Mo Bei's fingers were flying, and soon she peeled off the skin of an apple, cut it into small pieces, inserted a piece with a toothpick and brought it to his mouth.
"Eating some fruit will be good for your wound recovery." Seeing that Jiao Yang didn't move, Mo Bei raised his chin lightly, "Open your mouth?"
Helpless, Jiao Yang had no choice but to open his mouth, and she smiled and stuffed the piece into his mouth. Watching him eat it, she immediately inserted another piece and brought it over.
The door to the hospital bed was pushed open. Mo Bei heard the sound and didn't pay attention. He just refused to lift the piece of apple. Jiao Yang saw the Duke of Kent walking in and hurriedly closed his open mouth.
Mo Bei was unprepared, and the apple stuck on the toothpick fell down and fell on the pillow. She hurriedly stretched out her palm to catch it.
"This one is dirty, I'll give you a new one."
"No, I won't eat."
"That's okay, you just have one piece."
Mo Bei inserted the fruit again and saw Jiao Yang staring behind her. She turned around in confusion and saw a tall man with deep eyebrows standing at the door.
Mo Bei has never met the Duke of Kent in person, but this figure who often appears on the covers of newspapers, TV and financial magazines is known to almost every British person, and she is certainly no exception.
Shocked, Mo Bei hurriedly stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Duke."
"Get out." The Duke of Kent's voice was cold.
Mo Bei was stunned at first, then smiled and said, "Okay, you guys chat, I just happened to be out for a while."
She was about to leave, and there was already a warm palm on her left wrist.
Mo Bei turned around in confusion. Jiao Yang had already taken her wrist, pulled her hand in front of his face, and ate the piece of apple stuck on the fork in her hand into her mouth.
"I want to eat that fish soup tonight, is that okay?"
"Of course... you can, I'll do it for you."
"Thank you." Jiao Yang smiled and let go of her palm, "See you later."
"See you soon." Mo Bei smiled back at him, put down his fork and left.
"Give me the fruit plate." Jiao Yang spoke again.
Mo Bei took the plate with apples over and gave it to him. She nodded to the Duke of Kent, walked out of the ward, and gave instructions to her subordinates who were waiting outside the door before she left the hospital.
In the ward, Jiao Yang picked up a piece of apple with a fork, raised his face and looked at the Duke of Kent, "Please don't treat her like this. This matter is not her fault at all. It is me who has been pestering her, not her pestering me."
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Although he had promised that he would not be with Mo Bei, Jiao Yang should not be able to accept the Duke of Kent's attitude towards Mo Bei, so he deliberately showed that he took the initiative to get close to her just now.
The Duke of Kent glanced at the fruit plate in his hand, and his eyes fell on the bed next to him. There were some things that obviously belonged to women on the bed. It was not difficult for him to see that Mo Bei had been sleeping with Jiao Yang here for the past two days.
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"Don't forget what you promised me."
"I remember it very clearly. Today is the third day. There are still four days left. I will solve it." Jiao Yang raised his face, "I also hope you remember your promise to me."
The Duke of Kent glanced at his hanging leg, which was wrapped in a heavy plaster.
"How is your leg recovering?"
"It's okay." Jiao Yang shrugged, "How is mom?"
"She is recovering well and was discharged from hospital successfully this morning."
Thinking of his mother, Jiao Yang felt full of apologies. At this time, he should have been taking care of her at her bedside.
