After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 1713 - 1717: Because I’m Doraemon

Small boxes of ice cream, each one placed next to another on the table, with different flavors in each box.

Mo Bei turned sideways, watching Jiao Yang place the ice cream boxes one by one, and the smile on his face gradually became a bit stiff.

"How did you know I wanted ice cream?"

"Because I’m Mr. Doraemon!" Jiao Yang also put the late-night snacks he was carrying on the table, "Ah, dumplings, buns, there’s also rice dishes... and look here, yogurt, bread... cookies... and instant noodles, you can eat whichever you like!"

The little supermarket had limited food options, not sure what she liked, he simply bought everything he could.

"Isn’t this too much?" Mo Bei looked at the pile of food in front of her.

"Just pick what you like to eat." Jiao Yang asked with a smile, "Which do you want to eat first?"

"Let’s start with the ice cream, otherwise, it’ll melt." Mo Bei said.

"NO!" Jiao Yang put the ice cream in a small bag, "Eating cold stuff on an empty stomach hurts your stomach, choose something else first."

"Then let’s eat the rice," Mo Bei did not insist, "What filling is in the dumplings?"

"There’s three delicacies, and tomato beef."

"I want tomato beef."

"Okay!"

Jiao Yang helped her set up the small table on the hospital bed, and took one box of dumplings to place on the table, pulling out a wet tissue, he naturally grabbed her left hand which didn’t have a needle inserted, helping her wipe her palm.

Holding her wrist with one hand, he carefully wiped her left hand, from the palm to the back of the hand, not even missing the fingers.

Staring at his focused profile, Mo Bei couldn’t help but lose herself.

After wiping her hand, Jiao Yang took a fork and handed it to her, Mo Bei was still staring at him absent-mindedly, not reacting.

Jiao Yang leaned closer to look at her face at close range, "Beibei Jun, what are you thinking about?!"

"Ah..." Mo Bei snapped out of it, "Nothing."

"But the way you looked just now, you clearly had something on your mind." Jiao Yang laughed, "Care to share?"

"I... I was just thinking, Luo Xiaoqian’s loss for not choosing you." Mo Bei laughed, "Such a thoughtful good man like you is hard to find nowadays!"

"I’m definitely not a good man!" Jiao Yang slightly lifted the corners of his lips, "Also, you don’t know Leng Zimo, that man loves her more than anyone in this world."

Thinking of the scene where Leng Zimo stood in front of Jiao Yang in the suburbs, Mo Bei’s expression turned serious, "Suddenly I’m really envious of Luo Xiaoqian."

Since childhood, she has never envied anyone.

The only person she envied was Nobita, because he had Doraemon and could do whatever he wanted.

Now, there’s another Luo Xiaoqian.

Jiao Yang chuckled softly and stood up, ruffling her long hair like a big brother, "Don’t be envious, one day you’ll meet your Mr. Doraemon!"

Mo Bei silently took the fork, lowered her face, forked a dumpling and brought it to her mouth, taking a bite.

For someone who had grown up with picky taste, the dumplings’ flavor was quite ordinary to her, yet she found them delicious.

"These dumplings are really good!"

"That’s because you’re hungry."

Jiao Yang had known her for quite a while too, aware of her consistently picky taste, the frozen dumplings from such a small shop, he had walked a long way back, the dumpling skins were already sticking together, how could the taste be good?

"Alright, you eat first, I’m going to put these ice creams in my super pocket, so they don’t melt."