Desperate to chase out, Muqi stopped him in the corridor.

Angry: "just to make a design for me and let you come here in person? Isn't the famous Mohist even a designer who takes the hand

On the cold hard face, the corner of the lip curved a radian, still silent.

Muqiqi is more angry. "What's funny? Do you like my jokes? Moyan Jue, is your happiness based on the pain of others? Your mind... Hmmm "

the angry words behind her were not finished, and her cherry mouth was blocked.

The body was pressed on the cold wall of the corridor, and the back spine could not help shaking.

His kiss was urgent and fierce. He didn't give her any chance to resist, and he didn't care about the patients and medical staff from the past.

It doesn't matter that he doesn't want to face, but Muqi can't.

It's a shame to do such a thing in such a public.

She pushed and struggled desperately, trying to push away the person who was like a mountain in front of her.

But no matter how hard she tried, how hard she fought, the person in front of her was still motionless, but it seemed that she was more tightly imprisoned.

"Oh ~"

just as Muqiqi was about to cry, song Qingyun, who came out of the ward next door, saw this scene.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he approached and cleared his throat at the irrational Mo yanjue. "Hum, Lao Mo, this is the hospital. Pay attention to the influence!"

Listening to song Qingyun's reminder, a man who has been blindfolded by lust finally kisses on the sweet lips, which makes some reluctant to let go of the people in his arms.

He looked back impatiently, just stopped behind him to remind him where there was still a trace of his people. He had already put oil on his feet, how far he had gone to hide.

And Mu Qiqi, who was bullied by so many people, is now blushing, so pretty that his face has turned purple.

She glared at Mo yanjue angrily, pushed him away, ran into sun Zhenzhen's ward, and locked the door.

Leaning against the door, she was all soft.

My brain is buzzing. I don't know what happened just now.

"Not bad, is your Moyan Jue very man?"

The person on the sickbed is cold and can't make a sound. The Muqiqi leaning on the doorplate is scared to be alive.

A close look reveals that someone who has passed out doesn't know when he has woke up.

Lying on one side with one arm behind her head, she was scanned up and down by the sense of vision.

Muqiqi really wants to crash into the wall. She is kind enough to stay and take care of her. She is so kind that she can come to see her.

What kind of friend is this?

"Sun Zhenzhen!" She clenched her hands and bellowed her name.

Sun Zhenzhen then a face bad smile, "how, want to share with elder sisters your Mo Yan Jue's kiss is a kind of what kind of feeling?"

Muqiqi clenched her teeth, glared at her, and squeezed out two words: "farewell!"

Then he opened the door and went out. No matter how a dead woman in the ward cried and howled, she still couldn't return her head!

I was very angry, and I was in a hurry. I ran into someone coming out of the elevator.

"I'm sorry!" Even apologies are justified.

"Why are you going, sister-in-law? No more bed? "

Yang Yilin, who was about to get angry, saw the angry man and asked with a smile.

Mu Qiqi looks up at Yang Yilin and draws a corner of his mouth: "who is your sister-in-law? She is ill! Your family are very ill! "