Mo Qingyan and the psychiatrist were doing an examination, and Li Tingjue and Yan Yu were standing at the door chatting.

He looked at the door, wondering what was going on with her at this time? She was scared just now, and he wanted to accompany her, but the doctor said that it was better to have no outsiders in order to see the real condition.

Mo Qingyan obeyed the doctor and asked him to come out and wait.

Yan Yu looked at his nervous appearance and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, Doctor Chen can't kill her." ”

Looking at the tension of his jaw, it seems that her little cigarette is in danger of life inside.

Li Tingjie withdrew his gaze, "She's fragile now. ”

Yan Yu chuckled, "I didn't expect that you really chased her for the second time." ”

I just saw Xiaoyan relying on him so much, even more dependent than Mo Qingyan in the past, so he could see it at a glance.

Li Ting raised his eyebrows, "Don't you see who I am?" ”

Is there something he can't handle with the Night Emperor? It seems that except for Mo Qingyan, there is really nothing.

"Nangong's woman really only has three months?"

He could finally understand Nangong's sad mood just now, if it were him, he might not be able to achieve his calmness.

"Well, her heart is special, and it's hard to find a match."

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Nangong Ao came out of the hospital and did not go to the company, but went home.

When he entered the door, the servant greeted him, "Young master, you are back." ”

He came back early today, so the servants were surprised.

Nangong Ao handed the bag and clothes to the maid, "Where is she?" ”

It was Liang Muqing who came in and asked, and the servants all knew that the young master cared about Miss Liang very much, so they replied respectfully to him.

"She's painting on the terrace."

Nangong Ao nodded lightly, and went upstairs, and out of her bedroom, there was a large terrace, with sofas on the terrace, as well as all kinds of flowers and plants, which were very beautifully arranged.

She likes to read and draw here when she has nothing to do.

At this time, she was holding a drawing board and drawing the plane tree in the yard.

Nangong Ao held the medicine in one hand and the water in the other. Walk up behind her and see how well she draws.

He coughed lightly, and Liang Muqing turned his head.

"You, you're back."

She quickly stood up, still holding a paintbrush in her hand. She wore a white apron over it, all painted and colorful.

Nangong Ao brought the medicine to her mouth and said lightly: "Open your mouth." ”

Liang Muqing saw that it was medicine, only to realize that she had forgotten to take medicine today, so she opened her mouth obediently.

Then the water came to her mouth, and she took a sip and swallowed the medicine.

"Are you okay with the company today?"

If it were normal, he would have come home late. He has to take care of everything in the Nangong family, so he is very busy.

She spoke very carefully, for fear of making him unhappy, Nangong Ao's temper was very bad, and she might be provoked at any time.

Nangong Ao glanced at the painting she had painted, her eyes warmed a little, this is what she likes to do, and he also knows that her dream is to open a gallery.

All her dreams he wanted to fulfill her, just her body......

When she recovers, she can do it.

Liang Qingmu saw that he was looking at her paintings, and was so frightened that she hurriedly stood up to block it, "I'm not tired, not tired at all." ”

Once, she had been painting all day and was discovered by him, and his painting was torn apart in anger and warned her. If she dared to paint all day in the future, he would make her never be able to paint again.

It was her only pleasure and she didn't want to be deprived of it.

So at the moment she was scared, afraid that he would be angry, afraid that he would think she was tired of herself.

Nangong Ao saw her timid appearance, her heart ached, and she had no more emotions except for being afraid of him.

Then he said lightly: "I'll take you to the movies." ”