"Thank you, the doctor."

Han Zhiqing did not notice the name "sir" mentioned by the doctor. When the doctor said that Mo Junhao's injury was not serious, he felt relaxed.

Mo Junhao happily curled the corners of his lips because of the subjective title of doctor.

Your sir? Well, this title sounds very good.

He did not listen to the doctor's words, but kept immersing himself in the name "Mr.", so sweet that he could not extricate himself.

Seeing that the doctor handed the medicine in his hand to Han Zhiqing, he ordered again:

"Try to let your husband take the antipyretic medicine as little as possible unless the high fever does not subside. When sleeping at night, remember to check his body temperature at any time."

"Okay, I get it, thank you doctor."

"You are welcome."

The doctor put up glasses on his nose and nodded to Han Zhiqing.

"Then I'll leave first."

"Okay. Please go slowly."

After seeing the doctor away, Han Zhiqing returned to the room. Seeing that Mo Junhao was thinking of something, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Without thinking too much, she walked up, poured Mo Junhao a cup of warm water, took out the medicine given to her by the doctor, walked to him and said:

"Don't giggle, take this anti-inflammatory drug first."

"good."

The smile on his face did not calm down. He took the medicine and warm water handed over by Han Zhiqing and sent it down.

After handing the cup to Han Zhiqing, his gaze always looked at Han Zhiqing with a smile, which made her feel more unnatural.

"What do you think of me like this?"

"come over."

Hearing Han Zhiqing say this, Mo Junhao smiled and raised his hand at her. When she approached him, he reached out and pulled her over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Zhiqing, did you hear what the doctor said just now?"

His eyes were full of smiles, and he was still having a fever, but he looked energetic.

"Yeah, I heard it."

She didn't realize the other meaning in Mo Junhao's words. When she heard Mo Junhao's question, she nodded seriously.

"Then do you think he's right?"

He deliberately used an ambiguity to induce her, stretching out his hands to hold her in his arms, and was in a great mood.

But Han Zhiqing didn't think about it anywhere else. Hearing his question, he nodded to him without much consideration and said, "Of course."

The doctor told her to try not to let Mo Junhao take antipyretics, and she remembered it very clearly.

I can’t take too much antipyretic medicine. Although she is not a doctor, she also knows this basic common sense.

The topics the two of them were all about being wrong, but they met very well.

The smile in Mo Junhao's eyes became deeper. His hands that surrounded her body tightened slightly, buried his chin between her shoulders, and said, "Well, I think it's right, since he thinks I'm your husband, it proves that we have a husband and wife?"

A bloodless handsome face was stained with a sly smile of success, and his breath slid across Han Zhiqing's ears and said, "How about we go back to get married, okay?"

When he said this, his expression became much more serious than before. At the same time, as he expected, Han Zhiqing's body completely stiffened in his arms.

His breathing also became a little more rapid, and his face was covered with a gloomy aura.

Then, he reached out and took his hands away from his waist, stood up from the edge of the bed, looked at him with a cold face, and said, "Are you having a fever or a slut?"

His eyes were cold and cold, "I said it a long time ago, don't make such jokes."

After saying that, she covered the panic in her eyes with her cold black eyes. She opened the door and escaped regardless of Mo Junhao's astonished gaze.

But just as soon as he was about to close the door, he was stopped by Mo Junhao's figure who rushed out of bed.

"Zhiqing, I'm not kidding. I really plan to marry you!"

He grabbed her arms and locked her in his arms, his handsome face frowned:

"Zhiqing, I really want to marry you."

"Stop talking."

Her face was a little ugly than before, and even the panic in her eyes became more and more obvious. She struggled to break free from Mo Junhao's confinement, but this time, Mo Junhao did not intend to let her go.

"Mo Junhao, please let me go! I don't want to get married, I don't want to get married!!!"

She yelled at him a little out of control, and the panic in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

It’s not that Mo Junhao didn’t see it, but he didn’t want her to live like this for the rest of her life with the panic he didn’t know.

