Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"Well, let it go."

Mo Beiting came in wrapped in a bathrobe. His hair was half dry and he had the smell of bath milk.

He sat down by the bed. "Go down."

Yi Qiao had planned to eat, he pestle here, she immediately did not even eat mood, a cold face to see him, "you also go out."

Mo Beiting picked her up and seemed to know that he was rude and hurt her.

Be very careful.

I'm afraid I'll pull the wound!

"Well behaved, get up to eat, sorry, I should not use strong today, I apologize, you don't make trouble with me, eh?"

His voice was hoarse and deliberately subdued.

I wanted to kiss her, but I held back for fear of touching those bad memories!

Mo Beiting is not good at coaxing women. All he can say is what he usually says.

Not even a word of love.

See Yi Qiao or cold eyebrow, then end bowl, picked rice with chopsticks to feed her.

"Yiqiao, be obedient."

Yi Qiao doesn't want him to feed: "I'll do it myself."

"I feed you." Her spirit looked bad, and the marks on her neck were more obvious than in the morning, accusing him of his rudeness last night.

"No more."

She reached over, and Mo Beiting didn't force her to hand her the chopsticks.

Yi Qiao had a small bowl of soup before she began to eat.

Mo Beiting reached out to touch the blue red mark on her clavicle. Yi Qiao shrunk her shoulder in a small arc to avoid his touch.

The man's eyes narrowed. He took back his hand and watched her finish eating and put the chopsticks on the bedside table.

When the side of a face of forbearance.

She spoke slowly and weakly. "You go out. I'm going to sleep."

"Elder sister Rong said that you had a day's sleep," Mo Beiting said with a strong sense of oppression and half persuasion: "go down for a walk."

"I want to sleep."

She now, move all ache, add in the heart annoy him, half a words all don't want to say.

Mo Beiting glanced at Yi Qiao, stood up and didn't ask her any more. He reached for her.

Yi Qiao's mood was excited. She shrunk and beat his outstretched hand. She yelled at him: "I said, I won't go down. I want to sleep. You go out."

Mo Beiting's hand was patted open several times by her. Her handsome face was cold and thin. Seeing that she was in pain, she gave a "sizzling" sound. Her eyebrows were severely wrinkled and she was strongly held up. "Don't make trouble. I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'm not going."

Mo Beiting calmly took her downstairs and said without squinting: "you can go if you don't want to. I'll let people cut Lu Ran's body one day until you are in your position."

"Lunatic, psycho."

Lu Yan is always gentle and considerate to her. Sometimes when he quarrels, he compromises first.

Yi Joe had never been treated so rudely.

Mo Beiting said with a smile, "of course, if one Lu Ran is not enough, there are Lu family members, Muzi and Shisheng. Anyway, there are many people you care about. One by one, your injury will be almost cured."

Yi Qiao pulled to pull lip, radian takes obvious self mockery: "you put me down, I go by myself."

"You have injuries."

"You didn't make me hurt. Now I'm hypocritical. Is that interesting?"

Men have emotions rolling by. If they are not fighting, Mo Beiting still likes Yi Qiao like this. Compared with being rational and calm, he looks like a normal person.

"So I'll take you to the doctor."

Yi Qiao

Her angry face turned white, "Mo Beiting, this kind of thing to the hospital, you don't feel shame?"

The man stopped and looked down at the woman in his arms. "If I remember correctly, you've lost face once for this kind of thing, or do you think it's less humiliating to be misunderstood by the doctor as being raped or sexually abused?"

Yi Qiao looked at his perfect chin and couldn't help closing his eyes!

At the beginning, how could she feel that this man was not only a little indifferent, but also good to people?

Mo Beiting put her on the co pilot and drove all the way to the hospital.

He didn't go to Yan Jinzhi's Hospital, although there was gynecology there.

I guess I think it's a shame.

Mo Beiting had already arranged a female doctor in the maternal and child health care hospital. Without registration, he took her directly into the diagnosis room.

The doctor is a middle-aged woman in her thirties.

Yi Qiao feels familiar, looked two more eyes, suddenly - this is the woman doctor who diagnosed laceration for her last time.