"Young Master, you have bought all the things you want."

When the butler returned home, he found that Mo Junhao was still sitting in the living room. Although he looked like he was feeling sulky, he heard that he had bought the things and quickly stood up from the sofa.

He walked to the butler, pulled the things in his hand over, took out the materials he wanted from it, and said to the butler:

"Wash all these, and call me after you finish washing."

After leaving a few words that made the housekeeper and servant feel confused, he returned to the living room and sat down.

Although the servants didn't know what their young master wanted to do, the master had ordered them to do it. They just need to do it as servants, and they dared not ask too many questions.

He immediately followed Mo Junhao's instructions and did not dare to clean the materials he took out without any negligence, and did not dare to let go of every small corner.

When everything was ready, the housekeeper walked to the calm Mo Junhao and said respectfully:

"Young Master, everything is ready."

"Um."

Another simple and cold response was made. Mo Junhao stood up, and in the shocked eyes of the servants, he walked straight to the kitchen and started to take action.

The quick and skillful movements frightened the servants who stood in the kitchen waiting for Mo Junhao's orders.

Young Master...Young Master doesn't want to cook in person, right?

However, looking at his appearance, it seems that he really wants to cook himself?

But, can a spoiled person like the young master really cook?

The servants all had such thoughts in their hearts, and they couldn't blame them. Those who have worked in the Mohist family for so many years only occasionally saw the young master returning to China.

Since he came back and took over his husband's company, they have never seen the young master enter the kitchen. Of course they would not think about it. In fact, their young master is a master of cooking, but he just doesn't show it in front of others easily.

The only person who has tasted the dishes he made himself was Han Zhiqing upstairs.

It’s a pity that someone never knows how to cherish.

The servants were stunned to look at Mo Junhao's skillful movements and forgot to go forward to help.

But judging from the young master's appearance, he didn't seem to have planned to ask them to help. Not long after, a plate of seemingly simple but full of flavor was released from Mo Junhao's hands.

These dishes full of nutrition and love once again stunned everyone, and made them involuntarily exude envious light:

Miss Han is so happy.

Seeing that Mo Junhao's face was still gloomy from beginning to end, and after finishing everything in his hand, he turned around and saw the servants in front of him who were stunned. At this moment, an unnatural flashed across his blue eyes.

"Take these up and let her eat them all."

After saying this, he walked out of the kitchen with a cold face. Instead of going upstairs, he sat down on the sofa in the living room again.

As if he was about to vent, he kept pressing the TV remote control, his face full of anger and impatientness.

Damn it, I don’t know why I was still so unsophisticated. The woman was so angry that she burst into tears, and she cooked for her to eat.

Why is she? Damn it! Why is she?

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I feel, the more unhappy I feel. The speed of pressing the remote control is faster.

The housekeeper walked to Mo Junhao's room with the food, gently pushed open the door, and saw Han Zhiqing wrapping her whole body in the quilt, her expression was so uncomfortable that she tossed and turned.

Seeing her brows frowning together in discomfort, her lips were a little dry, and she murmured in her mouth that she didn't know what she was saying, and there was no blood on her pale face.

The weak body was still trembling.

He was shocked in his heart, and quickly put the tray on the side, reached out and gently pushed Han Zhiqing, "Miss Han, wake up, Miss Han, what's wrong with you?"

"I...I'm so cold, Mo Junhao, I'm so cold..."

She kept murmuring this sentence from beginning to end, her mind a little confused.

When the butler's hand accidentally touched her hot forehead, he was shocked.

"Oh no, ."

Without caring about it, he ran out of the room and rushed directly downstairs.

Mo Junhao, who was sitting on the sofa with annoyed look on his face, was venting his heart suddenly tightened when he saw the butler rushing down from the building in such panic.

He suddenly stood up from the sofa and saw the butler rushing to him:

"Young Master... Master, ."

"fever?!"

Mo Junhao's eyes suddenly stopped, and a panic flashed in his eyes, "Go and call the doctor."

After saying this, he rushed upstairs like crazy.

Damn, how can you have a fever! Who allowed her to have a fever with his child!

He was obviously nervous, but he still stubbornly told himself not to care about her and kept telling himself that at this moment, what he cared about was the child in her belly.

When he pushed open the door, he saw Han Zhiqing's body tightly wrapped in the quilt and trembling violently.

