CEO's amnesiac sweet wife

The man's voice is indifferent. It's not worth exercising too much authority towards her. It's even lazy, but it contains the deterrent power of not being angry.

Jiayi could not help but stop and grind her teeth: "what's the matter, Mr. Huo?"

"Give me a massage." Four words, said without shame, as if justified.

Anyway, if you take off your clothes, just relax. After all, it was very hard to talk with Guan Xiong about the dinner all night.

Press - massage!

Jiayi was stunned.

"I've given birth to all the children. Excuse me?" He flicked his lips, turned and lay on the edge of the bathtub.

Back muscle lines to a great extent of expansion, fierce, arrogant, perfect to impeccable, and as if in a silent order to her to move quickly.

Jiayi also knows his temperament. The more he works against him, the more he can't get any good.

Come on, eight thousand dollars is not paid yet!

She could only murmur that she was a maid now

It's better to anesthetize yourself in this way.

She walked over and sat down on the bathtub, pressing her hands on the man's solid biceps and shoulders and pressing them up.

But to be honest, his figure is better than she expected

He must be thirty, isn't he?

At this age, although he was young and middle-aged, he was definitely not a tender meat at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

She thought that even if he looked tall and strong, his muscles were at least a little flabby, but she didn't expect that his muscles were very tight, and he didn't look like a big uncle. He was better maintained than a young man.

Even a little too tight, it should be a little pressure.

However, the pressure of management like them is certainly not small. They have to curry favor with their superiors, deal with their subordinates, occasionally attend dinner parties and cocktail parties on behalf of the company. If the negotiation fails, they have to face the risk of being scolded or even dismissed by the company

She thinks that time flies a little faster.

The little woman's small hands are as soft as cotton candy, very comfortable. Although the strength is a little bit smaller, it doesn't affect anything.

Huo closed her eyes and enjoyed her massage until she finally stretched her upper limbs and adjusted her face.

Jiayi knew that he was well. She stepped back two steps and avoided her eyes. She was afraid that she might see something in front of him that she shouldn't have seen. "Is that ok

"Go out and wait." The man gave a command.

She took a deep breath and ran away.

He looked at the little woman's small back, slightly a coagulation eyebrows, eyes but added a bit of interest.

Is this little woman really the one who has had children.

He became more and more suspicious that the little meatball really came out of her stomach?

In her body, he only saw the green and astringent, can't see a trace of the vicissitudes of life.

She is like a jade that has just been carved. She should be hidden in a box by a man.

He frowned. Did he spend too much time on this woman tonight?

I guess I've been drinking too much, and my brain is crashing?

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly and his eyes were stagnant.

After all, when I was in the United States, doctors told me that it was better to drink less during the recovery period.

The stimulation of alcohol on blood vessels can cause postoperative sequelae, headache and confusion.

Even if you are drunk, you should immediately sober up, and someone will take care of you until you sober up, so as to prevent the sequelae of drunkenness from causing danger.

This is why huisao and aduh are always nervous about drinking.

But now that I'm back in Huaxia business district, it's inevitable to change cups with people at dinner.

The general western medicine antidote will be the same as the western medicine he is taking in the recovery period. Huisao helped him prepare more Chinese herbal medicine for sobering up, all of which did not conflict with the western medicine he was taking.

Fortunately, since every time from the dinner down, and did not issue a problem.

He raised his hand a few centimeters around his neck.

Long hair on the site, always left a small scar.

It's a scar from a craniotomy.

Four years ago, his maternal family gave him a family genetic disease, Guinness syndrome, which almost killed him.

However, modern medicine is prosperous and advanced after all.

After the craniotomy, he removed the tumor in the subcutaneous nerve ahead of time. He escaped the disaster and removed the root of the disease ahead of time, avoiding the same fate as his mother, Mrs. LAN.

But the most typical and normal negative sequelae of craniotomy also appeared in him.

After the operation, the congestion that had not been cleared up gathered in the cranial nerve area, resulting in a series of sequelae.

Fuzzy consciousness, memory large blank, after stimulation will have a headache.

Kevin means, in this case, you can do a supplementary debridement operation to completely remove the postoperative congestion.Just like before all operations, Kevin explained the risk of surgery: congestion gathered in the nerve area, the risk is high, especially if the second craniotomy, it is equivalent to the second trauma, the risk coefficient will be greater than the first one.

The old man strongly disagreed, and he couldn't afford to go to the operating table again.

If the blood stasis is not removed, it will have some impact on life at most and will not threaten life.

No one can guarantee that one hundred percent of the operating table can be set again.

After weighing it over and over again, he also felt that it was not a good time for him to do the dredging operation, so it was delayed.

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after closing the door of the bathroom, Jiayi leans on the door and takes a few breaths.

I can't believe she spent so long in the bathroom with that man.

Take a look at the maid's clothes. They are very light and have just been splashed with water.

Jiayi wants to go down and change a set. Just then, the bathroom door creaks.

Huo Zhenmin, wearing a long white bathrobe and a belt around her thin waist, came out and looked at her.

The maid's apron on the little woman's body was so wet that it was tightly attached to her body, revealing the exquisite lines.

Men's eyes are slightly fixed.

Jiayi was looked at by him like hundreds of rabbits in her heart. Her face turned red again when she finally recovered: "Mr. Huo, the hangover soup is over there. Please drink it slowly. I'll go down and change my clothes first."

He seems to have enjoyed teasing the single mother and making her shy. Her eyebrows are slightly raised: "sister Hui didn't tell you that when I was drunk, I had to wait beside me."

Tone slightly with a bit of arrogant overbearing.

Jiayi wants a bowl of sobering soup to hit him in the face. Are you a three-year-old?! Drink a soup, still need people to guard by the side?

Since last year, I have no one to wait on. I can dress and eat by myself. Are you ashamed!

Obviously, the man in front of him didn't feel ashamed, so he chose a comfortable posture, sat on the sofa and lifted up the sobering soup.