Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

At Los Angeles hospital.

At around eight o’clock in the morning, Nan Heng and Feng Ling got off a black SUV.

Feng Ling went straight to Ji Nuan’s ward without saying anything. Nan Heng stood at the gate of the hospital, glanced at her back, raised his eyebrows, and smoked a cigarette before going in.

Just as he was about to go to Mo Jingshen’s ward, Feng Ling suddenly quickly walked over with a dark face. Nan Heng glanced at her and heard her say, “Mrs. Mo is gone.”

“She is gone? How could she walk out of the hospital without being found out when our men were watching?”

“Let me look for her.”

“Wait, no hurry.” Nan Heng said as he quickly walked to Mo Jingshen’s ward, pushing the door open and coming in.

As soon as he stepped in, he stopped. He suddenly stepped back, leaving the door of the ward ajar, and turned his eyes to Feng Ling who had not yet seen clearly inside and looked at him with a confused look.

As if to make sure of what he saw, Nan Heng hesitated for two seconds then came forward to open the door and glanced at the hospital bed again.

He did see Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen lying in the same bed.

“It seems that you don’t have to look for her.” Nan Heng said mockingly and signaled Feng Ling to look inside.

Feng Ling glanced and paused. She saw Ji Nuan carefully laying on her side beside Mo Jingshen with her hand across the quilt on his chest. Although Mo Jingshen was lying flat on his back, this scene seemed particularly peaceful and warm.

“I think she must have come to the ward as soon as visitors were allowed in early this morning.” Nan Heng gave a meaningful glance at the scene. He was about to shut the door as not to disturb the loving couple’s sleep when the man in the bed opened his eyes and looked indifferently at the door.

Ji Nuan didn’t sleep wasn’t very deep either. She awoke after hearing sounds of conversation at the door and looked up almost at the same time as Mo Jingshen.

When her gaze met Feng Ling and Nan Heng’s, Ji Nuan was still a little sleepy and confused. After pausing for two or three seconds, she sat up, almost forgetting that there was a temporarily immobile patient beside her. At the moment she laid her hand on his arm, she drew back, raised her eyes to the door, and looked back at the man who just woke up and was still so calm.

She felt as if she had been caught cheating in the bed…

She could sleep by herself, but she ran to her husband’s ward and slept with him, which was really embarrassing.

Seeing them wake up, Nan Heng smiled and pushed the door open, while Feng Ling, standing outside the door, hesitated and walked out, holding her phone.

“You came at six?” Nan Heng looked at Ji Nuan.

“Well, I didn’t sleep very well last night and woke up very early, so I came here at six o’clock.” Ji Nuan was about to get out of bed when the man in the bed grabbed her hand.

“Don’t mind him. Just sleep.” Mo Jingshen’s voice was mild and calm.

Ji Nuan. “…” Hearing this, she immediately drew back her leg.

His bed was so warm that she didn’t want to leave it. However, although Nan Heng didn’t say anything, the look he threw at them as he drew near the bed was evidently accusatory because they were playing lovey-dovey here.

After thinking for awhile about whether she should leave or stay in bed, Ji Nuan still gave in and continued to stay in his bed.

Ji Nuan pulled the quilt to cover her body, and then looked calmly at Nan Heng who was reaching for the water glass with one hand and taking out his cell phone with the other while silently staring at them.

At this moment, Ji Nuan was ashamed of her “PDA” (Public Display of Affection) act, so she went under the quilt, trying to keep Nan Heng’s attention on Mo Jingshen.

“I just fxcking came to visit the patient!” Nan Heng picked up the glass and filled it with water. After drinking half a glass of water with an ugly face, he saw that Ji Nuan was almost in Mo Jingshen’s arms.

Nan Heng: “…”

It was not that Ji Nuan wanted to lie down this time, but Mo Jingshen saw that she had accidentally opened the top two buttons of her hospital gown when she was sleeping, revealing her collarbone and skin, and he made her lie down under the quilt with his eyes.

When she finally lay down again, Ji Nuan turned her face away, trying not to see Nan Heng’s expression, but Mo Jingshen held her hand firmly and did not want to let go.

Although their hands were under the quilt, Nan Heng could tell what they were doing from the protruding part of the quilt.

Ji Nuan looked up at Mo Jingshen and mouthed, “Let go of me.”

Looking at her cheeks that stiffened a little with embarrassment and her bright eyes, Mo Jingshen gave her a smile and also mouthed, “No.”

Ji Nuan: “…” He knew she dared not push him away or break free from him because he was wounded.

Nan Heng glanced outside the ward only to see Feng Ling was gone and his face grew darker.

It was only after hearing the sound of the water cup being placed heavily on the table that the two of them, who were pulling each other’s hand back and forth under the quilt, stop and looked at Nan Heng at the same time.

Nan Heng resisted the impulse to hit the glass on Mo Jingshen’s face and said coldly, “Mind your manners. To protect the baby in her belly, you should not have sex with her in the first three months of pregnancy. You should also try to refrain from having sex with her after that.”

“I just came by to see him and stop by for a nap,” Ji Nuan explained.

“Okay, I will.” Mo Jingshen answered simply.

You will?

Ji Nuan was speechless.

…They weren’t having sex in the ward, all right ?

They were just sleeping. Why did it sound like they just had sex?

She was pregnant!

Ten minutes later, Feng Ling came in with some breakfast.

“You’ve all awake?” The short-haired woman didn’t even take a glance at Nan Heng and carried the breakfast in her hand to the bedside. “I think you haven’t had breakfast yet. Mrs. Mo is suffering from morning sickness. I think she might not like the nutritious meals in the hospital, so I bought some Chinese breakfast from a nearby Chinese restaurant, porridge and deep-fried dough sticks. Do you like them?”

Before Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen answered, Nan Heng had come over. “Yes, I do.”

Just as he reached out for his share, Feng Ling took it up, opened the plastic lid, and put it on the table beside the bed. “Mrs. Mo, you eat first.”

Nan Heng. “…”

When the breakfast was distributed, Feng Ling saw that Ji Nuan was only wearing a hospital gown. She went back to Ji Nuan’s ward to get a coat for her.

Mo Jingshen asked Nan Heng casually as he ate the porridge Ji Nuan was feeding him, “How did you piss her off?”