Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

L.A. Hospital.

At around 8: 00 a.m., Nan Heng and Feng Ling came down from a black Land Cruiser.

Feng Ling Er did not speak and went straight to the warm ward of the season. Nanheng stood there and glanced at her back, picked her eyebrows, and stood in front of the hospital and smoked a cigarette before entering.

As a result, he just went to the ward where Mo Jingshen lived. Feng Ling suddenly walked over with a heavy face. Nan Heng just glanced at her and heard the short-haired woman say: “Mrs. Mo is gone. ”

“Gone? How could she walk out of here without a sound? ”

“I'll go find it. ”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Nan Heng said that the person had arrived in front of Mo Jingdeep's ward door and pushed directly into the door.

As soon as his front foot went in, his back foot suddenly paused, and he backed out one step, half-covered the door of the ward, and turned to look at the strange sealing face.

As if to make sure I was right, Nan Heng hesitated for two seconds before pushing the door forward again and sweeping directly into the hospital bed.

I did see the warmth of the season lying deep in the same bed as Ink.

“No need to look.” Nan Heng looked at it with a sarcastic look.

Feng Ling glanced inside, his expression stagnated. He saw the season warm side of his body carefully lying beside the deep side of the ink scene. His hands were affixed to the chest of the deep side of the ink scene. Although the deep side of the ink scene lay asleep, it seemed extraordinarily calm and warm.

“She was probably here the first time this morning after the ban on the ward was lifted.” Nanheng glanced at the scene with a playful glance and was about to close the door and exit, lest they quarrel with the sleep of the little two bites of dog food, but at this time the sleeping man in the bed opened his eyes and glanced lightly at the door.

Seasonal warmth didn't sleep very well either. When I heard the conversation in front of the door, I woke up and looked in front of the door almost simultaneously with Mo Jingdeep.

When the last pair of eyes of Feng Ling and Nanheng looked at each other, Ji Warm was still sleepy and furious. He slowed down for two or three seconds before sitting up. Almost forgot that there was another injured person beside him who was temporarily unable to move. He pressed his hand against Ink Jing's deep arm for a moment, and then smoked back. He looked up at the door and looked at the man who was still calm when he woke up.

Instead, she looks like someone caught her. Rape. It's like a bed...

I couldn't stop at the hospital. It was embarrassing to go to my husband's ward and sleep in the same bed.

Seeing them was awake, Nan Heng smiled and simply pushed the door in. Instead, Feng Ling stood outside the door, hesitated and turned around with the phone and walked out.

"You're here at 6: 00?” Nan Heng took a warm look at the season.

“Well, I didn't sleep very well last night, I woke up early, so I came by at 6: 00.” Seasonal warmth was getting ready to get out of bed, but the man in the bed held his hand.

“Leave him alone, sleep with you.” The deep tone of Mojing is light and calm.

Seasonal warmth: “…” is getting ready to get out of bed and the legs shrink back.

Mo Jing's deep nest was so warm, of course she couldn't resist to back out, but Nan Heng didn't say much, but when he approached the bed, he threw a clear look at them as he complained about the love between the two of them here.

Weighing the balance between the face and not the face, the last season warmth was still compromised in the deep cover of Ink, just sitting on his bed, did not go down.

Seawarm pulled the quilt toward her body, then looked calmly at one hand just to get ready to grab a water cup, the other hand was taking out the phone, a silent face, and looked at them both in a very uncomfortable way.

At this moment, the warmth of the season profoundly shamed the practice of spreading dog food to himself, so he drilled into the quilt and tried to keep Nam Heng's attention as deep as possible on Ink View.

“I, he... Mom's just visiting the wounded!” Nan Heng picked up the cup and turned to pick up a glass of water. After drinking half a cup with an ugly face, he turned around and saw that the season warmth was almost in Ink's arms.

Nanheng: “…”

This time, instead of wanting to lie down in the season warmth, Ink Jing saw the two buttons inadvertently opened in her hospital uniform while sleeping, revealing the small half of the clavicle and skin, indicating to her eyes that she lay down the cover.

When he finally came back to lie down again, Ji Wen directly held his face apart and tried not to look at Nam Heng's expression, but Ink Jing deeply held her hand very firmly and had no intention of letting go.

Although both hands are under the quilt, the one that sees a slight drum outside the quilt also knows what's going on.

Seasonal warmth raised his head and said to him with his mouth: "Let go first. ”

Mojing glanced deeply at her cheeks and crystal bright eyes, tight due to embarrassment and embarrassment, her lips curved a nice curve and replied with a mouth shape: "Don't let go. ”

Seasonal Warm: “…” is really hurting him, she doesn't dare push or make too much money in his hands right now.

Nan Heng glanced out the door of the ward, and saw Feng Ling and didn't know where he had gone. His face smelled worse.

Until the sound of the cup being put down again, the two people pulling in the quilt made a move, their eyes looking at Nam Heng at the same time.

Nanheng was impulsive to smash the cup directly into Mojing's deep face, coldly said: “Be careful, you two, for the stability of the child in her belly, you are still an honest vegetarian monk during the first three months of pregnancy, and try to be restrained after three months. ”

“I just came to see him and went to bed.” Seasonal warmth explains.

“Well, I'll restrain.” Mo Jing replied in a deep and faint way.

Restraint?

Seasonal warmth is silent.

... restrain his head?

I was just sleeping. Why does it sound like I just did something like this?

She's still pregnant. Hey!

Ten minutes later, Feng Ling brought in some breakfast.

“Are you awake?” Short-haired women didn't even look at Nan Heng and took the breakfast in their hands directly to the hospital bed: “I don't think you've even eaten at this time. Mrs. Mo should have a bad time eating nutritious meals in the hospital during her pregnancy. I went to a Chinese restaurant nearby to buy some Chinese breakfast, porridge and fries, okay? ”

The warmth of the season and the depth of the ink scene have not yet been opened, and Nanheng has walked past: “Yes. ”

He just reached out to get his share. Feng Ling picked it up directly, opened the plastic lid on it and put it on the table beside the bed: “Mrs. Mo, eat first. ”

Nanheng: “…”

Until the breakfast was finished, Feng Lingmei only came in hospital uniform, then turned around and went back to her ward to get a coat for Season Warm.

Mojing deeply ate the seasonal warmth and fed him porridge, and asked Nan Heng, "How did you offend her? ”