Cold CEO With Warm Love

"I'll pick you up at the hospital in the afternoon. Let's go to eat hot pot in the evening. My friend recommended that my hot pot is very delicious. It's on the mountain city..." Mo Qingling said, putting his hand around the neck of the city of song to kiss.

Behind suddenly spread a burst of foot step sound, interrupted Mo Qingling to do, she a turn head, see her elder brother come down from upstairs.

Mo Qingling blinked and turned around to continue. However, song Zhicheng gave up. He seemed shy and his ears were red.

Eh

She suddenly seems to have found something funny, reaching for his red ear to play non-stop.

Mo Xiuchen looked at the two people's posture, calm, voice light to the city of song asked: "did not say that the first three months will not vomit? It's been four months, and I've been vomiting so much. "

The thought that the little woman had just vomited a pale appearance made me feel very sad.

Song Zhicheng: "it's reasonable."

"By right?"

"Cough." Song Zhicheng quickly changed into a serious face, "well, the main thing is to see what she ate. Her body is not very good. Greasy things can't be eaten. Even if you eat, you can only get a little greasy, otherwise the taste will cause nausea."

Then song Zhicheng asked him, "what did Wen Yiyi just eat?"

"Spareribs soup." Mo Xiuchen's expressionless reply.

The city of Song Dynasty

So it's not like you're looking for trouble. What is it?

He also drank a bowl of spareribs soup when he came here

He is used to light, and when he drinks the soup, he feels a little greasy and dull, not to mention pregnant women, not to mention Wen Yiyi, who is so sensitive.

Song Zhicheng patiently told him something about pregnant women, and then left.

Mo Qingling also ran out with asshole dianer, "brother of the city, I'll send you."

Song Zhicheng did not refuse, followed her on the bus.

The interior of the car is closed. You can see the outside from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.

As soon as song Zhicheng sat down and fastened his seat belt, Mo Qingling rushed over, held him in both hands, and cried with a smile: "brother Zhicheng Anyway, it's half past two, and it's almost three o'clock, so don't go to work... "

Song Zhicheng himself is a doctor and the president of the hospital. It doesn't matter whether he goes or not.

Mo Qingling said as he reached out to touch him and set fire everywhere.

The whole face of song Zhicheng changed.

He pressed down her restless hand and said in a low voice: "Qingling, don't make trouble. I still have two operations in the afternoon..."

"I didn't make any noise. You see you have a reaction." Mo Qingling said innocently, pointing to his puffed up crotch.

The city of Song Dynasty

It's not all your masterpieces!!

As if he didn't see the man's warning eyes, Mo Qingling continued to tease him, which made the city of song unbearable.

Finally, he simply can't bear it. He presses her on the seat to do something. Mo Qingling says in a voice at this time: "brother Zhicheng, I suddenly remember that my aunt seems to be here."

So, you can't do that.

City of Song Dynasty: "Mo Qingling!"

He thought that she was on purpose. It's like this

Mo Qingling said innocently: "brother Zhicheng, I'm sorry, I just forgot."

Song Zhicheng took a deep breath, came down from her and sorted out himself, "drive."

"Hee hee, OK!" Mo Qingling said, aiming at him somewhere, with schadenfreude on his face.