Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Gong Ting opened his eyes and glanced at her coldly, which made her scalp numb. She said, "just called you, you didn't respond. I thought you passed out."

The doctor looked at Gong Ting's face. He examined him. Every time he pressed a place, he heard Gong Ting frown and inhale in pain. He was helpless and said, "Mr. Gong, I suspect your old injury has relapsed. You need to have a detailed examination."

Gong Ting glanced at him, "no, I know my own body. I can't die."

"Mr. Gong!" The little fish growled in a low voice, "can you not hide from the doctor? If you are in bad health, you have to carry it. If something happens to you, how can my conscience live?"

"Your conscience?" Gong Zheng sneered, "I thought your conscience had been eaten by the dog. Do you still have a conscience?"

The little fish couldn't hear that he was scolding her. She bit her lower lip, "well, even if I have no conscience, can you stop tossing yourself like this?"

"Do you feel bad when I toss myself?" Gong Ting looked at her for a moment. His deep eyes were full of deep expectations. If she said she was distressed, he went to check it immediately.

The little fish was hit by his hot eyes, and her cheeks were hot. "Who are you? Why should I be distressed?"

The expectation in Gong Ting's eyes gradually dissipated. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "do you care about my life or death?"

Xiaoyu: "

The doctor listened to their conversation and knew that Gong Ting was angry, but even if you want to be angry, you can't joke about your body. He kindly advised: "Mr. Gong, you'd better check with me. Your body is your own, and you're the one who suffers. Others have no conscience. You can't hurt yourself, can you?"

"No!" There was a deep hostility between the man's eyebrows and eyes.

The doctor had no choice but to turn his eyes to the little fish. "Miss Su, you advise Mr. Gong. If he has three long and two short comings, can your conscience live?"

With that, the doctor took the nurse out of the ward and stood outside the door waiting.

The doctor buttoned down a moral hat. Xiaoyu really couldn't calm down. She looked at the wayward man, and her heart to kill him became stronger and stronger.

Why did he eat her to death?

"Mr. Gong, go and check. What's going to happen to you? I really can't afford it."

Gong Ting closed his eyes, looked tired and ignored her.

Xiaoyu knows where the crux of the problem is. Doesn't he refuse to go because she says he doesn't feel bad? She clenched her teeth. "I've never seen a man more awkward than you. I'll be distressed and cry when you die. I'll dig your grave and dig you out."

Gong Ting twitched at the corner of his mouth, carelessly opened his eyes and glanced at her, "you really have a strong taste."

"Go and check it." The little fish waved his hand impatiently, like driving away flies. In fact, he was just hiding his uneasiness and didn't want to be seen by him.

Gong Ting finally got his own way and forced what he wanted to hear from her. Although this was not pleasant to hear, he got up and went out happily.

The little fish sighed. Old children, old children, are they more like children as they get older? They have to coax them when they see a doctor and take medicine?

Unexpectedly, Mr. Gong, who usually looks at Gao Leng's abstinence, is such a Mr. Gong, which almost destroys her three outlooks.