There was a faint pain in the head.

The burning sensation on the skin seems to have gone down and is less itchy.

Mo Yu was lying on the hospital bed alone, his eyes closed and his eyebrows locked.

Originally...... It's not that his allergies are better.

Oh, the nightmare in the dark is still so clear, how can it be allergies?

From time to time, the stomach made a few "grunt, grunt......" sounds suggested.

It was a quiet environment, and suddenly there was a little more talk and laughter from outside the door.

Like a silent and incomparably natural breeze, it blew gently, taking away the dead silence of the entire ward.

Mo Yu propped himself up and wanted to get up from the hospital bed, but his hands were weak and he fell back on the bed.

The aftermath of anesthesia remains!

As soon as Comrade Song Wuyin pushed the door open, he saw such a weak scene of a sick beautiful man.

The benefits of strength are so great, if you don't use it now, when and where will you use it?

Immediately put the two thermos buckets and the meal basket on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, and approached Mo Yu with an incomparably dog-legged and smiling face:

"Hehe, this kind of hard work, I'll just come! I'm here to help the boss up! ”

Mo Yu who poured back into bed: ......

No!

No more!

The heart is refusal, but the body is honest.

The eyes that are so deep and secretive on weekdays glance over gently, full of hints: Why don't you hurry up and help the boss up?!

Comrade Song Wuyin is unprincipled, his little hands are like a pair of iron tongs, "whoosh~".

Without much effort, he helped Mo Yu up, and by the way, he also adjusted the mode of the hospital bed, and stuffed a large pillow behind Mo Yu to make him more comfortable and half-lying.

Song Shadiao asked diligently: "Boss, is this okay?" Is it still comfortable to be half-lying down? ”

The service is superb.

Mo Yu just replied lightly: "Hmm." ”

was obviously very depressed, but it was dispelled little by little and little by the attentive movements of the girl in front of her.

Song Wuyin raised his head, and just wanted to ask Mo Yu if he wanted to eat, but before he finished speaking, he was mercilessly pinched by a pair of big hands, like a little rabbit whose neck was choked.

"The owner...... Not...... Not...... Hmmm......"

Mo Yu's mood was relaxed, and all the breath in his heart dissipated.

Whole-body comfort.

Not all women, but just you, so special.

Well, the skin feels good, it's just a little worse than himself!

And a little bit of meat.

Mo Yu unconsciously pulled Song Infinity's cheeks into various shapes, pinching, pinching, and pulling!

Comrade Song Wuyin was on fire, staring at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, full of warnings: Enough, don't think that you are the boss, she won't dare to resist!

After Mo Yu ravaged her cheeks, she was unwilling and reluctantly let go of her evil claws, and seemed to be very dissatisfied and regretful.

Let the devastated Song Wuyin have no words.

Tears welled up.

Alas!

Tired!

Is it easy to work part-time?

Comrade Song Wuyin resisted solemnly, "Boss! Even if you're my boss, you can't pinch my face like this!

In case you are not careful, you will pinch it flat and big, which will affect my prosperous beauty! What are you going to pay me? ”

Hearing this baseless accusation, Mo Yu's fingertips fell on the cheeks that were pinched red, his sword eyebrows were starry, his eyes stayed on that face, and he said:

"How can you blame me for pinching you, it's obvious that your beautiful face is too thin."

Comrade Song Wuji: ......

You are the boss, what you say is right, my sister is not as knowledgeable as you!