Her brows furrowed in distress, biting her lower lip, holding the wall with one hand, squatting down with the other, reaching out to pick up the fragments, but at this moment, a pair of feet appeared in her sight.

The movement of picking up the fragments stopped, her heart tightened, and she raised her eyes subconsciously.

Her eyes directly pierced into the pair of deep, unrippled pupils in front of her. Her heart trembled, and she squatted on the ground and forgot to react.

Mo Junhao looked at her, his blue eyes narrowed deeply, he leaned down and pulled her up from the ground without any pity.

"Who allowed you to move around while carrying my child?"

He grabbed her wrist with considerable force, and directly dragged her back to the bed to sit down, leaning down to look at her, his stern eyes full of warning:

"I don't allow my child to make any mistakes. As a mother, you must let him be born safe and sound. If he makes any mistakes, you have to pay ten times the price."

He grabbed the medicines on the bedside table, threw them into her hands, and said: "Give me these medicines to take. From now on, you will do whatever I ask you to do. Whatever I didn't ask you to do,

If you dare to do it, don't blame me for being rude."

After giving such a warning, he turned around and walked to the water dispenser, poured her a glass of water, walked back to her and handed it to her, "After taking the medicine, come down and eat."

Han Zhiqing lowered her eyebrows, looked at the medicine dropped by Mo Junhao on her body, silently picked it up, and took the water handed over by Mo Junhao without any rebuttal.

After Han Zhiqing took the water glass from his hand, Mo Junhao left the room again.

The moment he closed the door, his eyes still involuntarily glanced at Han Zhiqing's monotonous back.

Han Zhiqing remained silent from beginning to end. She seemed to be numb to the hurtful words Mo Junhao said. Although her heart still ached slightly, it was not as painful as before.

With a low eyebrow, she picked up the order prescribed by the doctor, followed the instructions on it, and swallowed the medicines one by one, and then walked down from the bed.

The clothes she was wearing were still the casual clothes she wore when she came out of the house. Perhaps because she had sweated too much, her body was sticky and uncomfortable.

After she stayed in the bedroom for a while, she walked out of the room.

She had just taken medicine, but she still had no strength in her feet. When she walked out of the room, she seemed to have put in a lot of effort.

A little cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

When she walked to the stairs, she saw Mo Junhao sitting on the sofa with a sullen face, staring at the TV and pressing the remote control, not knowing what he was venting about.

Her steps paused for a moment, then she slowly walked down the stairs with her lips pursed.

Hearing the subtle footsteps on the stairs, Mo Junhao subconsciously retracted his gaze from the TV.

His blue eyes turned to Han Zhiqing who was coming down the stairs. Seeing her holding on to the handrail of the stairs as she slowly came down, her heart tightened involuntarily.

He forced himself to look away, but his peripheral vision still rested on her uneasily, and his heart was with her from beginning to end, until her footsteps fell to the ground at the last moment.

His heart relaxed slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

"Miss Han, we're here for dinner."

When the housekeeper saw Han Zhiqing coming downstairs, he immediately greeted her.

"Oh, okay."

He nodded and cast his eyes intentionally or unintentionally at the expressionless Mo Junhao on the sofa. Without saying anything, he walked to the dining table and sat down.

When she saw the food on the dining table, it looked exquisite and refreshing. Moreover, these were all dishes she was familiar with, the same dishes that Mo Junhao had personally cooked for her.

With her heart tightening slightly, she picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables, and brought them to her mouth.

The familiar smells came from Mo Junhao, and the familiar love and tenderness welled up from the bottom of her heart.

Her eye sockets inadvertently became hot at this moment. She lowered her face, not letting anyone see the expression in her eyes, and sat down at the dining table to eat quietly.

"Miss Han, these are all made by the young master himself. If they are not enough, you can tell me."

The housekeeper stood beside Han Zhiqing and spoke like this, as if he was telling Han Zhiqing deliberately.

But such a seemingly careless remark made Han Zhiqing at the dining table and Mo Junhao, who was walking towards the dining room from the living room, freeze together.

Han Zhiqing's eyes suddenly raised, and she looked at the steward's serious face in disbelief, with an indescribable color flashing in her eyes.

But Mo Junhao's frozen steps didn't linger for too long, and he walked over again as if he hadn't heard anything.

When Han Zhiqing saw him, her hand holding the chopsticks was a little unsteady, especially when she looked into his somewhat intimidating pair of piercing blue eyes, her fingertips couldn't help but trembled twice.

She looked away from his face in a panic, buried her head as if to hide it, and started eating.