His heart suddenly tightened a little, and he quickly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He picked her up from the bed with his long arms and held her in his arms.

But he still spoke with a domineering voice: "Han Zhiqing, you dare to get sick with my child? I don't allow you to get sick! Did you hear that, I don't allow you to get sick." His head gently pressed against Han Zhiqing's hot forehead, feeling the body temperature on her body, and his heart was gathered together.

"Zhiqing, don't let herself get sick, have you heard?"

The voice still couldn't help but soften, and his lips gently kissed her hot forehead.

"Mo Junhao...Mo Junhao..."

In a daze, Han Zhiqing's voice slid weakly across Mo Junhao's ears.

"I'm here, Zhiqing, I'm here..."

As if she really heard his voice, her frowning brows stretched a little: "I'm cold, I'm so cold..."

Her hands involuntarily grabbed Mo Junhao's clothes and leaned against his arms.

"Be good, you have a fever, the doctor will come over later."

He gently pressed his face against her forehead and hugged her body tightly, "Come on, I will not be cold if I hold you. Don't be afraid, it will not be cold."

His heartache brows frowned in a ball, and his eyes were occasionally turned to the door, and an impatient flashed in his eyes: "Damn it, why haven't you come yet?"

Tension and uneasy lingered in his heart. He hugged Han Zhiqing's body and did not dare to relax at all.

Not long after, the housekeeper was rushed up by the family doctor from the Mo family.

"Master Mo."

"Come and show her."

The doctor was not allowed to have a moment of rest. He pulled the doctor over and was so domineering that he could not resist at all.

Since it was eating from the Mo family, the doctor naturally did not dare to neglect the slightest. Just looking at Mo Junhao's nervousness, you can know how important the woman in his arms is.

After checking Han Zhiqing, the doctor said to Mo Junhao in a professional tone:

"Mr. Mo, the patient only has a mild fever. In addition, she has a poor physical condition and is pregnant, so she looks weak. But she is pregnant, so I can only prescribe some Chinese medicine to lower her body temperature, but it is best to let her drink more water. Although it is Chinese medicine, it is best to take less..."

"knew."

Mo Junhao responded without any thought, and the housekeeper took the doctor to prescribe medicine.

He sat next to Han Zhiqing worriedly, holding her hot palms, his eyes full of distress.

After the doctor finished prescribing the medicine and gave a few instructions to the butler, he left. In the whole room, only Han Zhiqing, who was sleeping and Mo Junhao, who was occupied by heartache.

At this time, he frowned and looked at Han Zhiqing's bloodless face, and his dry lips, with helplessness in his eyes.

"Han Zhiqing, what should I do with you? I gave up on you again and again, but I couldn't let you go again and again.

Seeing you getting sick, I am more nervous than anyone else. I wish I was the one who was sick, but why did you be so cruel to me? Tell me, what did I do that makes you so dissatisfied?"

He looked at her and his eyes gradually turned to her slightly raised belly. However, his originally helpless eyes suddenly became cold in the next second.

He is my child and it has nothing to do with you. Since I have said that everything I did at the beginning was just a deal with you. Then I will bear the price after the deal...

Han Zhiqing's words suddenly slid across his ears at this time, making his originally tangled heart instantly replaced by coldness.

Transaction! Transaction again!

Han Zhiqing, when will you not get involved in our relationship with the transaction?

Thinking of this, all the distressed emotions were instantly driven away by Han Yi. He stood up from the bed, glanced coldly at Han Zhiqing who suddenly frowned on the bed, opened the door, and walked out with a cold face.

When Han Zhiqing woke up from her coma, she lost all her strength and fell back on the bed.

She held her heavy eyelids weakly and looked at the room in front of her. Outside the room was the sky that had fallen. At this time, only the bright moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling window.

This is Mo Junhao's room. After Han Zhiqing looked at it for a while, she already understood it.

Thinking back on Mo Junhao's words and left the room, she fell asleep in a drowsy way, and now she had no strength at all.

Her throat was so dry that she dragged her heavy legs down from the bed.

Her legs were very weak, and she was trembling every few steps. After finally walking to the water dispenser, she bent down, reached out to pick up the teacup on the cup holder, and took some water from the water dispenser.
Chapter completed!