He wanted her to face these pasts, and even if such memories made her feel so unbearable, he could only force her to face them with cruelty.

"Zhiqing, tell me what happened, why are you so afraid of getting married, okay?"

He hugged her constantly struggling body tightly, letting him face his problems.

"Nothing happened, I just don't want to get married!!! Mo Junhao, let me go, you bastard, please let me go quickly!"

She suddenly used all her strength to push Mo Junhao, who was already weak because of a high fever, from her side and ran out like crazy.

"Zhiqing! Zhiqing!"

The nervousness slipped through his eyes, and he followed Han Zhiqing and saw her slipping down due to panic, almost hitting the wall cabinet beside her.

He was shocked, and he didn't care much, rushed forward and quickly supported her. His violent movements pulled open his torn arms, causing him to subconsciously frowning.

"Mo Junhao, go away. I don't want to get married. If you want to get married, you can find another woman to get married."

She shook Mo Junhao's hand away like crazy, and such a sentence that lost her mind made Mo Junhao's hand holding her arm pause subconsciously, and then slowly let go.

The nervous blue eyes were now stained with a layer of almost wounded powerlessness. They raised their eyes to look at her and chuckled: "Han Zhiqing, do you tell me to marry another woman?"

His sudden voice made Han Zhiqing's out of control pause for a moment, and his eyes subconsciously turned to Mo Junhao, and saw that Mo Junhao was also looking at him.

Under his slightly raised thin lips was a bitter smile and mockery.

Her heart suddenly became a little tighter, but she couldn't say a word to explain.

Seeing Mo Junhao's body approaching her a little, she was so scared that she subconsciously took two steps back. However, this time, Mo Junhao did not approach her again.

Instead, he looked at her with a wry smile, his eyes occupied by the wounded emotions:

"You can't marry me, why do you have to say something about letting me marry another woman?"

He looked at her and laughed bitterly, and his handsome face, which was originally bloodless, looked paler:

"Han Zhiqing, is it still not worthy of your belief until now? I just want to know more about you, not only about your present, but also about your past and everything about you..."

He noticed that when he mentioned that he wanted to know her past, there was a clear panic in Han Zhiqing's eyes.

The original Zhongzai was replaced by a touch of coldness again. She lowered her black eyes and bent her thin lips upwards with a touch of mockery:

"Need not."

She shook her head absolutely at him, "Mo Junhao, you don't need to understand my past, no one needs to understand my past..."

Her steps staggered a little further, "If you don't know my past and waste time with me now, you can just tell me directly."

She looked at Mo Junhao and suddenly laughed, but her eyes were replaced by a touch of inferiority complex: "Mo Junhao, I told you that if you get tired of me one day, you can tell me directly."

She didn't want to be alone with her, she looked at her with sympathy and said a promise to take care of her for the rest of her life.

Only those who cannot guarantee the future will make some ridiculous promises before the "future" arrives.

Mo Junhao became a little colder again because of her words, and his blue eyes became more severe at this time.

"Han Zhiqing, by this time, you will say these words to me!"

He was so angry that he grabbed her shoulders, and he wanted to strangle her to death. "I sincerely give you my heart and soul, in return, what you think so? Think I think being with you is a waste of time?"

The force of his grasping her arm increased a little: "Han Zhiqing, how many women are there that make me willingly waste my time like this!!!"

He was really going to be mad by her.

This bastard actually said such words to him.

Damn it! Is he crazy or she crazy?

Han Zhiqing's brain didn't know how to think at this time, and Mo Junhao's words could not arouse her any reaction.

She couldn't bear to look back and felt inferior. She stood there, looking at Mo Junhao's dark face without any response.

After a moment, she did not leave a word, turned around silently and walked away slowly from him.

There was no explanation or refutation, and just walked away silently.

Mo Junhao stood there, watching her lonely back as she opened the door and walked out. Although she was anxious, she surprisingly did not catch up with her.

This time, he was really angry, even crazy.
To be continued...