Don't Provoke Princess

Thinking about how Ren Xinru was always happy to see her, she felt a little guilty. If Ren Xinru found out about Mo Xiaohe's current physical condition, would she never want to see him again?    

"Auntie, how is she?" Since she couldn't go to the Mo family, she still wanted to take care of Ren Xinru.    

"She cares about you." Mo Xiaohe's back was straight, and after all his years of habit, he was straight when he went out. The waiters behind them would look at their table with admiration.    

Snow-topped coffee was served, and Mu Qingqing scooped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. He felt a sour in his heart.    

That time when Ren Xinru came to beg her, she was aware of certain problems, especially the safety of Mo Xiaohe. Now that she knew Ren Xinru was also worried about her, she felt very sorry for Ren Xinru and let Mo Xiaohe suffer a lot.    

"Give me some more time. I want to take care of some matters. After that, I'll come to your house." She was too ashamed to see Ren Xinru now.    

"How long will it take?" Promise Mu Qingqing to give her freedom, he won't break his promise. Mo Xiaohe only cared about when Mu Qingqing would finish her business and then be able to live in the Mo family in the open.    

"It won't be long." Mu Qingqing's mind was in a mess. She didn't know how long it would take. There seemed to be a lot of things that remained undone.    

The desserts were served, and as she looked at the soft, delicious pastries, she picked up her spoon and prepared to eat.    

Who knew that Mo Xiaohe would grab the spoon first. With a deep and deep voice, he said, "Let me do it."    

Mu Qingqing raised her eyebrows. "Fine, let him exercise his right to be her boyfriend."    

Thus, Mo Xiaohe held a spoon in his broad hand and scooped up a spoonful of light pink strawberry cake.    

Suddenly, his hand shook, and the spoon fell on top of the strawberry cake. Mo Xiaohe's dark eyes revealed a look of disbelief.    

Mu Qingqing quickly got up and walked to his side, looking at his still trembling hand.    

"Xiaohe …" She looked at him worriedly, not knowing what was going on. She had no idea what had caused it or what had caused it.    

However, she felt that Mo Xiaohe was in danger.    

Mo Xiaohe held his right wrist with his left hand and put it under the table. He was sweating profusely from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and told Mu Qingqing, "It's fine."    

From the looks of it, his situation was very serious. Mo Xiaohe wasn't someone who was afraid of pain. If it wasn't because of the pain, he wouldn't have found it so hard to speak.    

Seeing the purple hue on his wrist, Mu Qingqing became extremely nervous.    

"I'll take you to the hospital." Mu Qingqing secretly hated herself for not learning medicine. At this moment, other than giving Mo Xiaohe a call of 120, there seemed to be nothing she could do.    

Mo Xiaohe's right hand gradually calmed down, and the purple color on his wrist also gradually turned red.    

Mu Qingqing looked at him, wondering what he would do next.    

However, his thoughts were very calm, and he only had one word to say — endure.    

What was going on?    

She had reason to believe that the pain Mo Xiaohe felt just now was the kind of piercing pain, otherwise he wouldn't have gritted his teeth and spoken to her. But why was it that he didn't want to do any tests, nor did he want to go to the imperial capital to look for a large hospital?    

"It's just a small problem." His voice was a little hoarse as he spoke.    

Small problem? He was in so much pain that he was sweating. How small a problem could this be?    

Mu Qingqing took a tissue from the table and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.    

"Listen to me. We're leaving for the imperial capital right now." Mu Qingqing didn't allow him to refuse.    

"Will you come with me?" Her concern couldn't just be a verbal concern. Mo Xiaohe was more looking forward to her staying by his side and accompanying him to the hospital in the capital.    

"I'll keep you company." She agreed straightforwardly.    

After the sweet pastries were served, Mu Qingqing didn't let Mo Xiaohe feed her anymore. She was already full after just a few bites.    

The rain had stopped outside the window, and the weather was still gloomy. After eating breakfast, Mo Xiaohe went to the front desk to pay the bill. When they walked out of the coffee shop, Mu Qingqing took the initiative to wrap her arms around Mo Xiaohe's arm. It was always Mo Xiaohe who took the initiative, so she should exercise her authority as his girlfriend.    

One was tall and the other was short, and they were holding hands and looking at each other intimately. The people around them shot envious looks at them.    

When he entered the elevator, he coincidentally bumped into Zhan Yufei, who was carrying two large paper bags. It was obvious that he was a woman.    

Meeting him here was truly an accident. However, Mu Qingqing's heart didn't waver at all. Furthermore, there was Mo Xiaohe, who was standing beside her and glaring at her like a tiger eyeing its prey.    

When their eyes met, Mu Qingqing saw the unwillingness in Zhan Yufei's eyes.    

"Seizing the position of senior is something to be congratulated on. I wish you a happy wedding. " Since they had met, Mu Qingqing didn't hesitate to congratulate them openly. Then, he carried Mo Xiaohe into the elevator.    

Zhan Yufei had mixed feelings as he watched them leave.    

The bag in her hand was full of clothes for Mu Xiaoyou. She wanted everything, so she had to be satisfied with Zhan Family. At first, Mu Xiaoyou thought that Uncle Zhang was just an old man, she just needed to get Zhan Yufei to come personally to help her carry the clothes.    

