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Holding him back to the ward, the late star watched the man holding his waist and refused to let go, and said, "listen, I'll add another one now. You can't hold me casually!"

Originally, Mo, who was still in his wife's arms, insisted that his body was stiff. He raised his handsome face and said, "Hey, you woman, don't go too far!"

Shit, I can't kiss you. Now I can't even hold you?

What's the meaning of life!!

"Lie down." The evening star pressed him on the bed.

But Mo insisted on clasping her wrist and rubbing the back of her hand on her face, "Ning Xiaoxing... Can you stop tormenting me?"

Proud as he, no matter in front of who, has always been invincible appearance.

What he does not want is always denied in his own tone.

I've never asked anyone in such a low voice, can I.

The evening star drew back his hand and sat on the chair beside him, "you should take care of your injury first."

Mo insisted that he was frustrated for a few seconds, but when he thought of her being with him, even if he couldn't hold her, she was still there.

Mo Dashao comforts himself forcefully.jpg

The door of the ward was knocked, and Wanxing turned to look at it. After seeing the little figure coming in, she stood up in surprise, "Xiaochen?"

It's Mo quanchen!

Yes, I remember that Mo Zhiyan's family are also in country y.

After him, there are several bodyguards. The bodyguards put a large bag of supplements (all kinds of snacks) and a fruit basket carefully selected by Mo Zhiyan on the tea table. Then Bi Gong nodded to Mo Zhiyan, turned and walked out, waiting at the door.

And Mo Quan Chen is very formal, a black suit, even the black hair is like careful care.

Holding a bunch of roses in his hand, he looked at Wanxing and said, "sister Wanxing. I heard that my brother is in hospital. I've come to see him

Then he handed the flowers over.

Mo insists on words, hands ring arm, drag of lean on the head of the bed, looking at Mo Quan Chen sneer.

Didn't you say you came to see me?!

What's the rose from your patient?!

However, the evening star is very happy to take over, looking at Mo quanchen with a smile, "Xiao Chen is so good, Mo insists that it's all right now, er, does uncle and aunt know about it?"

Mo quanchen, who has been praised, has a few lines of happiness in his eyes, but still has a small poker face and a mature voice. "My parents don't know that my brother has come to country y at all."

"So..." Wanxing is relieved. She just doesn't know how to explain the injury to Mo's father and mother.

Evening star pointed to the basket, "you sit, I'll wash the fruit for you."

"Well." Mo Quan Chen nodded, watching the late star open the fruit basket, watching the late star to the kitchen, continue to watch.

At last, I just stepped on my legs and said, "I'll help you too..."

Mo's insistence ignored on one side

After washing the fruit, the evening star took it back and put it on the head of the bed where Mo insisted, "wash it, eat it yourself."

Then picked a sweet orange to peel, "Xiaochen, do you eat this?"

Mo Quan Chen nodded, "I eat everything."

Evening star will peel good sweet orange to Mo quanchen half.

The whole process is insisted by Mo

Damn, he's going to lift the table! ~!

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