2652. Chapter 2652 They don't know how to make noodles
Mo Bei's tone was so natural that Jiao Yang couldn't refuse. He raised his left hand without the pin, entered the phone book, dialed the number of the Duke's Palace, and dialed.
Seeing that the call was connected, Mo Bei immediately held the phone and put it to his ear.
The call was answered by the housekeeper. Upon hearing the housekeeper's voice, Jiao Yang immediately explained his current situation to the other party.
"So how are you now?" The butler sounded concerned.
"It's nothing serious." Jiao Yang replied.
"Which hospital are you in? I'll be there right away," the housekeeper added.
"What kind of hospital is this?" Jiao Yang asked.
Because he was brought here in a coma, Jiao Yang himself didn't know where he was.
Mo Bei reported the name of the hospital, and Jiao Yang immediately informed the housekeeper.
After he finished speaking, Mo Bei took back the phone and hung up. Then she stood up, poured some warm water, brought it to his mouth with a spoon, "Drink some water!"
Her tone was gentle, and he couldn't bear to refuse, nor did he want to refuse.
This may be his only chance in this life to enjoy her warmth and care. He can at least enjoy this moment greedily.
So he opened his mouth obediently and drank the water from the spoon.
She fed him spoonful by spoonful, and he drank it one by one until he drank the entire glass of water, even though he was obviously not thirsty at all.
"Do you want more?" She didn't stop until there was no more drop of water in the cup.
Jiao Yang shook his head, he couldn't be too greedy.
Mo Bei put the spoon into the cup, took a paper towel and gently wiped away the water stains on the corners of his lips, "I'm so stupid, I can't do this kind of thing well."
He wanted to comfort her, but after thinking about it, he still didn't speak.
"Does it hurt?" Mo Bei retracted his finger.
"The anesthetic hasn't worn off yet, so I can't feel it." Jiao Yang twitched the corner of his lips, "I can't feel the existence of that leg at all now."
In fact, no, the anesthetic had already gradually worn off. Not only was there a fracture on my right calf, but there was also a deep cut, which was very painful.
Before he finished speaking, Mo Bei suddenly straightened up and moved his face towards him. Jiao Yang instinctively raised his gaze and looked at her face that was gradually enlarging. He turned his face and wanted to dodge.
Her cheeks felt warm as she held his face with her palms, and then pressed her forehead against his.
Her forehead was slightly cool, but the air she breathed out was hot, intertwined with his breath.
Her eyes were clear in black and white, only a few centimeters away from his. There was a lot of meaning in that gaze. Jiao Yang lowered his eyes, trying to avoid her gaze, but as soon as he moved his gaze, it fell on her lips.
superior.
Her lips were slightly parted, and a hint of neat white teeth could be seen.
"I don't have a fever." Mo Bei raised his face slightly and moved his forehead away from his, but did not leave. He just looked into his eyes a few centimeters away, "Am I really that beautiful? You said that in court before.
"
Jiao Yang smiled, "I said that to at least fifty women."
Of course he was lying. The truth was that before, he didn't need to say any love words to women at all, they would climb into his bed willingly.
"Really?" A flash of emotion that he couldn't understand flashed in Mo Bei's eyes, "Then have you also eaten noodles cooked for you by many women?"
Her tone seemed ridiculing, but there was a touch of heartache in it.
His heart tightened, and then he raised the corners of his lips, "They don't know how to make noodles. They can only make steaks and Italian dishes."