Seeing that Mu Xiaoyou was pregnant, he naturally tolerated it. He only had one leg in front of the door of Mu Family right now, so in order to show off in front of Mu Anren, he naturally followed Mu Xiaoyou.    

"Thank you." Zhan Yufei reluctantly agreed, but in his heart, he despised himself. Why didn't you chase after the people you like, instead, you have to serve the old Buddha like Mu Xiaoyou.    

Feelings really couldn't be forced.    

Mu Qingqing turned around and glanced at the clothes in Zhan Yufei's hand, giving him a meaningful look.    

With just that one glance, the string that Zhan Yufei had tensed up for many days instantly collapsed. He held the bag tightly in his hand and silently stood behind them.    

Mo Xiaohe was keenly aware of the unfriendly atmosphere behind him. He gripped Mu Qingqing's ten fingers tightly and silently led her out of the elevator.    

The air in the underground parking lot was a little heavy. Mo Xiaohe's thin lips formed a straight line as he said in a deep voice, "He has hostility towards you."    

"Carrying Mu Xiaoyou's clothes, for the sake of Mu Family's property, he doesn't even want his own self-esteem. Is it wrong for me to look down on such a person? " Mu Qingqing could clearly see Zhan Yufei's thoughts, so she naturally wouldn't miss the unwillingness in his eyes.    

However, he had chosen the path himself. Why would he blame it on someone else?    

In this life, if Zhan Yufei were to marry Mu Xiaoyou, it would already be a good result for her to be able to send her blessings.    

What Mu Qingqing didn't know was that after their car drove out of the parking lot, Zhan Yufei threw a few new sets of clothes into the trash can. In addition, he even kicked over the trash can in anger.    

"Xiaohe, I contacted Xiaoyun. Let's go to the forest park and wait for him." Mu Qingqing had already sent a text message to Hua Qinghe from the front passenger seat. She wouldn't be able to get home today.    

"Stop the car in the parking lot." Mo Xiaohe reminded her that the parking lot in the forest park was not safe. Sometimes, there would be a tire thief who would come to this remote location. He took the wheel and drove towards the garden district. Temporary parking spaces are charged for hours.    

After locking the car, Mo Xiaohe took the medical kit from her hands and looked at her lovingly.    

"Aren't you going to call Auntie?" Mu Qingqing thought of Ren Xinru. She might be waiting for her son to come home for dinner.    

"I sent her a message last night saying that I have an appointment with a comrade to travel to Yuanjiang River." Mo Xiaohe had already made up an excuse to spend the time with Mu Qingqing.    

Mo Xiaohe didn't feel annoyed about the change in direction at all. On the contrary, he was willing to do it.    

"Are you really going to Yuanjiang River?" Mu Qingqing suddenly asked him seriously.    

"Which comrade of mine is on vacation?" Mo Xiaohe teased her.    

That was true. She had asked Wang Xianliang for Mo Xiaohe's fake name.    

Passing by the convenience store in the forest park, Mo Xiaohe bought a bunch of snacks and filled three bags.    

"For Xiaoyun?" Mu Qingqing saw through his thoughts with one glance.    

"He's working hard on drugs. You can't let him work hungry." Mo Xiaohe had always liked to buy snacks for Mo Xiaoyun. The little guy was usually afraid that Mo Xiaoyun would be angry, but when it saw that there was a snack, it wouldn't be afraid of Mo Xiaohe's murderous intent.    

As night fell, a gale began to blow. Mu Qingqing and Mo Xiaohe boarded the spaceship together with the wind blowing strongly in the empty space behind the forest park.    

"How's the research going?" Mu Qingqing went closer to the screen and saw that a small piece of the screen was filled with words. She knew that Mo Xiaoyun was flipping through the medical books.    

"I've checked everything that has to do with blood. Brother Mo's situation doesn't match the ones on the board at all." Mo Xiaoyun set the flight procedures and continued to check the medical records.    

Mu Qingqing thought for a moment and told Mo Xiaoyun about what happened today at the coffee shop.    

"Master, are you sure Brother Mo's arm turned purple?" Mo Xiaoyun looked at Mu Qingqing in shock. What kind of strange disease was that?    

The hands would suddenly weaken, and the skin would wrinkle, turn purple, and fade.    

If he was poisoned, he probably wouldn't be able to recover from it. If the hand is weak, it should be a muscle injury. However, Mo Xiaoyun examined Mo Xiaohe's body. His muscle tissue was intact, his blood was functioning normally, and the color was not purple. As for the creases in his skin, he was sure they were the sequelae of a change of blood, and he would have to apply the ointment for a long time.    

"Yes." Mu Qingqing saw through his thoughts. It seemed that Mo Xiaohe's illness was really severe. Even Mo Xiaoyun was momentarily at a loss as to what to do.    

"Is it related to the drugs injected into the city under the island?" Mu Qingqing thought of that horrifying Fantasy Noun No.18. At that time, Mo Xiaohe had taken an antidote pill, but later on, he changed his blood. Perhaps that drug had changed in his body, resulting in his current symptoms.    

"I need the exact same drug." Mo Xiaoyun can only rely on elimination method to confirm the disease of Mo Xiaohe.