"Really? Let me, an internal and external doctor, take a good look at it for you." Qin Yuxiao was fooled by him once and will not be fooled again at this time. So he stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest.

"Ah......" Mo Beichen cried out in pain. His originally straight back suddenly arched.

"Ah..." at the same time, the little woman also exclaimed, because all the blood on her palm was from the wound on Mo Beichen's shirt. "Is it your wound?" she was so frightened that she quickly took her hand back.

"Yes, I told you, why don't you believe me?" Mo Beichen looked up at Qin Yuxiao, his slender body, subconsciously snuggling on the body.

"Why did you shed so much blood? You didn't say it before." Qin Yuxiao instinctively stretched out his hands and quickly untied the button of his black shirt to check the injury on his left chest.

Although the night was not very bright tonight, under the reflection of the light in the Wang family's house, she could clearly see that the gauze handled by Mo Beichen's chest was still the one she handled for him.

At this moment, the whole white gauze has been dyed red by cherry red blood. It's strange that Mo Beichen is wearing a black shirt today. If the clothes were lighter, so much blood would have been seeped out on the gauze.

"If I said it, would you be as worried as now?" he tilted his head slightly and looked at the little woman worried about him silently.

Her eagerness and worry seemed to be a strange enjoyment for Mo Beichen at this moment.

It's cruel and heartless. She has to break up. What kind of emotion is she so worried about him now?

What a duplicity little woman.

"Why should I worry about you?" she pretended not to care and put down her hand holding his shirt.

"Really don't you worry?" Mo Beichen held her hand in his backhand and clenched it hard, causing her palm to press his heart. "Should I take Dr. Qin's actions at this moment as... You want to belittle me?

There is no denying that Dr. Qin's skill in solving men's shirts is really brilliant. "

"Why didn't God accept you?" Qin Yuxiao scolded coldly with a black thread.

After so much blood, he was still in the mood to rely on his mouth. This man's heart is really relieved.

"Feel it? How much is my heartbeat?" Mo Beichen was not joking, but very serious. "More than 120? This is called 'I'm crazy about you'."

"Do you talk like that to all women?" her question was also very serious.

"Only to you."

"So... What about the biological mother of the three children?" she asked.

"...." Mo Beichen was silent and didn't know how to answer.

Le'er they didn't know that they were IVF children. The family kept it from them and said that their biological mother died because of dystocia when they gave birth to them.

What if you tell Qin Yuxiao now that she accidentally says it? The children can't accept such a fact.

"It's late, go back." Qin Yuxiao said indifferently, breaking the silence between them.

"Can you help me deal with the wound?" Mo Beichen said quickly.

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