Chapter 348

"I'm not the one who worries."

Yan Jin's cold hum, impolite taunt, "she enjoyed how not to worry, now used up know not to worry."

His resentment towards Shen Nanqiao started from the third brother's ligation. He had no place to vent, and he couldn't scold her.

We finally found the exit today.

Mo Beicheng looked at the silent woman. She sat holding the quilt, her head down and didn't speak, but a faint blush appeared on her face.

Obviously, I heard Yan Jin's words.

"All right, I'll hang up."

In his words, he seemed to be a little unhappy.

He had no doubt that Yan Jinzhi had transferred the anger he had received from Shang shepherd's purse to them.

He's just jealous.

Yan Jinzhi naturally didn't know what Mo Beicheng thought and took a deep breath, "you wait."

He threw his cell phone to Director Wang of reproductive surgery. "You told him what would happen if he didn't have sex a week after ligation."

He's such a fucker.

It's not his thing.

Director Wang catches Yan Jinzhi's cell phone in a hurry. He's a friend of the dean. He doesn't dare to treat other patients as well.

"Generally speaking, it takes 35 days to have sex after ligation, otherwise it is easy to cause hematoma and infection. However, ligation is a small operation, and the wound is almost healed in a week. If you act gently, there should be no big problem. You should pay more attention these days. If you have redness, swelling and inflammation, come to the hospital quickly. However, I suggest you come to the hospital now."

Mo Beicheng "en" hung up.

At that end, director Wang put his mobile phone on the table, "if nothing happens, I'll go out first."

Yan Jin's remaining anger did not disappear, "you should suggest that he come to the hospital as soon as possible to do resection."

Director Wang

It was the morning flight on the day of returning home. Nanqiao was woken up by the alarm as soon as she fell asleep. She opened her eyes in pain and felt tired all over. She had a headache like an explosion.

When I got up from the bed, I felt dizzy and nearly fell to the ground.

Mo Beicheng held her, "uncomfortable?"

"I didn't wake up. I was a little dizzy. It's OK."

The man pursed his lips and bent over to pick her up. He took her out of the hotel and got into a taxi. When he arrived at the airport, he picked her down from the taxi and put her down at the time of security check.

Nanqiao half narrowed his eyes, his hair scattered randomly on his shoulders, and there was a circle of obvious cyan under his eyelids.

She is still in pain, which shows how hard Mo Beicheng exerted at that time.

Nanqiao didn't want to pay any attention to him, especially the eyes of the people around her always looked at her, and she didn't even want to talk to her.

Mo Beicheng ordered a first-class ticket. She didn't know where he could get it. She could still book a first-class ticket when it was near. However, it was much more comfortable than economy class. She was lying all the way.

When he asked the stewardess to take the blanket and cover it, he leaned up to her ear and said softly, "sorry, I'll control it next time."

He was a little out of control this time. He didn't worry about Nanqiao's body.

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

He's not much better when he's temperamental.

But this is not Mo Beicheng's problem, but her problem. Although she has no other men, the last time Wei An gave her psychological counseling, he told her that the newly married young men and women should be in the normal category several times a night.

Mo Beicheng's number of times is really not much.

But even so, she couldn't bear it.

She turned, her eyelashes drooping. "I'm the one to say sorry."

Mo Beicheng looked at Nanqiao, silent for a few seconds, strong long eyes diffuse a few wisps of light smile, "after a lot of compensation opportunities."

Nanjo is asleep.

Side body, legs slightly curled up.

Mo Beicheng's palm was under her face. The wheat and white skin formed a sharp contrast.

It's still morning when we get to Linjiang.

Two people did not take luggage, directly out of the airport, the driver has been waiting outside, "three less, madam."

Mo Beicheng closed his eyebrows and looked at the time. "I'll go to the company first, and then let the driver take you back to rest."

"I'll go to the company too. I've taken two days off."

Mo Beicheng said indifferently: "no, you go home and sleep for a while."

Although Nanqiao was sleeping most of the time on the plane, Mo Beicheng knew that she was not asleep. Looking at her face, she was probably more tired than not sleeping.