Kiss You, Sweetheart

"Don't move." Bo en patted him on the head.

Mo Chong

Can he not move? She knelt down on the sofa and touched his head. Her chest was rubbing on his face all the time, and he couldn't hold it.

The whole person is as hard as stone.

Breathing a little asthma, steaming hot, sprayed to Bo en's chest. That hot spoon feeling, let Bo en en a Zheng, suddenly meaning what, suddenly patted Mo Chong's head.

"What are you thinking? I'm your sister

Mo Chong

He is really wronged! Obviously she rubbed around, but also blame him, really dumb to eat Coptis, there is pain can not say.

"Miss nurse, when you change your dressing, you're also cranky." Some chick taught a serious lesson.

Mo Chong couldn't help pleading: "at least she won't rub me with a chest implement."

Bo en en

"Be pure in mind." A girl's lesson is that she shakes the scissors in her hand and thinks about cheating. Her life is not guaranteed.

Mo Chong

In this world, there is a kind of creature that can confuse black and white, that is - women!

"Do you want to use the hemostatic powder in your bag?"

"No." Mo Chong immediately refused, who has nothing to do with that kind of special effect medicine, the pain is very painful.

Bo en en looked through his careful thinking and sneered: "Bai Chang's flesh is still afraid of the pain."

Mo Chong

Is that a little pain? It's not his body. He can't carry it.

Bo en en was just joking. She knew the pain of applying that special medicine powder. Mo Chong was about to mutate into a biochemical human at that time.

In fact, her heart aches.

The short sleeve pajamas she bought for Mo Chong had many scars on his arm, deep and shallow, long and short. Bo en looked at them and wanted to cry.

I don't know what he's been through these years. There are so many small injuries on the arm, you can imagine them on the body.

Fortunately, people are still alive.

With tears in his eyes, Bo en poured the ointment on Mo, and his voice was gentle: "the doctor said this ointment is the most effective for scar formation, and it will be better in a few days. If you don't want to go to the hospital, you can apply this ointment every day. "

Mo Chong didn't say a word, and Ren Bo en made trouble on his head.

In his memory, when he was injured, he would stop bleeding and relieve pain by himself, and let him grow up. He did not dare to go to the hospital for regular treatment, nor did he have such a pair of gentle hands to gently touch himself

Mo Chong took a deep breath, pressed the little palpitations in his heart, and warned himself again and again that his life now can only be isolated and carefree.

The ointment is clear and cool, but it calms Mo Chong's heart a lot.

"All right." Bo en clapped his hands. "It's a good day. You don't have to wear a hat when you go out tomorrow."

Mo Chong felt the bandage on his head and praised: "it's very tight It's airtight. "

Bo en hey smile: "that is, practice makes perfect, help you change medicine for a few days, I am basically half a nurse."

Mo Chong smile, he stood up and said: "I wash clothes."

Bo en only bought pajamas for him, not a coat. He only had one set of clothes. If he didn't wash them, he would not have to wear them tomorrow.

"The laundry is in the kitchen." Bo en pointed.

Mo rushed to the bathroom, picked up his clothes and took them to the kitchen to wash.

I didn't come out for a long time.

Boone had already opened up the beer: "brother Chong?"

Mo Chong slowly appeared in the kitchen door,

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