President Daddy is super strong

In the hospital.

Muqiqi didn't go back for another night.

It's also yawning to go to the canteen to make a meal for he Jiajun.

Playing the rice porridge suitable for he Jiajun, she walked to the ward.

All the way in the continuous cover mouth, yawn, tears are fast out.

All of a sudden, a hand reached out to intercept her. She was scared and almost cried out.

But before she could call, she was forced into the next ward, and then there was a whirl.

"Oh ~" her mouth was choked. She struggled desperately, holding the heat preservation barrel in her hand, but she died.

But when she felt something, she immediately gave up the resistance and called out his name vaguely: "Mo... Mo yanjue" in the interval of men's breath

Someone raised his head and looked at her with scarlet eyes. "Do you know it's me?"

Muqiqi was frightened by the cold and ferocious eyes on his body. He shook his shoulders and stammered, "know... Know."

"I know you don't want to go home. Muqiqi, your courage is really growing!" Mo yanjue opened his mouth, obviously with anger.

He stayed at home alone for two nights, but she didn't even have a phone message. Isn't that bold?

"Er... Mu Qiqi just remembered that she only asked manager Li for leave, but forgot to tell him.

Also blame her these two days in the hospital inside and outside busy, unexpectedly forgot completely.

"Isn't he Jiajun just waking up? The doctor said that his condition was not stable, so I stayed to watch. I was just dizzy and forgot to tell you Muqiqi explained in a low voice, and constantly observed the expression changes on his face.

As a result, the voice just fell and was severely blocked, as if to punish her, fierce and fierce.

That frightening look is like the feeling of never giving up without gnawing off a layer of skin from her mouth.

"Well, Mo yanjue, let's have a word to say..." she is not so much struggling as begging for mercy.

She hasn't had a good sleep for two nights. She's so ferocious and tossed by him. What strength does she have.

As a result, it's OK that she doesn't speak. As soon as she speaks, someone's Revenge becomes stronger. She raises her small hand and puts it on the wall. It's devastation again.

When she was released, Muqiqi had become a withered flower.

A pair of eyes misty, two legs weak, even the arms have no strength.

But the hand that she carried the thermos bucket didn't let go. There was breakfast for he Jiajun in it, so she had to protect it.

And this move fell into the eyes of moyanjue, like a thorn in the heart.

He glared at it fiercely and asked in a cold voice, "what is that?"

Muqiqi of brain a pot of porridge slowly returns to his mind, looks at the past along the direction of moyanjue's eyes, and finally drops his eyes on the heat preservation barrel in his hand.

"This is porridge for he Jiajun," she replied in a hoarse voice

At this point, Mo yanjue's chest was like a fire, burning.

"Open!" An opening without temperature.

Muqiqi was shocked by his angry appearance. He foolishly did what he said and unscrewed the cover of the heat preservation barrel.

"Take it!" It's cold again.

Muqiqi swallowed his throat and walked towards the man leaning against the guardrail of the hospital bed with a soft step.

"What are you doing?"

Muqiqi's voice fell, and the holding barrel was snatched away. With the infinite enlargement of her pupil ··