Hearing Yang Yilin's voice, Mu Qiqi had subconsciously shrunk his small hand on Mo yanjue's arm.
But on second thought, why did she have to leave? She is a legal Mrs. mo. besides, if the Buddha is provoked, will she not have the opportunity to go out to work?
As long as you think of the future is likely to become a divorced from the society of housewives, Muqiqi this small heart will pull out cool.
Her man so excellent has given her a lot of pressure, and now she has to be shut up at home, isolated from the world, really inhumane.
So the opportunity is in her hands, she must take good advantage of it!
"No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak." He scolded Yang Yilin, but Mo yanjue didn't mean to get up. He let the little woman keep holding him and get tired.
Yang Yilin died as he walked into the room. His slender fingers were in front of his eyes. He also looked at them through his fingers. He said, "Oh, my little sweetheart. I can't stand it. What's more, elder brother Yun, who has been single for ten thousand years, feels heartache for him if he wants to think about it."
"You'd better worry about yourself." Song Qingyun comes in from the door with a medicine box. He glances at Yang Yilin with a bad tone.
Yang Yilin's eyes widened and looked at him, "how do you drop? Is this the rhythm of the situation? "
Song Qingyun bumps him to one side with his elbow, which is quite a guest way: "it doesn't seem to be your business?"
"Hey." Yang Yilin came to the strength, "why is it none of my business? As a brother, I care about you, do you know? The Baron and I can't hug each other. Are you still a bachelor? "
Song Qingyun was too lazy to pay attention to him. He went straight to the sofa. He raised his eyelids and looked at Mo yanjue. Then he turned his eyes to the woman around him. He looked up and down. Finally, he asked in silence: "what's wrong?"
Mu Qiqi showed an embarrassed smile. Before he could speak, he rolled up the trousers of his pajamas rudely and pointed to his not so red knee. He said to song Qingyun: "here, I'm injured."
Song Qingyun's face turned green at that time. He really wanted to swear!
when he is very busy, is he?
If you accidentally knock it, you have to call him. Is this pair of hands with the scalpel used to wipe a cotton ball?
"What are you doing in a daze to see if there are any bone injuries?" Seeing song Qingyun standing still, Mo yanjue raised his eyelids and looked at him. He was very calm.
Song Qingyun really wanted to get angry. "Dong" put the medicine box in his hand on the tea table and said coldly, "I think you should read the book of common sense of life when you have time."
For song Qingyun's sarcasm, Mo yanjue doesn't care. In his heart and eyes, only this woman can be filled.
"You're not here to talk nonsense!" The voice was not loud or small, but it was frightfully cold.
Mu Qiqi felt that he was talking too much. He pinched him gently on his arm. It was clear that she had nothing to do with her. Dr. Song rushed to him in a hurry, and everyone would be angry.
Doctor song still has a good temper. If it is her, she will make sure that it has been blown up. Even if the roof is not lifted, she will have a bad temper with him.
Why?
Playing with people?
Song Qingyun white ink yanjue one eye, taut face squat down the body, in her reddish knee knock, and then seriously look at her face, "pain?"
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