Chapter 374

"Well, thanks to you."

"If it's OK, I'll take another ten minutes to pull out the needle." Yu se said that she twisted her body in the massage chair freely.

Twisted into an S-shaped curve, Mo Jingyao immediately reacted.

And then he had a nosebleed.

"Little color..." Feeling the thick and thick liquid between his nose, Mo Jingyao's face turned black.

He doesn't want to be like this. It's all a little girl's bad needling.

"Well?" Yu se didn't watch Mo Jingyao at all and continued to brush his mobile phone to watch the news.

"Blood." Seeing the little woman ignore himself, he has smelled the bloody ink, so he has to tell the truth and remind him of the metaphor.

"What are you talking about? Blood? " Yu se asked slowly, then raised his head with a start. Then he saw Mo Jingyao's nosebleed, "you..."

"Pull out the needle." At this moment, Mo Jingyao gnashed his teeth.

Because, he remembered that Yu se once said that normally she gave people acupuncture for 15 to 20 minutes.

But now, the silver needle on his body has been more than 20 minutes since it was put down.

There is a wall clock on the wall facing him. He doesn't even need to look at his cell phone to know how long it has been.

"I won't pull it out. It hurts you."

"Unless you never pull it out for me, you wait."

However, the above sentence, Mo Jingyao only chose to say it in his heart, and never said it out.

Yu se waited and waited with a smile, thinking that Mo Jingyao would roar. As a result, he only saw the lust of Mo Jingyao's eyes, so he took a paper towel and pulled a piece of paper to stop Mo Jingyao's nosebleed. Then he sat back on the massage chair again and said, "if you're ready, you can bear it for another 10 minutes, it's still three minutes." The metaphor looks at the time, calculates it and laughs.

"Good." Mo Jingyao vowed that he would endure for another three minutes. After three minutes, he would let Yu se call him "Dad.".

I never knew that this little woman would torture people like this.

Her mind must be very clear about his reaction now. She knows all about it.

But he didn't pull the needle.

Forbearance.

Etc.

Three minutes.

Metaphor here is the news, in a flash.

However, Mo Jingyao's eyes are full of evil fire.

Fortunately, it's over.

"Little color, it's time." Can endure this moment, he thought he really did the extreme, this is also his limit.

"Oh." Metaphor or slowly stand up, walk past, still continue to brush the mobile phone.

That careless appearance, let Mo Jingyao want to get her under the body, let her beg for mercy.

However, when the needle is pulled out, it will soon be OK.

The metaphor is here.

The needle bag is ready.

Pull out the needle.

Pull one needle and take another.

Not so fast.

It's totally different from the quick and precise way to give someone a needle.

Fortunately, dozens of stitches are still finished.

Yu se put the needle bag away and was about to put it into the backpack when the man behind him had already got up.

Suddenly rushed to her back, not waiting for the figurative color to return to God, the man had been carried on his shoulder, in a flash, he was thrown on the bed.

Then, looking down at her small face like a king, "want it, right?"

Otherwise, what does she do with his evil fire?

It is clear that

But when he thought like this, Mo Jingyao was still guilty.

Because, little women never take the initiative.

Every time he took the initiative, he used the strong.

"Er, Mo Jingyao, you are so bloody that you can feel your body for yourself?"

Mo Jingyao felt it for a while, but he was still full of excitement. He didn't dispel it at all. "The fire you hook is still there."

Metaphorical color blinked his eyes, "Mo Jingyao, it turns out that your high, cold and precious appearance is pretended. Are there only those in your mind?"

After saying the sentence, Mo Jingyao felt his body again, and then the whole person was stunned. His bone injury had already Already

It's totally good.

He tried to move.

No pain.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Move again, still no pain.

As a result, Mo Jingyao began a large range of movements, but still no pain.

"You You didn't just have a fire, you were treating a disease? " Mo Jingyao's eyes color is deeper looking at the metaphor color, it is really did not expect such a result.

If it wasn't for the metaphor to remind him to feel his body, he didn't respond to the broken rib injury. This moment would have been better.

"Of course, you don't want to. I'll let you do it all at once, hum." Yu se said that he stood up and pushed Mo Jingyao vigorously. This push did not hesitate at all. He tried his best. It was clear that he did not worry about his injury at all.Mo Jingyao still didn't feel the pain, really not, "all right?" At this moment, there is a feeling that the previous half hour is as painful and painful as it is, and what a surprise this moment is.

However, the surprise only for an instant, and then he turned black, "Yu se, don't you want to take care of me?" He wanted to hurt like this for a few days.

And let her take care of him for a few days.

As a result, she cured him in a flash.

"What do you mean?" The metaphor didn't respond for a moment.

"I'm fine, you won't have to take care of me."

"Er, Mo Jingyao, what are all these twists and turns in your mind? I know how to write the word" medical ethics ". I just want to cure your disease. There are so many twists and turns in your mind." She didn't.

"Why didn't you use this technique before? Why use it now? " If she had used it yesterday, he would have been better.

Therefore, she delayed using it for more than a day, and he naturally questioned it.

Yu se smiles and reaches out a little bit of Mo Jing Yao's forehead, "do you think about the taste of just being pricked

"Cool." Mo Jingyao gnawed his teeth and cut him.

However, at the same time, I admire the technique of metaphor.

I thought she was just going to torture him and punish him for what she had done to her with injuries.

As a result, she just wanted to cure his injury.

"How cool? Mo Jingyao, don't argue with me. Do you feel good? I know all about it. Do you feel pain

"It hurts." Mo Jingyao had to admit that he had been exposed by a little woman.

"Well What... " As a result, the next inquiry, the figurative color just opened his mouth, can not say.

Even if he had experienced with Mo Jingyao, he was still shameless.

"What, what, what?" When he found the metaphor blushed, Mo Jingyao understood it in an instant, and then he asked the past without politeness.

"It is It's that your body reacts. " The more she spoke, the less she could not hear.

"Well, yes, it is. So my nosebleed is not my problem, it's your problem?" Mo Jingyao said, and he took a step closer, clasping his slender waist with his big palm, and forbidding her to retreat to avoid him.