Just thinking that in a little while he would be registering his marriage with Gu Yixuan, Mo Ran couldn’t help but laugh.
Soon, Fujiwara Ize finished his call, walked back in, and sat down again.
"Let’s continue eating. What did you call this dish again?"
Mo Ran began to introduce the names of the dishes to him again.
While eating, Fujiwara Ize suddenly frowned slightly and his breathing became rapid. Read complete version only at NoveI(F)ire.net
Mo Ran noticed something was wrong and felt nervous.
"Mr. Yuan, what’s wrong?"
He gave a faint smile and helplessly said, "I’m allergic to shrimp, so I can’t eat them. It might be an allergic reaction."
Mo Ran was shocked, "You should have told me earlier! I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have let you eat the shrimp!"
Turned out, he wasn’t incapable of peeling shrimp; he couldn’t eat them. Her mind was too simple. How could she have just believed his words, even peeling the shrimp for him, forcing him to eat it?
He waved his hand, still smiling warmly as if he would keep smiling even if the sky fell.
"It’s okay, I couldn’t waste your kind gesture. I thought eating just one wouldn’t be a problem, but I still had an allergic reaction."
Sure enough, small red rashes began to appear on the backs of his hands, his neck, and his face.
"I’ll take you to the hospital!" Mo Ran immediately stood up.
Fujiwara Ize didn’t speak; he just let her help him into a taxi and went to a large hospital he had specified.
Mo Ran didn’t think too much about it, assuming he only trusted this hospital, that’s why he insisted on going there.
After all, wealthy people don’t trust small hospitals.
Upon arriving at the hospital, his allergic reaction became much more severe, his breathing became very difficult, and he was quickly taken into the emergency room.
Mo Ran anxiously waited outside for a long time until her phone rang, prompting her to suddenly realize that she still had to go to the civil affairs office to register her marriage.
Picking up the call, Gu Yixuan’s voice was full of displeasure.
"Where are you? Why haven’t you come over yet?" They had agreed to meet at the civil affairs office, and he had been waiting for several minutes already. She still hadn’t shown up, and his anxiety was through the roof.
Mo Ran looked at the time; it was just past two o’clock, and she let out a sigh of relief.
"I have something to deal with, I’ll come over later. Please wait for me a little longer."
"What’s so important that it takes precedence over getting married?!"
She wanted to tell him the truth, but considering his dislike for Fujiwara, he would definitely get angry if she told him.
"It’s just something. Please, just wait for me a little longer!" Mo Ran had no choice but to act coyly.
"...How much longer?" It was clear that Gu Yixuan was speaking with reluctance.