Mo Yichen thought that Mo Ning would feel sorry for herself in the hospital as if she was in a cave, but she was actually playing with her mobile phone in front of her.

"Give it to me!" Mo Yichen's commanding tone blurted out.

Mo Ning looked at Mo Yichen, who was tied with a bandage. Rolled his eyes.

"My own private affairs, you have to see what you do."

"Good!" Mo Yichen gasped and gritted his teeth, "I'm really on the same page with you today."

The man half sat up, took off his suit and threw it on the ground, Mo Ning had no strength to struggle, and collapsed on the bed, "You, what are you doing?" His gaze fell unexpectedly on his strong chest.

Mo Yichen pressed down, Mo Ning stretched out his hands to refuse, "Mo Yichen, do you know how to be hygienic?"

"You still think I'm dirty?" The man seemed to have heard a big joke, "I don't think you yet, if you want to be dirty, let's get dirty together!" Mo Yichen slipped into her pajamas with his big palm, Mo Ning couldn't take care of the bottom if he could take care of the top, so he had to let go of his hand to push, but the strength was almost exhausted, how could he resist, and he was pulled off the neckline in a few clicks, and he also ripped off his underwear.

She was shy and anxious, "Mo Yichen, do you want to use a strong one?"

"You're right, I'm just here today!" His gaze fell on her right hand, and he didn't forget the mobile phone, his big palm clasped Mo Ning's wrist hard, and his voice was full of coaxing, "Be good, obedient." "Why should I listen to you?" Mo Ning was angry, didn't she have a little freedom, "Your whole person is mine, of course your things are at my disposal." This man has always been unreasonable, Mo Ning didn't want to waste his tongue, his body arched to the edge of the bed because of the struggle, and he almost fell, he leaned over her hand, his fingers already hurt like a broken skin, Mo Ning's shoulder hit the bedside table, and he subconsciously touched something from above, "My hand hurts so much, let go." She picked up her left hand, and she didn't know what she was holding, so she smashed it out......

"Hmm-" The man screamed in pain, and the whole person rolled out of bed, his body was steeply relaxed, and Mo Ning felt that he had only made a big shot. She hurriedly picked up the sheets and poked her head out. Nan Yejue was half-lying on the ground, his right hand supporting his forehead, and he couldn't stop snorting.

"Are you alright?" Mo Ning let go of her hand, and the 'murder weapon' fell on the bed, it was her mobile phone.

He put down his hand, and a wisp of blood was dripping down his forehead, flowing down the corners of his eyes to his face, and Mo Ning was also frightened that she forgot that he was already injured, and hurriedly got out of bed and squatted down, "I'm sorry ......" "You one by one" Mo Yichen gritted his teeth, but frowned painfully because of this action, "You are the first woman who made me see blood."

"Let's go to the hospital." Mo Ning thought about it, and felt his mobile phone to make a call. When Mo Yichen heard this, he hurriedly reached out and knocked her phone off, "Do you think I'm not ashamed enough?" "But your forehead is still bleeding." The man propped one hand on the wound and glared at Mo Ning, "Don't you know the severity when you start?" His eyes fell on her blood-soaked right hand, Mo Yichen's temper softened a little, and he took out his mobile phone and called Yu Luan.

It didn't take long for Yu Ling to arrive, Mo Ning had already tidied up the messy bedroom, and he briefly inspected Mo Yichen's wounds, "Let's get two stitches." The words were so light, Mo Ning felt that cold sweat broke out all over her body, and she had been afraid of pain since she was a child.

"What are you kidding? This is my face! ”

"It's the forehead, and it's not obvious that it's recovered."

"That's not going to work either." Mo Yichen has a tough attitude, he can be knifed on his body, but there is no room for negotiation on his face. "You're really hard to serve," Yu Ling brought gauze and potion to treat his wounds, "Pay attention at night, you can't help the pain, there should be a high fever, this is your retribution for refusing to break your appearance." Mo Yichen let him fiddle around, the pain was in the end, he didn't even frown, he saw Mo Ning obediently clubbing in the corner, so he said in a cruel voice, "You serve me well at night." Yu Xuan looked at the two of them with an ambiguous expression, and applied potion to his wound, "Don't be smashed out of a hole again when the time comes."

"She dares!" Mo Yichen furrowed his brows, but the wound became painful again.