Contract Wife Runs away from the CEO

Yun Morong's eyes were sharply lost.

Yiran immediately stopped talking.

Yiran smiled lightly: "Okay, I am wrong, I am wrong!"

He can cross to anyone, but he can't only cross in front of Yun Morong.

He was so courageous that he even dared to calculate Yin Sichen and Mo Zixin, but as soon as he saw Yun Mo Rong, he would feel that he was subconsciously short, and subconsciously wanted to coax each other.

Yun Morong also felt helpless with this man, turned around and walked away.

In the days that followed, Yun Morong personally treated Yiran's body.

Every day, Yun Morong would give him a needle before breakfast, boil the medicine, and then give him three meals.

At first, the people around were not convinced.

But with Yiren's body getting better day by day, they can't accept it anymore!

On this day, Yun Morong carried the plate into Yiran's room.

It just so happened that Yiran was changing clothes.

Yun Morong did not expect that he would not close the door, so he stepped back several steps in fright, lowered his head and said, "I haven't seen anything."

Yiran fastened the buttons and chuckled lightly: "It's okay to see."

Yiran's complexion has improved a lot, and even the skin tone on her body has become much more normal, not the pale and pale color anymore.

After Yiran cleaned up, Yun Morong came in with his head lowered, put the plate on the table, and said to Yiran, "I will give you another injection today and boil the medicine again, and it will be all right."

Yiran sat calmly, then looked at Yun Morong, and suddenly said, "We are not in a hurry to get a needle and take medicine today. Will you accompany me today?"

Yun Morong's fingers trembled slightly: "Okay."

Yiran held his chin, and looked at Yun Mo Rong, his eyes were gentle, as if dripping water.

"What are you doing looking at me like this?" Yun Morong forced himself to divert his eyes: "Let's eat first."

"You accompany me to eat." Yiran's voice contained a hint of coquetry and a hint of sweetness.

Ever since Yun Morong took over the task of taking care of Yiran, there seemed to be a subtle chemical reaction between the two.

From time to time, Yiran brought some small surprises to Yun Morong, such as some small gifts, which were made by Yiran himself.

With these gifts from Yiran, Yun Morong couldn't help but admire his ingenuity.

Obviously, they are only handicrafts made of wood and tenon, but they are vivid and lifelike.

These days, Yun Morong's window sill has been littered with gadgets.

Although not very valuable, it is indeed full of heart.

Yun Morong was no longer arrogant to Yiran, and Yiran was kind to her, she silently accepted it.

It was probably because of Yun Morong's reaction that Yiran became more gentle and considerate towards Yun Morong.

The two people are very tacitly in agreement, no longer mentioning the outside world, just talking about some undisturbed topics.

Hearing Yiran's request, Yun Morong hesitated for a moment, then nodded immediately: "Okay."

Yiran was so happy that he took the initiative to hold Yun Morong's hand and walked to the restaurant.

Yun couldn't bear the traces of resistance for a while, and then let any dye drag him past.

Yiran personally opened up the chair for Yun Mo Rong, and the service was extremely considerate.

"What did you eat this morning?" Yiran said jokingly, "My housekeeper?"

"Eat something good today." Yun Morong said, "Your body is already well, you can eat something else. These days, I always let you eat those medicinal meals. Are you tired of eating too?"

"No." Yiran said with a smile: "As long as you make it, I like it. Even if I eat every day and every meal, I won't be annoying."

"I'll talk nonsense." Yun Morong scooped a bowl of porridge from the crock pot and handed it to Yiran: "This is my fuel using aged wood from the mountain, and fresh whitebait from the lake with the fresh whitebait from the mountain. Mountain products, with ham, plus a few supplements to nourish blood and qi, make the porridge made. Taste it and see how it tastes?"

Yiran drank a clean drink for the face: "It's delicious! The taste is very good. Here, is there anything you are not good at in this world? Know medicine, can cook, and can do everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Such you, How am I willing to let you go?"

Yun Morong's fingers were taken back without a trace, and he did not pick up the topic of dyeing, and put him a chopsticks side dish: "This is a fresh wild vegetable that has just grown after the rain a few days ago. In Chinese medicine, it is clear. The blood has defeated the fire. It just neutralizes the medicinal herbs that I ate a few days ago. Taste it?"

Yiran ate it and nodded, "It's delicious."

Just as Yun Morong was about to continue to pick up dishes for Yidye, he was immediately held on the back of his hand by Yidye: "You also eat together."

"...Okay." Yun Morong put himself in the bowl with his public chopsticks, bowed his head and ate.

The things in the mountains are just superb.

Both the taste and texture are excellent.

Yiran gently watched Yun Morong eat a bowl of porridge and a plate of freshly baked small meat buns, and suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

After eating, Yiran took Yun Morong for a walk on the path near the villa.

