Chapter 502: 138: Li Xianxian was sentenced to death, the boss is a straight male_4
Mo Qishen said, “It’s all what I should do.”
Ni Cuihua was very satisfied with her future son-in-law, Mo Qishen.
After delivering Ni Cuihua and Little Ni Yun to their car, Mo Qishen returned.
“Has my mom left?” asked Ni Yang.
“Yes.” Mo Qishen continued, “What do you want to eat tonight? I can go buy it for you.”
Ni Yang flipped a page in the notebook on the table and said, “I can eat anything, brother Mo, you don’t have to go through the trouble of going out to buy. You can just get food from the hospital cafeteria.”
“The cafeteria food lacks nutrition.” Mo Qishen put on his coat from the rack, “Yangyang, I’ll be right back.”
Even though it was early summer, the evening in Beijing City was a bit cool. People going out were all wearing jackets.
Mo Qishen didn’t head straight to the restaurant; he first stopped by a phone booth.
“Hello. Keep a close eye on the lawyer; don’t give Sun Dalian any chance for a reduced sentence.” After finishing his sentence, Mo Qishen hung up the phone with a frosty face, left the phone booth and headed to the restaurant.
He didn’t need to handle buying the meal himself, but when it concerned Ni Yang, he didn’t want others to do it.
Just as he was nearing the hospital entrance, he ran into Ji Rou who was coming out.
Mo Qishen chose to ignore her, but Ji Rou greeted him warmly, “Hey! What a coincidence, Mo Qishen! Are you out buying dinner?”
Mo Qishen nodded slightly.
Ji Rou glanced at her watch and went on, “It’s still early. Since we haven’t seen each other for a long time, why don’t we grab something to eat first? We can buy food for your girlfriend later.”
All relationships are built over time through daily interactions, so Ji Rou wouldn’t miss any opportunity to spend time with Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen flatly rejected her.
Ji Rou said, “What? Are you afraid your girlfriend might misunderstand? It’s just a casual gathering between old classmates, it’s no big deal. You can’t cut off all your social interactions just because of your girlfriend, right?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Rou continued,
“Mo Qishen, you are really too in love with your girlfriend! I really envy her. How lucky she is to have found such a good boyfriend like you! Why don’t I have that kind of luck?”
“You’re just unlucky.” Mo Qishen replied bluntly. After his statement, he ignored Ji Rou and walked away.
Ji Rou watched Mo Qishen’s retreating figure, speechless for a while.
What does he mean she’s unlucky?
She was born as the Ji family’s heiress. How could she be considered unlucky?
Ji Rou grew even more curious about what Mo Qishen’s girlfriend looked like, since he was so protective of her!
He wouldn’t even give her a sliver of opportunity!
“Miss Ji.” At that moment, a young man ran up to her.
“What’s the matter?” Ji Rou’s expression changed instantly.
“Have you gotten the medication yet? Mr. Abner is getting anxious.”
Ji Rou nodded, “I have the medication. Let’s go.” She had wanted to follow Mo Qishen to get a glimpse of his girlfriend, but it seemed she would have to wait for another opportunity.
She refused to believe that Mo Qishen and his girlfriend got along so well that they never even had a quarrel!
Mo Qishen came back to the ward with the meal in a box, fetched a basin of water from the bathroom, placed it by the bed, held the basin with one hand and brushed her loose hair away from her ear with the other. His rough fingers contrasted sharply with her delicate skin.
“Yangyang, time to wash your hands and eat.”
Ni Yang was preoccupied with her writing. She looked up in surprise at the sound of Mo Qishen’s voice, “Brother Mo, why did you bring the water here? You could have just told me, I could have washed my hands in the bathroom.”
“You’re injured. It’s inconvenient for you.” Replied Mo Qishen.
Ni Yang laughed, “You make it sound as if I’m a paraplegic. It’s only a superficial wound; I’m not so seriously injured that I can’t even wash my hands.”
Just as Ni Yang was about to start eating, Mo Qishen held a spoonful of food to her mouth.
The porcelain white spoon was filled with chicken soup with a layer of butter floating on top, its aroma wafting into the air.
“Brother Mo, what are you trying to do?”
“Feed you.” Mo Qishen spooned the soup directly into her mouth.
With no choice but to swallow the delicious chicken soup, Ni Yang took the bowl and spoon from Mo Qishen’s hands, “I can do it myself, Brother Mo, you should eat too.”
Ni Yang was not immobile; she couldn’t possibly let Mo Qishen feed her.