The young master smiled so happily that the whole room seemed to be filled with warmth.

And his appetite has never been so good.

Steward Wang smiled, and when he walked out, he was very kind to close the door tightly for the young master.

"No matter what is important, you are not allowed to report it to the young master, do you know?"

"Let the young master and Miss Anxin cultivate their feelings in it."

After the steward had given instructions to all the servants, he crept away.

In the research room, Mo Qingchen ate the dishes on his plate very elegantly.

While eating, the black eyes looked at the peace of mind from time to time.

There was a warm smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Is it delicious?"

Anxin was inexplicably looked at by Mo Qingchen, so he could only ask.

Mo Qingchen nodded, and it didn't take long to eat all the dishes.

Anxin did all this personally, and he felt that he didn't want to waste a single drop.

After eating, Anxin was about to leave with a plate.

But Mo Qingchen grabbed her sleeve.

"Wait."

After thinking about it, he lowered his eyelids, picked up a pen, wrote it on a label, and attached it to a bottle soaked in formalin.

After writing, he beckoned to Anxin and motioned for her to look.

Anxin was inexplicable, and walked over to take a look.

I saw three words written on it.

"I'm sorry."

She was even more confused, and by this time Mo Qingchen had already started to label another bottle again.

She could only continue to follow and look all the way.

I saw that one of them was written.

"I've already studied your illness."

The other one reads.

"Peace of mind, can you not go?"

Anxin was a little surprised, and looked up at Mo Qingchen, who was still writing.

"Young Master Mo, why can't you tell me directly?"

Mo Qingchen stopped writing, and his handsome and cold face suddenly became a little red.

Because he can't say these words, he can only express them in this roundabout way.

Although he lied, as an extremely dedicated doctor, he thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle of his conscience.

I feel that these words must be told to peace of mind.

Mo Qingchen finally understood now, he liked peace of mind very much.

I like the dried corpse of Egypt more than the various organs soaked in the formalin.

"Peace of mind, I ......"

Before the last label was written, Anxin suddenly felt his stomach twitch violently, and he felt nauseous.

Covering his lips, he quickly ran out of this terrifying research institute.

When I walked outside the door, I immediately couldn't hold it back, and I directly lowered my head and vomited on the ground.

After vomiting, she felt that her stomach felt much more comfortable.

Anxin walked to the nearest bathroom and rinsed his mouth.

"It must be that the formalin in the room smells too bad." She muttered.

Mo Qingchen, who was left alone in the research institute, looked at the peace of mind who rushed out of the door in a little daze.

His eyelids drooped, and his slender fingers clenched the pen.

The label that was just written, Anxin hasn't had time to read it.

Mo Qingchen looked at the words on the label, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

After thinking about it, I still held it in the palm of my hand and tore it apart directly.

The label says yes.

"Peace of mind, I like you."

After coming out of the bathroom, Anxin thought for a while and decided to pack up and leave.

But as soon as I walked to the corridor, I saw the figure of Steward Wang hurrying ~ from a distance.

Butler Wang was followed by a middle-aged woman.

Dressed in an elegant and decent lilac modified cheongsam, with a tall lady's hair in a bun, her eyes sparkling.

Every move exudes innate elegance and nobility.

(Education 123 Literature Network)