Don't Provoke Princess

Mo Xiaohe filled the bowl for Ye Zichen as he watched him put the bowl down. I'm sorry for offending you. "    

    

Yang Xiao swallowed his saliva and quickly ate two mouthfuls to calm himself down. This was the third bowl.    

    

Mu Qingqing couldn't be bothered with the two of them. As long as they couldn't fight, they could say whatever they wanted.    

    

"Don't be so particular, we are all friends." Yang Xiao laughed, wanting to pass the wine over. He had caused his own death tonight, to invite such a black-hearted master, causing him to be unable to step down from the stage.    

    

"We'll be friends from now on." It was Mo Xiaohe's business whether Yang Xiao did it or not, since Mo Xiaohe did it himself.    

    

After lighting up the bowl with not a single drop of wine remaining, Mo Xiaohe finally expressed his sincerity.    

    

Yang Xiao looked at their postures. There were so many people here, it would be embarrassing if they didn't drink. He forced himself to carry the bowl and the wine, but he could not drink it.    

    

"Don't force yourself if you can't drink." Mo Xiaohe said 'kindly'.    

    

Yang Xiao swallowed it down with great difficulty. He pretended to be strong and said, "Who said that I can't drink anymore?"    

    

[God damn, Mo Xiaohe has already drank three bowls. Drinking this high concentration is like drinking water.]    

    

Mu Qingqing saw Yang Xiao's thoughts and blinked her eyes as she looked at Mo Xiaohe. Was this person really fine? Mo Xiaohe's face was the same as usual, not red at all.    

    

Yang Xiao's face was red.    

    

Mo Xiaohe filled another bowl, without even eating a single mouthful.    

    

Yang Xiao quickly started to eat. Communication between men was simple, whoever got drunk first lost.    

    

"This bowl is for you, Auntie. I hope Auntie doesn't take any offense to heart." Mo Xiaohe also knew that he shouldn't have attacked, but he still acted on impulse.    

    

Seeing Mo Xiaohe pick up the wine bowl, Yang Xiao felt like breaking down. He was too rude earlier, it was only right for him to apologize to his elders. Since Mo Xiaohe had already served up the dishes, it was obvious that he did not realize his mistake.    

    

Therefore, he took the bowl with trembling hands and said to Hua Qinghe with a smile, "Auntie, I also have something wrong with me. I apologize to you."    

    

"Drink less, it's not good for your health." Hua Qinghe advised.    

    

Mo Xiaohe drank the wine in his bowl without any hesitation. Drinking wine is like drinking mineral water.    

    

Seeing this, Yang Xiao emptied his bowl. Wouldn't it be too rude for him to drink just a little? He smiled lightly and raised his head to start drinking.    

    

"Puff …" Yang Xiao finally couldn't drink anymore. He spat his wine on the ground beside him as his stomach was burning.    

    

"Don't try to be brave if you can't drink." Mo Xiaohe glanced at him indifferently. With just this amount of alcohol, he still dared to call himself big brother. What a joke.    

    

Mu Qingqing finally understood that Mo Xiaohe was doing it on purpose. He was not convinced that Yang Xiao was older than him, nor was he willing to call others older brother. Thus, he used this method to dispel Yang Xiao's thoughts. My god, he was really evil.    

    

"Yang Xiao, are you alright?" Mu Qingqing, on the other hand, didn't care about Mo Xiaohe anymore. Her attention was all on Yang Xiao.    

    

Yang Xiao couldn't hold it anymore and quickly ran to the men's restroom, vomiting until the sky turned dark.    

    

"Xiaohe, go take a look at him." Mu Qingqing was a little worried that Yang Xiao was alone in the toilet, afraid that something might happen to him.    

    

Mo Xiaohe saw her worried expression and couldn't help but feel sullen. She was still worried about Yang Xiao?    

    

"Xiaohe, I'll go. I'll see him." Zhuo Tianqi volunteered. It was not that he didn't want Mo Xiaohe to go, but he was afraid that the vinegar jar would topple over and make Yang Xiao dizzy by running to the bathroom.    

    

"I'll go by myself." Mo Xiaohe stood up and looked in the direction of the bathroom. He then patted Mu Qingqing's head and walked towards the bathroom.    

    

Yang Xiao was throwing up while holding the trash can. Mo Xiaohe took some tissue from the side and handed it to him.    

    

"How long have you and Qing known each other?" Mo Xiaohe still wasn't clear about Yang Xiao's identity, but such a character wasn't on Mu Qingqing's side in his previous life.    

    

Yang Xiao vomited for a while and his stomach felt a little better. He happily laughed and replied, "It's been so many years. Why are you asking so much about her and me?"    

    

Years?    

    

Mo Xiaohe couldn't remember him, but what went wrong?    

    

"Her business is my business. Brother Yang, you are Qing's friend. "We'll be friends from now on." Mo Xiaohe really couldn't call out Brother Yang like that, so he called him Brother Yang in a euphemistic manner.    

    

"She's the most rational girl I've ever met. She never messes around with herself. I really admire her." Yang Xiao praised Mu Qingqing from the bottom of his heart.    

    

Mo Xiaohe stared at the back of Yang Xiao's head. He really wanted to smack Yang Xiao to death. What should he do?    

    

"Ouch!" Yang Xiao vomited again. This time, the situation was different. He saw bright red blood.    

    

"You vomited blood?" Mo Xiaohe's observation skills were much better than ordinary people. The first thing he saw was that Yang Xiao was vomiting blood.    

    

Yang Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.    

    

"Let's go." Mo Xiaohe held Yang Xiao's armpits and helped him walk towards the hall.    

