The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Ye Yuchen leaned on Mu Wan's side with one arm, and raised her chin with the other hand. His thin lips were lightly hooked, and the corners of his eyes were lightly raised. He was very charming, as if bewitching her prey.

Mu Wanqing pursed his lips and shoved it twice, "What kind of rascal are you playing... I'm still sick..."

I wanted to attack her while she was sick, right?

After seeing her recover well, he fell asleep and came back!

"Do you think I would let you off so easily if it weren't for your illness?" Ye Yuchen looked at her gloomily.

Four big characters are written on a handsome face, eagerly dissatisfied.

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing smiled slyly.

She suddenly stretched her lotus arm around his neck, then lifted her body and took a small peck on the man's lips.

"Hey~" Mu Wanqing licked her lips.

Ye Yuchen's ink color was dark, his eyes blazingly looked at the woman under him, and he noticed the changes in his body.

He attached to her ear and bit her earlobe like punishment, "I will do you again when you recover."

Mu Wan poured out his tongue.

Anyway, I'm still ill now, and Pi is a moment!

Ye Yuchen turned over and got out of bed. After he helped Mu Wanqing tuck the quilt, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Go to sleep, call me whenever you feel uncomfortable."

Mu Wanqing nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, smiled brightly, and then drove Ye Yuchen out of the bedroom.

But as soon as the door was closed, the girl suddenly sat up and coughed up a large mouthful of **** sputum, "Cough...cough cough..."

Mu Wanqing gripped the sheets under her tightly. She looked at the scarlet color, her face was terrifyingly pale, and her expression was even more tense and solemn.

She lowered her eyes, and the diamond ring in her right **** was glowing with dazzling silver light, but it was so dazzling that it hurt her...

Mu Wanqing's hand trembled slightly, and she touched the mobile phone beside the bed. She panted hard and said with difficulty, "Xiang... Xiangyang, tomorrow... accompany me to the hospital..."

She must go and can't wait any longer.

She wants to recover completely, so that she can be qualified to stand beside Ye Yuchen and realize his wish.

"Mu Wanqing, tell me the truth, how serious is your illness!" Xiang Yang frowned.

There is a bit of harshness in his tone.

Mu Wanqing chuckled, "Ah, it's not too serious. I just wanted to treat my illness on a sudden whim."

As she spoke, the corners of her lips flexed slightly.

But those low-hanging eyes were dull and red, and tears seemed to burst at any time.

"Mu Wanqing, don't pretend."

Xiang Yang insisted, "I can't bear the appearance of you the most! Why endure the pain? Why don't you let us share the burden when you are sick? Talk!"

Mu Wanqing pressed her lips tightly.

She lowered her head, slowly buried her head between her neck, and the phone slid onto the bed with a muffled noise.

"Xiangyang, I'm so tired...you don't force me, okay?" Mu Wanqing hugged his legs, curled up fragilely.

The girl whispered, "I'm so tired..."

She didn't want to be brave, she didn't want to pretend, on the contrary... She really didn't want to take it all alone.

She really wanted to plunge into Ye Yuchen's arms, just as an ordinary sick girl, relying on her lover, family, and friends.

But the people who cared about her in the previous life, the people who ran for her heart disease died...all died.

No, except Gong Lichuan.

Therefore, Mu Wanqing only believed in Gong Lichuan.

"You..." Xiang Yang didn't know what to say for a while.

He sighed deeply, "Forget it, I will pick you up to the hospital tomorrow morning."