She really admired this man.

If it were her who was grilling it, she would definitely eat it while grilling it, and she would never wrong herself.

But Mo Jingyao didn't.

Gentlemen don't want it.

Never eat it when it is grilled, and never bake it when you eat it.

Although she has a personality and principles, when it comes to her, the sex and principles are completely gone. Her own comfort is the first priority.

"Okay." Mo Jingyao followed Yu Se's hand and started eating.

This is the first time he grilled and ate at the same time.

The little woman is so enthusiastic that he can never let her down.

But just as he took a bite, the sound of a horn suddenly sounded on the quiet island in the dead of night.

Very special and very jarring.

"What's going on?" Yu Se glanced behind him, a little curious about the horn sounding in the middle of the night.

When someone blows a trumpet in the middle of the night, is this person just being idle?

Before she finished her words, she suddenly noticed that Mo Jingyao's expression changed.

"Something happened." After saying that, he put down the skewers in his hand, leaned over and picked up Yu Se, and walked towards the car.

No need for ovens or tents.

Yu Se was put into the car.

Rear seats.

Mo Jingyao didn't allow her to sit in the front row.

Seeing Mo Jingyao sit on the driver's seat and start the car, Yu Se looked at his tense profile and asked in a low voice: "What does the horn sound mean?"

Ever since he heard the horn sound, Mo Jingyao's face had always been gloomy, which meant that something not just happened on this island, but something serious might have happened.

"Someone died."

"Every time someone dies on the island, the horn is blown?" The metaphor was understood. No wonder Mo Jingyao's face changed when he heard the horn sound.

It turns out that the sound of the trumpet represents the dead.

This is indeed not a good thing.

It was normal for Mo Jingyao's expression to change.

"Yeah." Mo Jingyao responded calmly and focused on driving the car.

The car was already going as fast as possible, but he still didn't realize it.

The car was going so fast that it seemed like it was going to fly.

Yu Se clutched the handle of the car tightly, but still couldn't bear the bumps of the express train.

So, the other hand was placed on the abdomen.

Then he frowned.

Even if she is pregnant with the baby, she won't be pregnant just today, right?

This actually feels a bit disgusting.

Is this morning sickness?

It is too early.

But it was useless for her to doubt it.

The truth was that she was really going to vomit.

His face was also frighteningly white due to discomfort.

Pale and pale.

"Mo Jingyao, I don't feel well." He endured it again and again, but Yu Se couldn't bear it anymore.

She originally wanted to wait until she arrived at the destination where Mo Jingyao was driving, but now, she was about to vomit.

It would be even more troublesome if he vomited in the car.

"Click... click..." Mo Jingyao parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and looked at Yu Se, "Why are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you sick? Do you know what's wrong with you?"

He became nervous and jumped out of the driver's seat and went to the back seat.

Just at this time, Yu Se had opened the car door and was about to get out of the car.

He held her hand and got out of the car, finally seeing her pale face.

Yuse himself is a doctor.

He is still the kind of god-level doctor who can tell the patient's condition just by looking at him without taking his pulse.

But now she herself is sick.

She seemed to be unable to control herself, which made Mo Jingyao even more nervous.

When Yu Se got out of the car, he walked to the side of the road and vomited.

My stomach was churning and I couldn't hold it down no matter what.

Mo Jingyao squatted down with his long legs, squatting next to her, gently beating her back, his expression became even worse.

This was the first time he saw Yu Se sick.

Yu Se actually wanted to suppress it, but the discomfort in her stomach came too quickly.

But just as she squatted down, a car drove over and parked behind Mo Jingyao's car. Immediately, Bisangluo rushed over. Seeing Yu Se vomiting, he immediately asked nervously and concernedly: "

Is Miss Mo sick or..."

Because his wife had given birth to a child, he knew that women are prone to morning sickness in the early stages of pregnancy, so he asked about it.

Mo Jingyao immediately turned his head and gave him a cold look, "As expected of a couple, Xue Na said it once, and you said it once, do you want to break off the relationship?"

He was angry.

Children's matters are taboo for him.

But this night, the couple took turns stimulating him.

It probably also stimulated Yu Se.

It's just a metaphor without saying it.

Thinking that the couple might have aroused Yu Se, Mo Jingyao's face became even more ugly.

"Mo... Young Master Mo, what's wrong?" Bisanluo couldn't understand what Mo Jingyao meant at all.

Mo Jingyao stood up quickly, and then lip-texted something to Bisangluo, "Don't mention the child in front of Xiao Se."

It's not mentioned in a subtle way, but it doesn't matter as long as it's alluded to.

The car lights were very bright, and Bisanluo could see Mo Jingyao's lips clearly. He wanted to ask, 'Why can't you mention the child?'

However, seeing Mo Jingyao's ugly face, he didn't dare to ask.

If you don't want to ask, don't ask.

Mo Jingyao still tried his best not to provoke anyone.

Just remember the taboo things for him.

Thinking of this, Bisanro changed the subject, "The chief was assassinated and is about to die. The elder asked me to ask you to come over quickly."

"Oh." Mo Jingyao was originally in a hurry when he heard the horn sound, but he was no longer in a hurry now.

Just because he was driving too fast and too hastily at that time, Yu Se was vomiting so much now, and it was probably due to motion sickness.

So he is in no hurry to rush over now.

No big deal is as important as Yu Se's discomfort.

"Young Master Mo, what are you..." Seeing that Mo Jingyao was not anxious at all, Bisanluo was worried. The chief had something to tell Mo Jingyao.

If we don't rush over quickly, we're afraid the chief will die by the time someone arrives later.

Then there is no point in rushing any further.

"No hurry, you go first." Mo Jingyao glanced at Bisanluo again.

This is too shameless.

Didn't you see that his little girl was so uncomfortable that she kept vomiting?

It seems like I feel like vomiting gall right now.

I have been vomiting for a long time and I am still vomiting.

But there was nothing to vomit anymore, only the bitter water in my stomach.

If he hadn't been worried about Yu Se, Mo Jingyao would have beaten Bisanluo.

"No... Young Master Mo, the chief is about to die, and he has something to tell you." These were his last words, so Bisanluo didn't care whether Mo Jingyao was going to be angry or not, and hurriedly conveyed the elder's words.

once.

"Just leave if I tell you to." Hearing this, Mo Jingyao became even more angry.

When you die, you die. Everyone is going to die, sooner or later.

Anyway, last words and the like are not as important as his mistress.

"You..." Bisanluo was looking at Mo Jingyao like a monster. Is this the Mo Jingyao he knew?

He didn't even listen to the great chief's last words.

He doted on his wife too much, "Mo Jingyao, you are just a wife slave." When he got angry, he yelled out.
Chapter completed!