings. Her father would always put coins in dumplings, saying that anyone who eats dumplings with coins would be full of blessings.

And those blessings belong to her every time.

She always knew that it was secretly hidden by her father and put it in her bowl on purpose.

Fatherly love is so great.

Wen Zimei is fortunate to have a happy family, but being too happy can also cause God's jealousy.

So she got this disease.

Xiao Mo squinted his eyes to look at her side face, and felt distressed in his heart. In fact, he held some words in his heart for a long time.

Seeing that the timing was good, Xiao Mo pursed his thin lips, and asked slowly: "Zi, don't you want to see your parents?"

Wen Zimei's body became stiff, and the wetness in her eyes became heavier. There was bitterness on her face, "It's not that I don't want to go, but I can't go."

With such a disease, she doesn't know how much time she has to live, maybe one day she will suddenly fall down.

Her parents had already endured the pain of sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person once, and she didn't want them to experience it a second time.

Besides, her face now is no longer the former Wen Ziwei.

She has no face to meet them.

Xiao Mo could understand her difficulties, and knew that she couldn't get past it.

He persuaded: "If Aunt Chen and Uncle Wen knew you were still alive, they would be very happy."

Wen Zimei lowered his eyes, "When I'm done, I'll see them again."

The most tormenting thing in the world is to give people hope but also to disappoint people.

Moreover, what she can give to others is only a slim hope, so she would rather not give it.

Let everyone think that she is dead, so that when she really wants to leave, she will be a little more relaxed.

Seeing her insistence, Xiao Mo didn't say any more.

He knows what it's like to be afraid of losing all day long.

He didn't want to experience it anymore.

So this time, he will do his best to keep her.

A light pace came from behind, and it was a maid bringing a personal doctor over.

Xiao Mo looked back to see the private doctor, and waved to the doctor to come over.

He took off his coat as usual and asked the doctor to examine his wound.

After raising for nearly a month, Xiao Mo's last serious injury was almost healed, leaving only some red scars on his body.

"Qiye's injuries are all over." The doctor took out a box of ointment from the medicine box, "As for the scars on the body, apply this ointment for one month to eliminate it."

Although the scars are not as scary and bloody as before, they are still creepy just by looking at them.

Seeing that Xiao Mo never took the initiative to mention it, Wen Zimei never asked the source of these injuries.

But she was really curious, so she still asked: "Amo, where did your injury come from?"

Xiao Mo's expression became cold, and he was furious at the thought of the humiliation he suffered that day.

He always felt that although the person who tortured him was a masked person, the master behind the scenes must be Mu Nanfeng.

After all, he had no grievances or hatreds against the masked man, and there is no reason for others to hate him so much, except for Mu Nanfeng who arranged it.

But now, Xiao Mo has no choice but to swallow this bad breath.

He had promised Wen Zilai that he would not move Mu Nanfeng again.

He wants to do what he says.

Not wanting to mention Mu Nanfeng again, he casually found an excuse, "It's okay, it's just that I've been punished by some local rascals. I accidentally hurt the people and they have been dealt with by me."

"It turned out to be like this, Damn it really."

Wen Zimei nodded slowly, without doubting the truth or not.

Because in her subconscious mind, she never doubted Mu Nanfeng.

She always believed that the man she loved would never do such a thing.

Xiao Mo lifted his eyes and glanced at the ointment, looked at the doctor, and coldly ordered, "Let the ointment put down, you won't need to come over in the future."

"Yes."

The doctor put the ointment on the table, then packed the medicine box and prepared to leave.

Seeing Xiao Mo was about to put on his coat, Wen Zimei deliberately found an excuse to distract him.

"Amo, your clothes are all dirty. Go ahead and change them."

"Okay." Xiao Mo stood up without hesitation when he heard the words, "Then wait for me here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Mo walked towards the cloakroom.

The doctor lifted the box and looked at Wen Zimei and said politely and respectfully: "Miss Wen, then I'll go first, you remember to come to the hospital for regular checkups."

"Wait..." Wen Zimei called the doctor in time, holding her little hand nervously.

"Doctor, I have a question for you."

There was a suspicious blush on her cheek, and she lowered her head shyly.

The doctor turned to look at her, "Ms. Wen has any questions, just ask."

Wen Zimei was a little hard to speak, and it took a long time before finally asking.

"Doctor, with my current physical condition, is it suitable for a... couple... to live?"

After asking, Wen Zimei wanted to find a hole in the ground and blushed too much.

The doctor smiled, "Of course you can, but you have to tell the other person, don't be too rude."

"Okay, I get it." Wen Zimei felt a little bit happy when he heard this answer, "Doctor, please go slowly."

The doctor thought she was a little cute, and turned away with a smile. He didn't expect Wen Ziyu to ask this question first.

He thought that the person who would come to ask about this kind of thing would be a man.

Unexpectedly, it was the woman who came to ask.

It's really interesting.

After the doctor left, Wen Zimei stood there in a daze. She didn't recover until Xiao Mo changed her clothes and came over.

Wen Zimei yawned, deliberately making a look of sleepiness.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Mo said with concern, "If you want to take a rest, you may be sleepy."

"Yeah." Wen Zimei nodded softly.

The two came to the room, still sleeping on the same bed as before.

Xiao Mo lay flat, stretched out his arm to let her pillow on it.

Turning off the lights, the room was completely dark.

Xiao Mo already closed his eyes, ready to go to sleep.

Suddenly, a warm force came over the thin lips.

Xiao Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

It was Wen Zimei who was kissing him.

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