Meng Mingxuan struggled for a long time about how to reply, until she heard Yan Mojiu's footsteps, and simply replied "". 'Past, indicating that she is still alive.

Yan Mojiu walked in and stood beside the bed. "Can you sit up by yourself? Do you want to be held?"

"I'm not that delicate." Meng Mingxuan supported herself with her hands and sat up.

Yan Mojiu lowered his eyes and looked at her meaningfully, "Great."

"?"

Meng Mingxuan always felt that he was praising her.

But Yan Mojiu then stuffed a pillow into her back and sat beside her to blow the red sugar water for her. She watched his pleasing movements and then thought about what his two words meant.

So cool.

Meng Mingxuan's little fangirl eyes fell on Yan Mojiu's eyes.

He seemed to remember something and chuckled, "Xiao Mingxuan used this look to make Xiao Jiu never see anyone else again."

Xiao Mingxuan and Xiao Jiu were the nicknames given to the two by Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan when they were alive.

“…”

Was it so obvious that she liked him at that time?

After experiencing a year of depression in her previous life, Meng Mingxuan occasionally had memory confusion. She now recalled many past events and her mood suddenly became slightly depressed.

"Why are you so happy?" Yan Mojiuteng raised his hand and touched her head.

"No." Meng Mingxuan suppressed those negative emotions, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Is the brown sugar water ready?"

Yan Mojiu tested the temperature and handed it to her, "It's almost there."

Under his gaze, Meng Mingxuan slowly finished a bowl of brown sugar water.

Yan Mojiu took the empty bowl and wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue, "You have a good rest at home. I'm going to the old house."

"What are you going to do to grandpa?" Meng Mingxuan immediately grabbed his hand.

"The master has made an appointment for a physical examination. I will accompany him to the military hospital." Yan Mojiu said.

Meng Mingxuan relaxed and said, "Like this."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid you'll go and smash grandpa's bricks again." Meng Mingxuan said honestly.

Yan Mojiu smiled faintly, "The master should have taken Dong away."

The same trick can be used on the master twice.

Meng Mingxuan admired: "The grandson knows the grandfather very well."

Why didn't she think of that?

"There is something you must confess." Meng Mingxuan thought for a moment, "You said that we are husband and wife, and we have a knot in our hearts that needs to be clarified."

"You ask." Yan Mojiu was about to leave, but after hearing what she said, he sat down on the bedside and held her hand.

"Do you remember kicking me out of the bathroom last night?"

"..." Yan Mojiu's eyes changed after all.

"You mistook me for another woman." Meng Mingxuan looked into his deep eyes, "Do you often encounter this kind of thing?"

He often told her about it when he was drunk, but she wanted to hear him explain it in detail when he was sober.

Yan Mojiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and some residual conversation came to his mind.

Mingxuan, do you mind?

I mind it to death, I'm super jealous.

"I've never met someone who doesn't wear clothes." Yan Mojiu was happier than he remembered. He pulled her over and kissed her lips gently. "Before, there were indeed women from the underworld who wanted to throw themselves into my arms and seduce me, but they all ran away. Not to mention my fingers, I didn't even let them touch the corner of my clothes. After the establishment of Mengyan Group, this kind of thing has never happened again."

"Are you more fond of me than you were last night?" Meng Mingxuan was happy.

"How can I bear to kiss Xiao Mingxuan? Xiao Mingxuan beckons me, and my heart is touched. Think back to the time when you acted like a spoiled child with me and I didn't give in to you."

“…”

How come he is so good at coaxing people with his mouth?

"Okay, go and get busy." Meng Mingxuan got a satisfactory answer, and the jealousy in her heart subsided.

"Do you want a kiss before you leave?" Yan Mojiu's fingers, which had not yet been retracted, gently moved to her slightly swollen lips.

Meng Mingxuan looked at him with watery eyes and said nothing.

Yan Mojiu laughed softly, held her neck and kissed her red lips.

The kiss was as soft as a feather, but it was sweet to Meng Mingxuan's heart.

…

Yan Mo went to the ninth floor, told the maid to prepare lunch and send it upstairs, and then left the villa.

After getting into the car, Yan Mojiu didn't speak for a long time.

Xu Li knew where he was going, so he had to walk and walk. The car had been started for a long time and he needed money for gas.

"Master Jiu..."

"Don't make noise."

Xu Li quickly covered his mouth.

Yan Mojiu leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes, and gradually pieced together the clear memories of those scenes that seemed like dreams at night.

After a long time, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

She is so delicate.

After calming down a little, Yan Mojiu opened his eyes and said calmly, "Let's go to the old house."

"Oh, Master Jiu." Xu Li suddenly had a destination.

"I asked you to make an appointment for a physical examination for the master. Have you made the appointment?"

"I've made an appointment. The military hospital said you can come anytime."

Yan Mojiu didn't say anything else and continued to recall the night in his memory.

The car drove to the door of the old house and stopped at the entrance. The bodyguard in the passenger seat got out of the car at lightning speed and opened the door for Yan Mojiu.

Yan Mojiu rolled up his shirt sleeves slightly, loosened his tie, and walked in.

Master Yan had arranged for someone to keep watch outside the old house. As soon as Yan Mojiu's car arrived, he received the news and immediately dragged the old butler to sit in the study to play chess.

Yan Mojiu bent his fingers, knocked on the half-open door, and then walked in.

"Good morning, Master."

Master Yan's fingers twisting the cannon trembled slightly.

Too quiet.

"Newlywed, what are you doing here? To accompany your little wife who has no family background but has a good sister?" Master Yan took the initiative to speak in a sarcastic tone.

"Thanks to you, Master, for getting mad at me? She said I loved her, and no matter how I explained, it was useless. She almost tickled me to death."

Yan Mojiu unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, revealing a large area of ​​scratches around his chest, collarbone and neck.

“…”

The cannon in Master Yan's hand fell onto the chessboard. He stood up and walked forward, pulling open Yan Mojiu's shirt and looking closely. The scratch marks suddenly became clearer.

No matter how Master Yan thought, he would associate it with things he had never come into contact with.

He believed that Meng Mingxuan lost her temper and beat his grandson.

"I have such a terrible temper, it's all because of you." Master Yan was furious.

"Oh, I'm used to it." Yan Mojiu looked around the empty study room, "The master's money was stolen?"

"..." Master Yan was stumped by the question.

The old butler started coughing.

Yan Mojiu didn't pursue the matter any further. He reached out and helped Master Yan. "I'm going to the military hospital for a checkup. Master, please come with me. I've made an appointment for a physical examination for you."

"No need." Master Yan straightened his chest with a healthy body. "I went for a physical examination last month and I'm in good health."

"You need it." Yan Mojiu looked at Master Yan and said, "My injury can be easily treated in other hospitals. If I spread it, it will be a big deal. You accompany me. With your prestige in Kyoto, the doctor will weld my mouth shut."

Master Yan liked to hear this, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The old housekeeper silently lowered his head and followed the grandfather and grandson out the door. The master really gets simpler as he gets older.