My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 500 Rare in the World

Her first thought was that what had just happened to her at the bank had been posted to Weibo.

Jocelyn then clicked in to replace out more.

It was all posted by some big Vloggers and marketing numbers about her scolding the female lobby manager at the bank.

All the scenes were recreated by everyone.

It was a huge reaction.

Many people were praising her.

[Jocelyn is so beautiful and tough!That's the way to go.]

[Hahahaha, I want to see it live, just the written descriptions are so cool, it must be even better to see it live, right?]

[This story tells us that we really shouldn't look down on people.]

[Please ask the staff member and the bank president for their psychological shadow area.]

[Look at Jocelyn's twenties! She has a bossy boyfriend, a rich father and three billion in savings, while my twenties are still borrowing video site memberships.] [Jocelyn, if you make your debut, I will definitely support you.]

After reading the comments in general, Jocelyn then calmly exited the topic and continued to look at the hot search list.

About half an hour later, Noah's dinner was arranged.

After arranging all the things that were prepared for the hot pot, Noah walked straight to Jocelyn's side, picking her up horizontally, full of doting eyes, "Let's go, go eat." Jocelyn's heart was suddenly beating hard, her face carried a slight flush.

The smallest expression was caught in the eyes of Noah.

In the next second, the corner of Noah's mouth hooked up an ambiguous arc, "Do you know what I was thinking when I looked at your shy appearance?" Jocelyn's eyes carried a touch of inquiry, "What?"

"Wanting to see you crying and begging me not to stop."

A single sentence, in an instant, made Jocelyn's face completely flushing.

She glared at him slightly and said, "I don't want you talk dirty."

Noah, "Then you want to come for real? Can we do it after dinner?"

Jocelyn, "Won't you be ashamed?"

Noah, "In front of my wife, why should I be ashamed?"

Jocelyn, "......................

At this moment, her heart almost popped out of her throat.

Looking at her shy and cute expression, he felt his heart melting, and couldn't help but whisper, "So cute."

"Cute my ass." Jocelyn gave him a blank stare.

The corners of his mouth grew into a smile, "You are indeed quite cute."

Jocelyn, "...... I want to eat!"

"Okay, I'll take you to wash your hands first."

With those words, he picked up Jocelyn and stepped into the bathroom.

Only after walking to the front of the sink did he reluctantly put her down and wash his hands for her personally.

This was the extent to which Noah doted on her.

She didn't move a muscle, standing still, allowing him to wash and wipe her hands for her.

With every movement, he was as careful as if he were sweeping dust off an antique.

After washing her hands, he picked her up, stepped into the dining room and placed her gently in her usual seat.

And then, he sat down in his own seat and began to help her with the food.

The whole time, Jocelyn was just responsible for eating.

After she was full, Jocelyn went into her study, turned on her computer and checked her email.

She wanted to see if the top hematologists at home and abroad that she had emailed for help earlier had replied to her.

However, there was nothing other than her work emails in the mailbox.

She let out a long breath, and then continued to search the internet for information about Noah's condition.

She could not replace any useful information. His condition was very rare, and she had not been able to replace anyone with a similar condition.

Finally, feeling that her head was hurting, she closed the computer, leaned back in her chair, and began to close her eyes to rest.

Although it was true that there was no possibility of curing Noah at the moment, she still did not want to give up easily.

She had to cure him, no matter what price she had to pay and what difficulties she had to face.

After resting for a while, she got up and began to look through the medical books she had brought back from Y Country, some of which recorded all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases at home and abroad.

She just didn't believe that in this world, Noah was the only person whose situation was so special.

After another half an hour -

Noah walked in with a cup of warm milk.

Jocelyn put down the medical book she was holding and smiled faintly towards Noah, "Are you done?"

"Yeah." Noah stepped forward and placed something in front of her, "Have a cup of milk, to help you sleep." "Thank you, honey."

"No need."

Noticing the name of the medical book she was reading, "Record of Ancient and Modern Difficult Diseases", Noah frowned slightly and asked, "You're still looking up about my illness?"

"Yes."

"Don't look it up, it can't be found, grandfather has researched for so many years, but nothing has been researched, this disease of mine can't be cured." Noah said indifferently, in his eyes, a touch of loss fleeting.

The subtle emotion was easily captured by Jocelyn.

She understood his mood.

She also knew that his indifferent, carefree attitude towards his condition was actually all a pretence.

Jocelyn, however, did not look deeper into anything, but only stood up, walked up to him and gently hugged him, "I told you, I won't give up easily, I will definitely cure you."

"Don't waste your breath, it can't be cured." Noah gently stroked her hair, "Don't worry, this disease of mine will be fine as long as there is blood. My grandfather also gave me the relevant tests, this disease of mine will not inherit to the next generation."

"Then I have to cure you too." Jocelyn continued to insist, "We must have hope in our hearts."

"Fine, just be happy, drink the milk and accompany me back to bed." Noah added.

Jocelyn then obediently let go of Noah, picked up his milk, and drank it all in front of him.

Above her upper lip, it was stained with milk, but she was oblivious to it, smiling and shaking the cup, "Finished, shall we go to bed?"

Noah hooked his lips ambiguously and he gently kissed away the milk on her lips.

And then he picked her up in a horizontal embrace and placed her on the desk, "Sleep here first."