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When Ning Huan brought the personally brewed chicken soup to the ward, Han Mo Bei still hadn't woken up yet.

Ning Huan sat on the bedside, lost in thought while looking at Han Mo Bei's somewhat pale face.

Normally, Han Mo Bei gave off an air of arrogance and domineering arrogance. He seemed to look down on everything. He was the pride of the heavens, and no one dared to disobey him.

But now, this man who stood at the top of the clouds and looked down upon everything was lying there quietly. His quiet facial expression made him look like a big boy.

Actually, Han Mo Bei was not that old to begin with. He was only twenty-four years old, but the status of being the head of the Han family did not allow him to show any signs of immaturity.

He was just a normal big boy. He would be in pain, he would feel sad for not being able to get a woman he loved, and he would want warmth and love.

Ning Huan stared at Han Mo Bei for a long time before sighing. She stretched out her hand and caressed his brow. Han Mo Bei frowned. Ning Huan lightly rubbed her brow, but didn't open it.

After about half an hour, Ning Huan yawned and felt like sleeping. Just as she was about to lie down, she saw Han Mo Bei's eyes open up.

Ning Huan asked in surprise, "You're awake?"

Han Mo Bei seemed to not have recovered yet. His eyes rolled back for a moment before he finally said, "En."

"Are you hungry?" Ning Huan asked again.

Han Mo Bei raised his head to look at Ning Huan indifferently and shook his head.

Ning Huan looked at Han Mo Bei's pale face and said, "If you're not hungry, you should at least eat a bit. Your face is as pale as a ghost's."

Han Mo Bei raised his head and looked at Ning Huan. After a long while, he finally managed to utter a single word, "Yes."

Ning Huan reached for the thermos bottle on the bedside table. When she opened it, the chicken soup was still steaming and a fragrant smell wafted out.

Ning Huan scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to Han Mo Bei's mouth. For a long time, Han Mo Bei didn't open his mouth. Ning Huan frowned. Her hand turned sour as she said, "Open your mouth."

Han Mo Bei suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ning Huan's hand. Ning Huan was frightened for a moment and instinctively tried to break free, but the moment her arm exerted force, it met Han Mo Bei's eyes. Perhaps it was because Han Mo Bei was sick, but his eyes actually looked like those of a pitiful little puppy.

In the end, Ning Huan couldn't bear to break free. She said, "Hold on to me, I can't feed you soup."

Han Mo Bei stared blankly for a moment before finally releasing his hand.

Ning Huan returned the chicken soup to Han Mo Bei's mouth. Han Mo Bei finally opened his mouth and swallowed the spoon of chicken soup.

Ning Huan raised her head and asked with a hint of anticipation, "Is it good?"

Actually, Han Mo Bei was sick and couldn't taste anything. However, when he saw Ning Huan's raised face, he still nodded his head and said, "En."

Ning Xi whispered in her heart, "Hmm, hmm, can you please say something else?"

Although she muttered in her heart, Ning Huan still patiently fed the chicken soup into Han Mo Bei's mouth.

After feeding the chicken soup, Ning Huan looked at the apple on the table and asked, "Do you want to eat an apple?"

Han Mo Bei looked at Ning Huan, then looked at the apple on the table and nodded, "En."

Ning Xi thought in her heart, "It's OK again, you must be addicted to it, right?"

Ning Huan played an internal scene in her heart as she peeled an apple for Han Mo Bei.

Ning Huan cut the apples into small pieces and placed them in a clean glass bowl. She then took out a fork and fed it to Han Mo Bei one by one.

When Ning Huan fed one, Han Mo Bei obediently ate it without saying a word.

In the end, it was Ning Huan who broke the silence. "Is the apple sweet?" Just as she finished asking, Ning Huan regretted it immediately. I told you to find something to talk about, what kind of bullshit questions are you asking? If it's not sweet, can he eat them one by one?

As expected, Han Mo Bei indifferently replied, "En."

Ning Huan couldn't hold it in any longer. She woke up from Han Mo Bei's sleep and said a total of five words of 'En' to her. There wasn't a single extra word.

Ning Huan placed the apple that she hadn't finished feeding on the bedside table and said, "Don't tell me you have aphasia? Can you tell me something else? Why do you only know how to say yes? "

This was the first time Han Mo Bei had seen Ning Huan speak to him in such a lively manner, just like a woman who had lost her temper at her boyfriend. Han Mo Bei was stunned.

Ning Huan tilted her head and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?" Did he really turn into a mute? "

Han Mo Bei looked at Ning Huan in disbelief. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Then …" When I talk to you in the future, do you always add in the main guest? "

When Ning Huan heard Han Mo Bei's reply, she could only bitterly smile. Just now, when Han Mo Bei looked at her, his eyes flashed with innocence. How could she possibly be angry?

Ning Huan picked up the glass bowl once again and said, "You don't need to fill in all of the forms for your host. Just don't say 'hmm' and that'll do."

Han Mo Bei was about to nod and say, "En," but he immediately changed his mind. "Okay."

Ning Huan smiled in satisfaction and fed the rest of the apples into Han Mo Bei's mouth.

After she finished feeding the apple, Ning Huan sat on the bed. The atmosphere became awkward.

Ning Huan bit her lip. After a long time, she finally said, "Hurry up and get up. When you're better, we'll all go back to the capital together."

Han Mo Bei was still immersed in the joy of having Ning Huan feed her just now, so he didn't hear what Ning Huan said. When his reflexes successfully transmitted those words into his brain, Han Mo Bei thought he was hallucinating.

He stared at Ning Huan and asked, "What did you just say?"

Ning Huan replied, "Hurry up and get well."

Han Mo Bei shook his head. "That's not it. Next sentence."

Ning Huan thought for a moment, then replied, "Yes …" The next sentence was, "When you get better."

Han Mo Bei became a little anxious and said, "That's not it. Next sentence."

Ning Huan thought for a moment before saying, "The next sentence is," Our family of three … " Ning Huan's face turned red before she could finish speaking. She shook her head and said, "I'm not speaking. You clearly heard what I said. I didn't say it twice."

Han Mo Bei looked at Ning Huan's blushing face and suddenly let out a soft laugh. He embraced Ning Huan and kissed her heart. "You just said that we're a family of three."

Ning Huan lowered her head, her ears red. She bit her lip and asked, "Do you think the one in my stomach is a boy or a girl?"

Han Mo Bei stretched out his hand and carefully caressed Ning Huan's stomach. "My sixth sense tells me that this is a daughter."

"You don't like him even though he's your son?" Ning Huan asked.

Han Mo Bei harrumphed, "He's my son. Even if I like him, I'll give him to Jian Xia to train in the army. In the future, he'll be in charge of making money for us to spend." "If she is our daughter, we will spoil her. I will give her everything, so that she will have nothing to worry about every day."

When Ning Huan heard Han Mo Bei's words, she also began to hope that the child was a girl. If it was a boy, then it would be too pitiful. He hadn't even been born yet and was already destined to live a hardworking life.