Mo Yaochen held her in his arms, raised his hand and patted her back gently, "Then I'll press it gently next time."

This woman is so thin and has such a weak stomach.

Didn't she even get anything to eat?!

Bei Wanxing drank some water, and the feeling of nausea was not so obvious, "Do you think... could I have gastritis?"

"Who agreed?!" Mo Yaochen glared at her and put his palm on her stomach, but did not dare to press it anymore, "You live with me and you got gastritis from me?"

The symptoms are indeed similar. He also had nausea before eating and his appetite was not very good.

"I'll take you to have a gastroscopy tomorrow."

"I don't want it!" Bei Wanxing's hair stood up at the thought of having a tube inserted from her throat into her stomach. She hurriedly raised three fingers at him, "I will eat well and keep drinking milk...after a while

If you still feel uncomfortable, can you take me there again?"

Mo Yaochen glanced at her, "Are you sure you can keep up the heat for these three minutes?"

"When did I have three minutes of heat?"

"Every time I do it, you call me out only three minutes after I go in. Isn't this three minutes of heat?!"

"..."

He is completely hopeless!

Bei Wanxing rolled her eyes, and Mo Yaochen hugged her and walked back to the dining table, "From now on, drink milk with me at night and I will supervise you!"

"I'm the one making the milk, I should be the one supervising you..."

"Then I won't drink anymore!"

"..."

The two returned to the table. Bei Wanxing's appetite suddenly improved after her nausea. After eating for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Um..."

"Who is that? Brother Naying?"

"...Mo Yaochen."

"Bao Zaoyue, can't you change the title to something more affectionate?!" She couldn't think of something like "honey, husband"?!

Bei Wanxing nodded when he heard this, "Pippi..."

"Bao Zaoyue! Your skin is itchy, aren't you?! Don't call me Pipi!"

"I want to ask you," Bei Wanxing bit his fork, "Is that watch... uncomfortable to wear?"

"..."

Why did the topic suddenly shift to watches?!

Mo Yaochen's back stiffened, but he didn't show it on his face. He cut the steak pretending to be relaxed, "Why is it uncomfortable? I'm used to wearing it."

Bei Wanxing looked at his empty wrist, "You left it in the company again...did you forget to bring it back?"

"Well, there is a long meeting in the afternoon. It should be placed in the conference room." Mo Yaochen glanced at her and added, "Don't worry, it won't be lost. No one dares to touch my things."

Bei Wanxing nodded, feeling a little disappointed because he forgot to bring his watch back for two days. Although it may be a bit stingy to think so, women all hope that their boyfriends can always wear the things they give...

He obviously wore it every day before.

Bei Wanxing was mixing salad dressing, her eyelashes were slightly drooped, and Mo Yaochen couldn't see the look in her eyes. Is this woman unhappy or angry?!

He coughed lightly, trying to lighten the atmosphere, "Bao Zaoyue, do you want to watch TV? It seems that Crayon Shin-chan is on now."

"good."

Mo Yaochen picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. The sound of Mei Ya yelling at Xiao Xin came from inside——

"No quibbles! Only things you don't like will be forgotten, but things you like will never be forgotten!"

I'm going!

Is the TV station deliberately discrediting him?!
Chapter completed!