The path is very narrow, only enough for two people to walk side by side, and vehicles don’t even want to come in.

And the path is very winding, twists and turns, very interesting.

In the past few days, Yun Morong would take Yiren, walk around here, move his body, so Yiren's body will heal so quickly.

"The weather today is really good." Yiran slowed down and walked side by side with Yun Mo Rong.

"Yes." Yun Mo Rong looked at the sky above his head. The leaves covered the sky above his head very well, so that they would not be too hot or too dry, but they would not completely block the sky.

The occlusion is just right.

"Here..." Yiran said.

"Call me Yun Mo Rong." Yun Mo Rong replied calmly: "Yun Mo is dead. It is Yun Mo Rong who is alive now."

Yiran chuckled slightly: "But I still like to call you here."

Yun Morong didn't bother to talk to him.

"Here, if I met you earlier and met you in front of Jiang Yihai, would you like me?" Yiran asked.

"No." Yun Morong answered coldly.

"Liar." Yiran said cheerfully, "You are obviously lying to answer so quickly."

Yun Morong ignored him and continued to move forward.

"Although you don't want to admit it, your heart tells you that you like me." Yiran chuckled slightly: "These days, you can completely ignore me, but you don't. You not only treat me, but also Condition my body."

"You think too much." Yun Morong said faintly: "I just don't want to see someone die in front of me, even though you have done these things, 10,000 deaths are not enough!"

"You, you, you are always such a knife mouth tofu heart." Yiran smiled brighter and brighter: "But, I like it."

"No, I think you are old." Yun Morong unceremoniously gave Yiran a knife: "You are more than nine years older than me."

Yiran was very proud just now: "..."

So heartbreaking!

"I'm less than forty!" Yiran was not convinced: "Yin Sichen is over thirty!"

"He is still younger than you!" Yun Morong continued to pierce the knife: "And he is only five years older than Xixi."

Yiran grabbed Yun Mo Rong's hand and pulled back forcefully, forcing Yun Mo Rong to crash into his embrace.

Yiran unquestionably hugged Yun Morong's waist: "Would you like to give it a try?"

Yun Morong struggled, and said lightly, "I'm pregnant."

Yiran: "..."

Ah, so angry!

But you can't get angry at her yet!

Forbearance, forbearance!

Why do you like her?

Why do you call yourself a fate with her?

Back at the villa, Yiran held the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, who was still young, handsome and beautiful, and asked the servant standing next to him: "Am I old?"

The servant looked at him in horror: "Mr. Yiran, are you telling a joke? You seem to be in your twenties!"

Yiran smiled contentedly.

Yun Morong stood in the kitchen, personally watching the medicine in the clay pot.

"Miss Yun, leave it to me." The servant came over and said, "You are pregnant now, so don't be too tired."

"It's okay. After today, you don't have to endure anymore." Yun Morong smiled and replied, "It's fine to have me here. Go and rest. I have nothing to do anyway. I walk and move more every day. It will be easy to live in the future."

She is less than three months pregnant now, and her belly is still pregnant, but the little guys are pretty good.

Seeing Yun Morong's words, the servant stopped insisting, and immediately said, "Then you will work hard, Miss Yun. I'm going to clean up the outside."

Yun Mo Rong smiled and nodded.

Outside, the sun is just right.

Many people are washing clothes, putting large sheets and quilts on the shelves to dry.

Although the dryer can do this job perfectly, the clothes that have been dried are particularly satisfying.

It's a pity not to use clothes for drying in such good weather.

Therefore, all the sheets, quilts and pillowcases that have been saved for a few days are taken out to be washed and aired.

Taking advantage of them not paying attention, Yun Morong quickly pulled something out of the box with his hands and feet, and carefully hid it under his skirt.

"Miss Yun!" A voice came from behind, making Yun Morong almost pale with fright: "Huh?"

"Sorry, did I scare you." A short girl ran out of it: "Mr. Yiran asked me to ask you, what can I have for lunch today?"

"Ah...I'm going to prepare now." Yun Morong said immediately, "What does he want to eat today?"

"Mr. Yiran said that it has been a long time since I had a good meal with you. As long as you like it, he likes it." The little girl replied, "If there is a place where I need to work, please do not hesitate to order."

"Okay." Yun Morong nodded, and he was not polite to the other party. He immediately made a recipe and handed her all the ingredients needed: "You can prepare according to these. If not, come and tell me. Scream."

"Okay." The little girl turned around and ran away.

Yun Morong's fingers trembled slightly.

Good risk, good risk!

Almost exposed!

Yun Morong forced himself to calm down and continued to decoct the medicine.

Calm, Calm, Calm!

Be patient!