    

Zhuo Tianqi also realized that something was wrong and immediately walked towards Mo Xiaohe.    

    

"Xiaohe, what's wrong?" Zhuo Tianqi asked him.    

    

"Drive him to the hospital." Mo Xiaohe had already drunk his fill, and among his brothers, only Lee Mingyi didn't.    

    

"Mingyi, drive." Zhuo Tianqi drank some, too, and Lee Mingyi had to do the job.    

    

"Yang Xiao, how are you?" Mu Qingqing came closer, she noticed the blood on Yang Xiao's mouth. Stomach bleeding? "    

    

"Don't worry, we won't die. "Accompany Auntie home. I won't trouble you to take care of such a small matter." Yang Xiao raised his eyelids gloomily. It felt good to have someone to care for him. Perhaps it was because he had been with Hua Qinghe for a long time that he started to feel the warmth of an elder in his family.    

    

"Yang Xiao, hurry up and go to the hospital." Hua Qinghe also came over and looked at Yang Xiao with concern.    

    

"Alright, Auntie, don't worry too much about me." Yang Xiao walked crookedly forward. If it wasn't for Mo Xiaohe and Zhuo Tianqi supporting him, he would have already fallen to the ground.    

    

Mu Qingqing walked them to the door before returning to accompany Hua Qinghe. The people at the table next door had all left. Yuv Yufan and the others saw Mo Xiaohe leave, so naturally there was no reason for them to stay. They quickly paid the bill and chased after them.    

    

"Mom, can I take these dishes back with me to eat?" Mu Qingqing looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock in the morning, so Hua Qinghe was still not used to taking off her mask and was unable to eat anything.    

    

"Alright." Hua Qinghe nodded.    

    

Thus, Mu Qingqing found a packing case and packed the dishes on the table one by one.    

    

The two of them drove back to their rented place.    

    

After sending Hua Qinghe home, Mu Qingqing was a little worried about Yang Xiao.    

    

"Qingqing, go and take a look. We can relax a little after taking a look." Hua Qinghe knew that she was worried about Yang Xiao. That young man was smiling all day long. She was worried too because of this problem.    

    

"Then you should rest early at home." Mu Qingqing took the key and went downstairs.    

    

After dialing Mo Xiaohe's number, Mu Qingqing asked him, "Which hospital are you in?"    

    

"The Second People's Hospital." Mo Xiaohe answered her.    

    

"I'll be right over." Mu Qingqing hung up the phone and hurried in the direction of the Second People's Hospital.    

    

In the corridor of the hospital, Yuv Yufan sat opposite Mo Xiaohe and whispered, "What's wrong with Brother Mo? I finally made a trip back, but I don't seem to be happy at all."    

    

Lee Mingyi shook his head. "It's probably because of Mu Qingqing."    

    

"Brother Mo, are you the kind of person that would get so angry over a girl? You're really a despicable person." Yuv Yufan hurt him. In his heart, Mo Xiaohe was a man who could support both heaven and earth. Among the brothers, he was someone who had been used as a role model since he was young. Will you be angry over such a trivial matter?    

    

"That's because you've never been in love." Lee Mingyi looked at the hopeless Yuv Yufan and shook his head.    

    

Mo Xiaohe looked sharply at Lee Mingyi and asked, "Mingyi, you seem to know a lot about it?"    

    

"Ha, I know a bit, I know a bit." Lee Mingyi smirked and said in a deep voice, "I have been rejected so many times, how can I not understand?    

    

Mo Xiaohe asked again: "What should I do if I refuse?"    

    

"It can't be, Brother Mo. How can someone as amazing as you be rejected?" Lee Mingyi looked at him in surprise.    

    

"It's fine if you refuse, but don't worry about changing your target." Zhuo Tianqi slowly walked out of the ward and leisurely looked at Mo Xiaohe. He seemed to be missing a string of emotions as he plunged it into Mo Xiaohe's heart.    

    

"Nope." Mo Xiaohe's face was sullen as he focused on Lee Mingyi, waiting for his answer.    

    

"In my opinion, as long as one has profound martial arts skills and the iron pestle is ground into a needle, one cannot just give up on this matter just because he has been rejected once or twice, right? As long as she doesn't have anyone she likes, there's room for redemption. " Lee Mingyi lowered his eyes. At this moment, he taught Mo Xiaohe quite a good lesson, but his business was still a mess.    

    

People I like...    

    

Mo Xiaohe thought of Zhan Yufei, who was married to Mu Qingqing in his previous life. Could it be that Mu Qingqing being so cold to him had something to do with that surname?    

    

She could only like herself.    

    

Mo Xiaohe thought about it arrogantly and his expression relaxed a little.    

    

"However, Brother Mo, liking someone isn't like sticking around." Lee Mingyi revealed a sad expression. He then comforted her, "You're definitely not that kind of person."    

    

From the looks of it, Lee Mingyi had been deeply injured.    

    

When Mu Qingqing arrived, her forehead was covered in beads of sweat. She looked around in confusion as she tried to find the name Yang Xiao on the front desk.    

    

Perhaps she was afraid. Recently, whenever she touched the word hospital, she seemed to panic.    

    

Mo Xiaohe thought about it for a moment. It should be because of Aunt Qiong's death, which left a psychological shadow on Mo Xiaohe's heart.    

    

He walked over to her, looked at her lovingly, and said, "It's nothing, the doctor gave him some medicine, he's giving him some now."    

    

"Yes." Mu Qingqing replied. She clenched her fists so tightly that she was sweating.