The Young Wife is Pregnant:Pampered and Teased by Young Master Marshall

"Well, it's expensive." With that, Mo Jingyao glanced at her clothes.

The metaphor is even more insistent, "how expensive is it? Five thousand? "

"Fifty thousand." He never messes up. He can do as much as he wants. The processing fee is 20000 yuan. As for the ingredients, he can say 30000 yuan casually.

Because all the ingredients of this table are organic. Vegetables grow green without chemical fertilizer. Ordinary supermarkets can't buy them. It's really cheap to say 30000 yuan.

"Mo Jingyao, why don't you rob it?" Yu se jumps up and reaches for Mo Jingyao's hand.

As soon as Mo Jingyao saw her gesture, he silently put down the kebab in his hand and handed her a hand like a work of art, "pinch."

As a result, Yu Seton was not interested in pinching.

It's boring.

"Then I don't need it."

"Well, it's better not to." He is only willing to prepare these ingredients for her, but he is not willing to prepare others.

Yu sebai glanced at him and said he was stingy. He was inviting her to a barbecue.

Forget it, she doesn't have the same opinion with him. It's good for her to eat common food with her classmates.

"Mo Jingyao, why don't you eat it?" She has been full, but not enough, so, with a round stomach is still trying.

"When you finish eating." He felt that the speed of his barbecue was not enough for her. If he ate with her, the little girl would be drooling.

It's like eating, tut tut.

But he just likes to watch, and no one cares.

"I'm full, but I haven't had enough. I can cook and eat. I'll bake and you can eat." Yu se finds that he is about to become a capitalist, so he kindly pushes Mo Jingyao to the massage chair.

Mo Jingyao glanced at the bamboo sticks that had been destroyed by metaphor. If she ate them again, he would worry about her stomach, "OK."

Compared with yuse's gobbling, Mo Jingyao's eating is much more polite. Every time yuse looks back, the man is eating slowly.

"Aren't you hungry? How can you eat so slowly? Or did you steal a meal when I didn't wake up? "

"No

"Then eat quickly and watch your stomach." A little did not expect that he did not have lunch, but just when she ate, he had been quietly barbecue for her.

This will see Mo Jingyao, and his favor has been improved.

Yu se is baking, and suddenly he finds that there is a dark shadow wriggling in the receding tide, "someone."

She this voice, Mo Jing Yao instant arrived her side, "where?"

Then, following the metaphorical finger, he saw, "wait for me here, don't go anywhere."

Only ten meters away, and within five hundred meters, there was no one else except the one not far away. Mo Jingyao walked over safely.

People who have experienced traffic accidents are naturally alert to anyone close to them.

"Help Help... " When he was two steps away from the man, Mo Jingyao stopped.

If it wasn't for metaphor, he wouldn't care about this person.

It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.

But Yu se likes to cure and save people, so he satisfies her good habit.

It's a woman.

However, in Mo Jingyao's eyes, he only recognized that she was a woman, and he didn't feel anything about her pretty face.

"I'll send you to the hospital right away." Since he can speak, he choked a few mouthfuls of sea water at most and can't die.

"Thank you." The woman nodded and her head fell on the beach. She had no strength to move and talk.

Mo Jingyao called a taxi and left.

"How is she?" Yu se thought that the man would carry someone over to cure him, but he came back alone.

"I can't die. A car will pick her up later."

"I'll see." Yu se said that he would put down the kebab in his hand.

"She can talk, she's conscious, just send her to the hospital. I don't want to get into trouble." In the last sentence, Mo Jingyao's pronunciation is very strong.

There are too many people to kill him, so the less contact with people, the better.

That's the best way to protect yourself.

He said this, Yu se thought of the car accident he had, looked at the woman's direction again, and finally stopped.

Choking on the sea water, as long as the sea water spits out, she can't help. After all, people are sober.

So the metaphor goes back to the oven and continues to barbecue.

Two people a roast a eat picture freehand in the long beach, so beautiful.

There's a car coming.

It's not an ambulance. It's a private car arranged by Mo Jingyao.

I don't want to disturb ambulances and police.

He likes the quiet moment.

Two women carried the woman who choked the sea to the car."Cough..." The woman coughed violently.

Then she put down her kebab and rushed to it in a few steps, "are you sick?"

This cough is not a simple person who only chokes the sea.

It's a feeling of dying.

"Cough, I want to die early, but I just can't bear my poor son." The woman coughed and sobbed.

Yu SE's heart tightened, at the same time, a message flashed through his mind.

The woman's illness is very serious. It's terminal.

"How old is the son?"

"At the age of three, it sounds nice to call mom." When a woman talks about her son, her pale face is shining.

Yuse's heart aches.

Every child yearns for his mother's love, and she is.

"When you get out of the hospital, you can go back and buy some radishes and lotus roots to extract juice, about 30ml each. Take them once a day in the morning and evening, which will relieve the situation of hematemesis."

"You How do you know I vomit blood? " The woman was shocked.

Yu se light smile, "your face is not good."

When the woman heard this, she immediately broke away from the two people who dragged her to the car, climbed directly in front of Yu se, and kowtowed to her, "can you cure me? If it's all right, I'll give you all my life and repay you. "

"I can't cure it yet." She just searched in her mind for a long time, only found this simple prescription to relieve hematemesis. As for the radical cure, she really didn't have it in her mind.

Therefore, in order to cure this woman, she has to add some medical knowledge, which needs Mo Jingyao's help.

Without his jade, she couldn't help it.

"You must have a way. You know at a glance that I often vomit blood. You are more powerful than those old TCM doctors. They can't tell at a glance that I vomit blood." When a woman is excited, she will hold the hand of metaphor for fear that metaphor will run away.

"Stop it." Don't want to, a fierce drink spread, directly stopped her.

It's Mo Jingyao.

The metaphorical hand can only be held by him, but not by others, even women.

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