Chapter 420

"It's better to add a few slices of ginger."

Sister GUI cut a few pieces of ginger and put them into the pot.

Mo Beicheng's face softened a little. "She seems to have a serious pain. Do you need a doctor to see her?"

"No, the general pain is due to Gong Han. My wife may have a cold recently and feel depressed. If you can't drink brown sugar ginger soup, try holding a hot water bag."

"Well," he told the bodyguard to go out and buy a hot water bag.

The bodyguard who received this task collapsed in his heart. In the warm spring, he was asked to buy a hot water bag.

Although sister GUI said that she didn't need to see a doctor, Mo Beicheng still couldn't rest assured and called Yan Jinzhi, "what about the pain in those days every month? Would you like some medicine? "

Yan Jinzhi was even more collapsed. He was tied to his chair by his old man and read economic management books for a whole day. He didn't have the talent in this field. He was completely ignorant. After receiving a phone call from Mo Beicheng, he gritted his teeth and burst out: "this is a matter of Obstetrics and Gynecology, and it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu's thoracic surgery. If you want to ask me, my opinion is to cut it directly, Where there is pain, there is a guarantee that the medicine will get rid of the disease. "

Mo Beicheng smoked quietly. After he lost his temper, he said, "you'd better call me if you have nothing to do in the future."

Yan Jinzhi

what the fuck.

Not so threatening.

He waved to the housekeeper standing on one side, "you quickly loosen the rope for me, I'm going to have muscle necrosis."

The housekeeper was not moved. "Young master, sir, you are ordered. If you can't finish the book, the rope can't be loosened."

"If you tie me down like this, I'm going to shrink. I'm on the phone. You can release me."

The steward should not have heard.

Yan Jinzhi glared at him, softened his attitude and said to Mo Beicheng: "third brother, you boil some brown sugar water for third sister-in-law to drink, and then give her a hot water bag to try. Don't let her touch the cold, and don't eat the stimulating food. If the pain is really severe, I'll go to the doctor to prescribe some medicine. After that, I'll have a detailed examination to recuperate. Third brother, do you think you can talk to my old man... "

He wants Mo Beicheng to say good things for him in front of his old man. Can you not read a book without binding it.

It's going to be fucked up sooner or later.

Halfway through, Mo hung up the phone.

Yan Jinzhi listened to the beep coming out of the receiver. She was stunned for two seconds and burst into a thick sentence. "It's a damn dog. I don't take it with me."

Outside the door came a cold hum: "are you out of temper? Not even the dog. "

Yan Jinzhi

Yan Jinzhi's father Yan Huayong came in from the outside and glanced coldly at his mobile phone: "who should I call?"

"Third brother." He left his cell phone on the table and looked down to read.

Yan Hua Yong's face slowed down. "If you are half as good as Beicheng, I will wake up when I die."

"You'd better lie down and don't wake up with a smile. When you die, you still want to scare me to death and go with you."

"Son of a bitch," Yan Huayong swung the penholder on his desk and smashed it at him, avoiding the position of his head. "No one is allowed to see if you can't finish reciting this book. Don't mention I didn't remind you. Your uncle Shang is looking for a suitable person for that girl Shang shepherd recently. If you don't have any snacks, you'll be single in your life, Don't get married and harm other girls, or you'll have to bear hardships with you even if you've lost all your property. "

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Mo Beicheng waited for the brown sugar water to cool before he sent it to Nanqiao.

Nanqiao is sitting on the bed to make a phone call. Seeing Mo Beicheng push the door in, she says to the end of the phone: "I know. Hang up first."

Mo Beicheng frowned and gave her a deep look in his eyes

"Friends."

He took a spoon and fed her: "name."

South Joe does not want to say, perfunctory way: "American friend, you do not know."

Mo Beicheng stares at her with warning: "don't meddle in Shi Sheng's affairs. If you don't want to take out the evidence, you can put it well. You can return it to her when you find Shi Sheng later."

"What if Shi Sheng died?"

"That's her bad luck."

South Joe inside is a burst of deep pain, she twisted eyebrows, bent down, even her own are not clear because of his words disappointed heartache or dysmenorrhea.

She can't drink any more.

Smelling the rich sweet and greasy smell of ginger, she felt like vomiting.

"Third brother, let me go. Let me solve this problem by myself."

Mo Beicheng kept feeding her soup with a spoon. He frowned coldly, saying neither good nor bad.