The First Spoiled Marriage: Mr.Gu, No Way!

Seeing that there was no one else at the bottom of the seventh master's eyes except reading, why did he cough softly? I was really worried. I didn't know if I should repeat what I said just now.

She grabbed the four test tubes in her hand, and her eyes flickered with rare worry.

Feng Yinian took Gu Beicheng's arm and asked him to stand up.

"Professor He, let's start." she stretched out her hand and laid it flat on the blanket on the table.

"Four bottles of test tubes, each about 60% full, add up is not enough for our women's menstruation every month."

"Today is exactly twelve weeks. Some examinations are necessary. Seventh master, would you like to go and sit and wait?"

Why lift your eyes and look at Gu Beicheng? There are words at the bottom of your eyes.

Seventh master, standing here will affect me. Although, draw blood, I promise there will be no deviation, but it's hard to say when you look like this.

Please go away! I'm a little bit nervous! If you accidentally prick it wrong and want to prick it again, will you kill me?

As a world-famous obstetrician, I can't say what I mean later.

However, under her indifferent expression, she was really a little nervous. She even read a letter.

This is not to blame for the unprofessional professors. It can only be said that the Qi field of the seventh master is really strong.

"No, I'll just stand." Gu Beicheng replied before Feng Yinian spoke.

The seventh Master said he wouldn't go, and he couldn't continue to ask. Why did he take back his sight, frown and tear open the vacuum package containing the blood drawing fine needle.

"Beicheng, you'd better go and wait. There's no need to stand all the time." Feng Yinian said softly.

"No, I'll accompany you." Gu Beicheng gently grabbed Feng Yinian and exposed his shoulder.

Suddenly I felt that the man's breath was somewhat different. Feng Yinian's sight was cast on Gu Beicheng again.

Sure enough, the seventh master was nervous. He actually looked at her arm nervous!

Seventh master, aren't you afraid of injections? Besides, the needle doesn't seem to have hit him yet?

"Well, just relax and hold the fist." why is one hand holding Feng Yinian's hand and one hand holding a fine needle.

The seventh master doesn't want to go away. Can't she not look?

He comforted himself that the fine needle he was holding was slowly approaching the blood vessel of Feng Yinian.

"Good, that's it. It's like a mosquito bite. It's okay. Just relax."

In Feng Yinian's sight, the seventh master was looking at the small needle.

The strength of his shoulder tightened when the fine needle approached his skin.

I thought a man would say a word of comfort, but he didn't say a word.

The needle was inserted into the blood vessel. Professor he didn't know what he was talking about. The male hot breath was more compact.

Looking at such a seven master, Feng Yinian can hardly feel any pain.

She even thought it was funny that she was stabbed, but she was really nervous about Beicheng and Professor He.

It's normal for Beicheng to be distressed. He will also be distressed if she hurts at ordinary times, but this moment should not only be distressed, but also a little afraid.

A man who does not change his face in front of any powerful weapon will be afraid of such a small thing.

"OK." bang Feng Yinian pressed the wound with disinfectant cotton. Why did he spit out hard.

Gu Beicheng was also slightly stunned for half a second before he reacted. He immediately stretched out his big palm and helped Feng Yinian suppress the wound.

"It's all right. Don't be too nervous." Feng Yinian stood up in his chair.