Feeling Mo Junhao sit down next to her, he said to the housekeeper in a cold voice: "Give me a bowl of rice."

"Yes, Master."

After receiving Mo Junhao's order, the housekeeper immediately turned around and served Mo Junhao a meal.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Miss Han has the ability, she doesn't need to say anything, just come down to eat, the young master will come over to eat automatically.

Fortunately, he begged the young master to come to dinner in the first place, but the young master had no intention of paying attention to him.

"Master, your meal."

"Um."

He responded coldly, and took the bowls and chopsticks presented by the housekeeper with a sullen face. However, his eyes were intentionally or unintentionally cast towards Han Zhiqing, and he saw her hanging her head and eating her meal quietly, as if she had made a mistake.

Children who have trouble are afraid of being scolded by their parents and dare not say a word.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, but he ignored her and picked up the food and started eating.

I don’t know why, but my appetite, which had not been very good during this period, has improved now.

Especially when he saw Han Zhiqing sitting next to him and eating quietly, his appetite couldn't help but improve.

Suddenly, Han Zhiqing suddenly put down her chopsticks and covered her chest, looking uncomfortable.

His heart tightened and his blue pupils shrank. He looked at her and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"

"No...it's okay."

The retching in her chest subsided, her face recovered, she shook her head at Mo Junhao, picked up her chopsticks again, and started eating.

Mo Junhao didn't look too uncomfortable when he saw her, so he didn't ask too many questions, but he still frowned calmly.

"Mo Junhao."

When the meal was finished, Han Zhiqing suddenly called him, causing Mo Junhao to stop moving his hands.

"how?"

His blue eyes were still looking at her emotionlessly, and his voice was low.

"I...can I go home?"

As soon as this question was asked, Mo Junhao's face immediately darkened, and a trace of anger slipped through his eyes.

Putting down the chopsticks in his hands, he narrowed his blue eyes and said in a cold voice: "Don't you understand what I said? You are not allowed to go anywhere until my child is born."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up from the table and strode out of the restaurant.

"Mo Junhao!"

Han Zhiqing wanted to say something else, but was stopped by the housekeeper, "Miss Han, you'd better not make the young master angry. The reason why the young master won't let you go home alone is because he doesn't trust you."

"I...I just want to pick up some clothes."

She frowned and looked at the housekeeper, looking a little pitiful.

When the housekeeper heard what she said, he saw that she was only wearing one piece of clothing, and since she had a fever and was sweating, it was indeed time to change clothes.

He frowned and hesitated for a moment, then said to Han Zhiqing: "Then let me go and talk to the young master."

"good."

Han Zhiqing didn't insist on anything.

No matter what the housekeeper said was true or false, no matter whether Mo Junhao was worried about her or the child, her only responsibility was to make this surrogate tool as he said and let the child be born safely.

After coming out of the restaurant, Mo Junhao was still sitting in the living room with a dark face, pressing the TV remote control again as she had seen before.

She paused for a moment and wanted to step forward, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she quietly took it back.

After standing in the living room and hesitating for a while, she walked around the edge of the sofa and walked upstairs.

"stop."

Mo Junhao's cold voice came from behind her.

She stopped and turned around to see Mo Junhao sitting on the sofa. He cast his cold eyes on her and raised his hand to her, "Come here."

Han Zhiqing was slightly startled, but without thinking too much, she obediently walked towards Mo Junhao.

"What's up?"

She stood still in front of Mo Junhao. Seeing that Mo Junhao stood up from the sofa and got a little closer to her, she was so frightened that she immediately took a few steps back, but Mo Junhao reached out and grabbed her domineeringly.

Lived.

"How can you be a qualified lover (harmony) wife if you are so afraid of me?"

With a secret force on her arms, Han Zhiqing lost her balance and fell directly into his arms.

"Do you want me, the lover (harmony), to do something?"

Ignoring Mo Junhao's hurtful words, she pretended to be calm and calmly withdrew from Mo Junhao's arms.

"I'm in a bad mood right now. Of course you, a lover (harmony), are trying to find ways to please me and make me happy."

As he said that, he put his hand around her waist and let her lean against him gently. Regardless of the presence of other servants in the living room, he leaned down and kissed her sensitive earlobe.

She was still as sensitive as he remembered, but just by being touched so lightly by him, her body stiffened, and a blush instantly filled her ears.

Mo Junhao's low sneer sounded in her ears: "What's wrong? You've slept with me so many times, but you still react so loudly. Is it because you haven't been touched by me for a long time and you want it?"
Chapter completed!