"There are air conditioners on." Qiao Mianmian quietly leaned against his arms to keep warm, "but it was still a little cold. Sister Xie brought me a down jacket and put it in the nanny's car. I hadn't had time to get it."

"Get into the car quickly." Mo Yesi didn't say anything else, half-carried her towards Rolls-Royce on the side. Uncle Li was waiting aside. When he saw them coming, he immediately opened the car door.

After getting on the bus, Mo Yesi ordered Uncle Li: "Current the air conditioner temperature."

"Yes, young master." Uncle Li immediately raised the air conditioner several degrees and raised it to the car window, completely blocking the cold air outside the car.

The car is warm.

Soon, Qiao Mianmian felt her hands and feet warm. She was wearing Mo Yesi's cashmere coat and didn't feel cold at all.

Mo Yesi was still holding her hand, feeling her little hand slowly warming up, and her face improved a little.

"When I go back later, I will take the cold medicine." Mo Yesi said.

"What are you doing when taking cold medicine? I don't catch a cold." Qiao Mianmian blinked and said in confusion.

Mo Yesi lowered his eyes and looked at her: "It's such a cold day, so I'm wearing so little, and I'm still frozen. Taking cold medicine is a prevention. When you have a cold and take medicine, you'll be tortured for several days."

"Oh." Qiao Mianmian met his gaze with a smile, reached out and touched his handsome face, "Mo Yesi, have you always been so careful?"

"Hmm?" The man raised his eyebrows gently.

"Are you so careful with others?"

When he just married Mo Yesi, Qiao Mianmian felt that a wealthy young master like him who had been out of clothes since childhood would definitely not take care of others.

Everyone needs others to take care of him.

But later, she became the one he took care of.

His heart is more delicate than a woman in many things.

At least, Qiao Mianmian felt that Mo Yesi was much more careful than her.

She didn't expect many things, but he thought of them.

For example, drinking cold medicine to prevent this.

"What do you think?" Mo Yesi let the little woman in her arms touch his face randomly, and the three-point smile in her eyes was full of indulgence and doting. "Who else can make me fuck this heart besides you, a heartless little thing?"

"Your treatment here is unique, do you know?"

A hint of sweetness surged in Qiao Mianmian's heart.

Sometimes, women really don’t ask for much.

It is enough to have a man who always cares about himself and regards him as a treasure.

And Mo Yesi is such a man.

She was also very lucky to marry such a man.

"Oh." Qiao Mianmian responded with a long tail sound, her eyes curled, and she smiled into two crescent moons.

However, she was happy and was a little dissatisfied with the title Mo Yesi had just called her.

"Why do I say I have no conscience?" She bit the corner of her lips and stared at the man, "Where do I have no conscience?"

She even called her a little unconscience.

Mo Yesi had a smile in his deep eyes, and his thin lips were slightly lit up: "No conscience is everywhere, he is just a little ungrateful."

He is no different from his ancestors to her.

No, he has never been so obedient to his ancestors.

He almost dug out his heart and showed it to her.

He was full of affection and regarded her as the most important thing in his heart.

And what about her.

Mo Yesi still can't figure out what kind of feelings Qiao Mianmian has towards him.
Chapter completed!