"Remember to add eggs and beef, she's pregnant, and the air conditioner is turned up. ”

The nurse wrote them down one by one, thinking that this was too thoughtful, "Don't worry, we will take care of that young lady." ”

Monan Jue turned his head back, still facing the window, "Let's get out." ”

The nurse hesitated, but still took out a bag of sterilized ice packs from her pocket and bent down on the table, "Jue Shao, this is very effective in fading palm prints." ”

The man didn't look back, and the nurse didn't say anything more, but turned and walked back.

Mo Nanjue held his hands on the edge of the window, looked out in the distance, only to see a bustle, he retracted his gaze, and when he turned around, he saw the ice pack on the table.

The corners of his mouth hooked up to laugh at himself, and the slap marks on his face didn't need to be seen to know that it was obvious, and it hurt hotly.

It wasn't enough to be beaten at home when I was a child, and the woman who grew up had to continue to be beaten, Mo Nanjue wondered, did he really spoil her?

He will give her whatever she wants, and he can make any trouble, maybe to her, he is like a person who will never leave, because she expects him not to leave, which is why she is so unscrupulous.

Who said that there is no fear when you are favored?

Tong Ran is like this to him, she has no fear, she used to be like this, and she never hid her feelings for Luo Xiao in front of him, because she didn't care if he was in pain or not.

And now, she doesn't hide it, because she thinks it's okay if he's in pain.

What can it matter?

Because he is Mo Nanjue, he is not Luo Xiao or Luo Tingsong, in Tong Ran's heart, he may not even be able to compare with Han Qingqing.

The man's eyes were slightly dark, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer, yes, but fuck, he couldn't shake off this face, sue sù her, okay, Tong Ran, we're done.

In this way, Mo Nanjue felt pain when he thought about it, let alone say it. If there was a day when he said this, it would have been his death.

Mo Nanjue took his eyes off the ice pack, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom, this suite was Chen An's, so he knew the layout very well.

Monan Jue reached out and pushed open the bathroom door.

When the fingers touched the handle, they suddenly stiffened, and then the whole arm went soft, as if the nerves were pulled and released, and in just a few seconds, the right hand instantly lost its strength.

He lowered his head and watched as his right hand hung down to his side.

Mo Nanjue frowned, wanting to lift it again, but found that it couldn't be at all.

This time it was even stricter than the last time, and he couldn't even curl up his fingertips, Mo Nanjue stretched out his left hand and held his right hand, and even the feeling of being held had been lost.

The man's eyes were deep, his eyes were staring at his right hand, if it was an accident last time, then what is it this time?

Second accident?

Mo Nanjue's left hand clenched into a fist, and the distress in his heart was even worse, a picture flashed through his mind, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a large cloud of haze gathered at the corners of his eyes.

Don't......

Mo Nanjue stood still, and after about twenty minutes, his right hand showed no sign of recovery, but even his shoulders were sore.

He ran out of patience.

The bathroom door was full of tiles, Mo Nanjue looked up, held his right hand and slammed it hard!

Bang -

The arm collided with the tile, and the sound of the bone joint rubbing could even be heard under the huge stimulation, Mo Nanjue retracted his right hand in pain, and his five fingers opened slightly, and he found that he could make a fist normally.

He pursed his thin lips, didn't look at it again, and pushed the door into the bathroom.