Fortunately, Yiqiao's insomnia has not worsened recently.
"Yes."
Yi Qiao obviously perfunctory should a, she always feel a little uneasy, when Sheng's mobile phone is always 24 hours before not shut down!
Mo Beiting closed the computer, raised her hand and pinched her chin, "do you want to draw a picture?"
"Wait a minute. Let's go. Eat."
"Wait a minute."
Yi Qiao is still thinking about what the man means by "wait a minute." suddenly, she is lifted up by him and sits on the desk.
Mo Beiting bowed his head to kiss, fell on her lips, and then spread out uncontrollably.
Yi Qiao's body is against the hard desk, the temperature of the villa is almost constant temperature, the temperature of the study and bedroom is higher, she took off her coat, only wearing a Korean version of bat sleeve thick line turtleneck.
It's a bit painful on the back.
Yi Qiao suddenly wriggles the body to resist, some inconceivable low cry, "Mo Beiting, you still have injury on the body."
"A little injury won't get in the way."
Although it didn't hurt the vital part, it didn't matter as much as he said. There were more than ten stitches and several deep wounds.
"I want to eat."
It's not a complete excuse. She's really hungry.
I was in a hurry to go to Lu's home in the morning, but I didn't have a meal. Later, something like that happened. I was in the hospital at noon, and I was not in the mood to eat. I didn't expect to have a meal. It was almost time for dinner when I came back.
She was also worried that his wound would split.
If let Yan Jin run a trip, know they do this kind of thing will tear open the wound, also don't know what kind of damage.
The man's gasping voice was close to her ear, "I'll hurry up."
"No... ah!"
The low cry came to an abrupt end.
The man kisses her chin and earlobe, "I'll be quick, I won't delay you for dinner."
Yi Qiao is bulging a cheek to help son: "already had a meal."
Mo Beiting
The man in her chest a smile, "then how to do, can't stop, if now stop? I asked the doctor, it's not good, the body is prone to fatigue
"Mo Beiting," the woman's voice was tense, "the wound is split, and I can't sew it."
"I don't need you to sew it for me," he said. His breath was disordered, hoarse and broken.
It turns out that what men say in bed is deceptive.
I will soon.
I'm just kissing. I can't do anything.
The man took off his clothes and put them on her back.
By contrast, men's coats are just a little messy.
He buckled the belt, took a few steps to take out the tissue, Yiqiao glared at him, picked up a blue bottle and threw it on him, "how can you have this thing in your study?"
Mo Beiting took it slowly, put it aside, and cleaned it for her with a paper towel.
When everything was done, he said: "temporary backup, afraid of fire."
Yi Qiao: "can you be more shameless?"
"In the car and in the bathroom, too."
“……”
She is now lying on a desk, can not sleep directly, had no choice but to sit up and put on clothes.
Mo Beiting took her down from her desk and said, "go downstairs to eat."
Yi Qiao raised his hand and touched the position where he was injured. His fingertips were wet and red!
He was wearing a black shirt. After a strenuous exercise just now, he was wet with sweat and stuck to his body. She was tossed by Mo Beiting so that she could hardly think. She didn't find that he was bleeding.
"You lunatic, the wound is open."
"Seems to be," Mo Beiting did not care about a look, "call Yan Jinzhi."
Yi Qiao calls Yan Jinzhi, "he is injured, bleeding and needs stitches."
Mo Beiting
At most, the wound is split. How much does she want him to bleed?
It's been said twice since he was injured.
Yan Jin has been busy all day. Recently, there are many things in the hospital. In addition to the accumulated operations every day, she is also busy dealing with the internal affairs in the hospital. One day, she wants to go to bed.
"Stitches? What's wrong with him? "
He didn't know that Chen Baimo stabbed Mo Beiting with an infusion bottle, and Mo Beiting, in his eyes, could hardly be associated with the word "injured stitches.".
"You hit him with a murder weapon?"
Mo Beiting can only fight back to women, but can ordinary women beat him? If you don't fight back, you can avoid it. It's not retarded.
Yi Qiao