President spoils the dark wife

"Doctor, look at her hand. She's bleeding a lot just now!"

Jing mowen held Mo Yiran all the way. Mo Yiran was bumped all the way and felt like vomiting

At this time, Jing mowen roared as soon as he entered the door, startled the doctor who was drinking tea with a tea cup, and almost didn't spray out.

Jing mowen gently puts Mo Yiran on the chair. Mo Yiran actually feels that his hand is all right. It just cuts a small hole.

But since Jing mowen spoke like this, she still stretched out her wrist to the doctor.

The doctor pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose, looked carefully at Mo Yiran's wound, and looked serious: "fortunately, it came in time!"

Hearing the speech, Jing mowen was surprised. He slapped the table fiercely, and the tea on the shaking table turned out a little.

The elderly doctor was frightened twice in half a minute. His fragile heart couldn't stand it. He wanted to scold the young man by relying on his old age.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw that the man's eagle like eyes were staring at him coldly, swallowed his saliva, and swallowed it back to his mouth.

Trembling hands picked up the tea on the table, blew it, drank it slowly, and said, "fortunately, it was delivered in time. It will heal later."

"How dare you play with me?"

Jing mowen was relieved when he heard the speech, and then narrowed his eyes dangerously. There was a faint anger in his eyes.

Yiran looked up at Jing mowen, reached out and gently held the man's hand, as if to appease him.

"Well, you go and sit aside first. I'll tell the doctor myself."

With a gentle smile and a smooth tone.

Jing mowen stared at the doctor coldly again, snorted coldly, and sat aside.

"Doctor, I just fell and felt very painful. I don't know whether it was a fracture or a sprain."

Mo Yiran goes to follow the doctor for examination. Jing mowen stands in the corridor waiting.

Inadvertently raised his eyes, but saw a familiar figure.

The man is wearing a light pink shirt with some folds.

He walked in a hurry and looked anxious. In the past, his face, which was always in high spirits, also appeared haggard. It seemed that he had been hit by something, and the vicissitudes of life had changed overnight.

Jing mowen frowned, hurried over and grabbed him: "Chen Yu?"

The man suddenly turned around and saw Jing mowen. He looked a little frightened for a moment, and his eyes dodged.

"Mo Mo, what a coincidence. Why are you here?"

Chen Yu's smile was a little stiff, but he still forced a calm greeting.

Jing mowen frowned slightly, took back his hand and said, "Ran Ran sprained her foot. Take her to have a look. It's you. What's the matter?"

"No! No... I mean... No big deal." Chen Yu couldn't express his meaning, and his nervous forehead was sweating.

"I... I just don't feel a little sore in my throat. Come and have a look. I'll go first!"

Then he left in a hurry, regardless of Jing Mo Wen.

Jing mowen looked at Chen Yu's hurried back and thought he must have something to do, but since he didn't want to reveal it, he couldn't force him to say it.

Mo Yiran limped out after the inspection. He didn't see the figure of Jing mowen. He guessed that he might answer the phone or hide somewhere to smoke.

I didn't care. I held the wall and limped to the bathroom.

As soon as I went to the bathroom, I saw a woman holding the wall coming out.

The woman looks young, about 20 years old, beautiful, thin, pale and terrible, with virtual sweat on her forehead.

Wearing a knee length white skirt and sleeveless, she looks more weak.

Because holding the same wall, they looked up at the same time and their eyes collided.

One indifference, one sadness.

Then, as if they had made an appointment, they smiled at each other and gave way.

When the woman passed by, Mo Yiran sensitively smelled a smell of blood.

Thinking of the woman's expression and posture just now, I guessed something in my heart.

Yiran looked back and looked at the girl who was holding the wall, as if she would be blown down by a gust of wind at any time. She had some bad feelings in her heart.

I don't know why. Mo Yiran looked at the girl and always felt like he had seen her somewhere. He looked familiar, but he couldn't remember for a moment.

For a long time, he shook his head and left.

When I came out of the bathroom, my cell phone just rang. It was Jing mowen.

Answer, Jing mowen's low voice sounded: "where?"

"Bathroom."

"Wait for me right where you are. I'll be right there."

After a brief explanation of the situation, Mo Yiran sat on one side of the chair and waited for Jing mowen to take her back.

Her foot is really not easy to walk.

Before long, Mo Yiran heard the man's hurried footsteps before she finished replying to a message.

"Why don't you wait for me? What if you fall again?"

The man frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

Mo Yiran smiled: "it's all right. My foot is not broken."

Men's careless attitude towards women is somewhat angry, but more helpless.

He knows that Mo Yiran has been used to independence since childhood because of family reasons. She carries everything by herself and doesn't want to trouble anyone.

"Ranran, you have to understand that I'm not someone else."

Jing mowen bent over and carefully picked up the woman. His gentle movement seemed to be holding a very precious handicraft.

With dye leaning against the man's warm arms, the light and clear smell of tobacco spread to the tip of the nose.

She didn't understand what Jing mowen meant. She looked up at the man in some doubt.

"Huh? What?"

She asked.

Jing mowen looked at the beautiful woman in his arms like a precious cat and smiled without saying anything.

Sometimes, a stubborn person.

No matter how much you tell her, you'd better tell her with practical action.

I'm willing to be bothered by you without complaint or regret.

There are not many people in the hospital, but there are still pedestrians coming and going along the way.

I don't know why. Now there are not many elderly people in the hospital, but many young people.

It's all money. There's no place to go.

Yi Ran remembers that Bai Shengyan always liked to run to the hospital in the past. He had to see a pox on his back for fear of his late cancer.

Speaking of it, Bai Shengyan has made an embarrassing incident before.

Because it was just a little painful in the chest, Bai Shengyan was too busy to run to the hospital, so he checked the reason on the Internet.

As a result, breast cancer is dying soon.

He also made a will. Mo Yiran almost inherited his inheritance and became rich.

It turned out that it was only bitten by a small insect.

After this incident, Bai Shengyan always liked to run to the hospital and didn't believe Du Niang anymore.

Mo Yiran was carried back by Jing mowen, but pedestrians turned their heads one after another in a short corridor distance.

Actually, it's normal.

Men are handsome and women are beautiful, and their clothes are rich and noble. The God face of male god goddess level is attractive. In addition, there is a princess hug, and the rate of turning back is extremely high.

"Mo Wen, why don't you put me down?"

Yi Ran is not shy. Her envy is mixed with a few jealous eyes. She has long been used to it. She just thinks it's too ostentatious in the hospital.

However, Jing mowen thought that Mo Yiran was shy, lowered his eyes and smiled: "Ranran, you will often have such eyes with a top-notch man like me in the future. You have to get used to it."

Mo Yiran: "

Who is not a beauty?

You look good!

Do what you like, narcissist.