President Daddy is super strong

I don't know if she used to control her hands. Since she drew a picture of a customer's hands in Shinai Town, Mu Qiqi has been deeply in love with her hands.

Now with the morning light to carefully observe his good-looking palm, two eyes shine, it really seems to touch.

She put her little hand on the long and beautiful palm of her hand, and took the opportunity to secretly touch it.

The skin is tender and smooth, and the hand feel is excellent. I can't help it.

All his thoughts were in his hands, and he was allowed to take them to the hospital without any resistance.

Until she was sent to an examination room, the person was comforted to sit down on the chair, and the beautiful hand was released from her hand.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of loss, and my eyes could not help looking at him.

Where did Mo yanjue know what she was looking at? He thought that she was so restless because she was nervous. So he immediately comforted him and said, "it's OK, it's just a simple inspection, it's OK."

Muqiqi nodded in desperation. Before he could open his mouth, the middle-aged man in a white coat came over, greeted moyanjue respectfully, and then arranged the next inspection items in person.

Amnesia is different from other diseases. It is very complicated from examination to treatment. Even so, doctors are not sure whether they can cure it in the future. They can only try it first.

After all kinds of inspections, Muqiqi is hungry. Fortunately, the last item is over. She is not too upset.

Through her position on the examination bed, she looked at the man waiting outside the screen. He stood there, frowning, motionless, with four words on his face: I was worried.

For a moment, the heart is like a fire wrapped around her, warm, very comfortable.

"Now, Miss mu, you can get up." The nurse's sweet voice reminded her that Muqiqi had come back to her senses, took back her eyes from the man and sat up from the hospital bed.

Seeing her sitting up, waiting for the man outside to come in quickly, he reached out to help her, and his deep voice was eager, "how are you, OK?"

The arm is grasped by the man, and the back is slightly quivering. With his thick arm, she looks at the handsome side face of the man. There is some softness in the sharp edges and corners. It seems that it is quite different from the cold that she met for the first time yesterday.

She shook her head. "It's OK."

The man helped her out of bed, then looked at the expert who was sorting out the case, "how is it?"

"Some tests can only be carried out the day after tomorrow, and we will not know until the results come out." The expert replied respectfully and truthfully.

"Let me know the result." Frowning, his face was a little more eager. He was eager to know why she lost her memory and how long it would be good.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mo, we will try our best."

For the sake of her disease, Lao song specially convened experts and authorities in this field to set up a treatment group to specially work out a treatment plan for her disease, so it takes time to discuss.

Mo yanjue nodded, "OK, it's hard. I'll wait for your call."

"Mr. Mo, you are welcome. This is all we should do." The middle-aged man cautiously sent the Buddha out of the hospital and watched him carefully supporting the woman to get on the car, which made him feel relieved.

"How do you feel?" Looking at her face, Mo yanjue asked nervously.

And her shining eyes were staring at his hands... B