Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Nanqiao was very tired, and didn't want to move at all. She didn't get out of bed in a hurry to wash.

Mo Beicheng didn't open his eyes, but his hand on her waist was tight. "I'll sleep for a while. Today I'm going to have an examination. I won't have an operation immediately."

"Oh."

Nanqiao has checked the information on Baidu before, but what she said above is vague, specific, she is not clear.

She didn't sleep well. She had a headache, but she couldn't sleep again.

She leans on Mo Beicheng to think about things.

"What are you thinking?"

Mo Beicheng opened his eyes. She couldn't sleep. He could tell from the depth of her breath that she didn't sleep.

He simply sat up from the bed and asked in a dumb voice.

"I'm awake. I can't sleep."

Mo Beicheng face slightly dark, mercilessly exposed her lies, "lie."

He could guess what she was thinking without any trouble.

When Sheng has no news for a day, she can't be magnanimous for a day.

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

……………

After a series of examinations, the operation took about two days.

The doctor looked at Mo Beicheng and told Nan Qiao: "you can have sex at least one month later. Don't be like last time. It's easy to cause other complications. It's related to your life's happiness. Don't be careless."

"Yes."

South Qiao's face is indifferent of should descend, but on the white earlobe gradually suffused with a thin red halo.

Mo Beicheng coldly eyebrows not language, lead South Qiao's hand to pull her out of the consulting room.

This little thing is worth mentioning?

On the way back, Mo Beicheng drove the car very fast. He was very stiff all the way and didn't speak.

Nanqiao asked, "third brother, are you in a bad mood?"

On his face, he almost took a pen and wrote "I'm in a bad mood. Come and coax me.".

Mo Beicheng snorted coldly: "do you think I should be in a good mood? If you are touched by a group of people, you will have to endure it for a month. "

South Joe was a little nervous when he got up.

She pursed her lips and did not speak.

……

As soon as he arrived at Repulse Bay, Nanqiao received wechat from Wei'an. At this point, it should be early in the morning in the United States.

It's a name and a string of phone numbers.

She doesn't understand, just want to ask if he sent the wrong person, Wei An's second message came again.

"The psychiatrist found it for you. It's my sister. I've told her about you. You can call her directly and make an appointment with her."

Wei An is a real American. His primary school, middle school, University, postgraduate and doctoral students are all in American universities. It's really a bit difficult for him to find a psychiatrist who knows his roots and fully trusts him in China.

Moreover, he also understands that China's national conditions are not as open as those of the United States. After all, sexual apathy is not something that can be said without hesitation.

Nanqiao could hold on to him for so many years. She didn't say until she got married that if the new psychiatrist was a man and didn't know her well, she might have to hold on for two years before she could let down her guard.

So he went out of his way to find a woman.

Nanqiao holds the mobile phone and stares at the screen for a long time. Until Mo Beicheng starts to wring her eyebrows, she says, "I may not need it."

When Wei An received the message, he was drinking coffee and studying Nanqiao's illness and character with his sister. He glanced at the text message and thought he might have read it wrong.

Because Nanqiao sent it in Chinese.

I read it carefully again, and then I was sure I was right.

He passed CET-6 in Chinese. Although he couldn't understand the local words like "xiaogongju, 250", Nanqiao's sentence was quite standard and literal.

"You're not cold? OhMyGod, who cured you? Your husband? "

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She returned to the home screen, thought about it, and turned off the phone.

Once Wei'an is involved in academic research, he will be very crazy. He is totally one-way thinking. Maybe he has to unlock the posture Mo Beicheng used.

If she doesn't turn it off, she'll be annoyed.

While waiting for the red light, Mo Beicheng turned his head and looked at her

Nanqiao didn't plan to hide from him: "Wei An."

Wei An is Nanqiao's psychologist, and Mo Beicheng knows.

He twisted his eyebrows, intuitive she is not a good thing to find him: "you insomnia?"

Back to the shallow water, Nanqiao enters the gate.

Mo Beicheng asked for leave for her for a period of time. Two days ago, he was very worried about Shisheng, and he didn't have the extra thought to think about the company.