Rich President Spoils His Wife

Mo Wanxi stared at him and couldn't say a word. The male doctor was 40 or 50 years old just now. Even if he was a doctor, she couldn't bear to let him wipe the plaster for herself?

He Yucheng narrowed his eyes. "You haven't answered my words yet. Are you sure you want the male doctor to give you medicine?"

Seeing that he was going to open the door, Mo Wanxi called him weakly, "no, just come!"

The man smiled and turned back to the hospital bed. "I tell you, you begged me on your own initiative. I didn't want to give you medicine. The ointment smells terrible. You are hurt and look ugly. Who is willing to serve you?"

Saying something reluctantly, he skillfully unbuttoned Mo Wanxi's clothes. Looking at his bony fingers, Mo Lingxi blushed.

Anyway, she has no dignity in front of the duck. She just looks at the light. She has no life. Are you still afraid of this?

They recuperated in the small clinic at the foot of the mountain for three days. He Yucheng helped Mo Wanxi apply medicine every day. The effect of the ointment was surprisingly good. The injury on Mo Wanxi recovered seven or eight times.

On the third morning, they left the clinic. Mo Wanxi and he Yucheng walked out of the ward and turned the corridor. Two young women in white coats came across.

Mo Wanxi stopped and stared at he Yucheng, "didn't you say they didn't have female nurses here? What do they do?"

He Yucheng said, "they're on vacation. They just came back to work today."

Molingxi felt that if she believed him again, she would be mentally ill!

Damn smelly duck, he is so shameless. Mo Wanxi has nothing to say to him.

But he Yucheng also looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. "I haven't seen it on you. Besides, I'm helping you. As for your face to me?"

If he hadn't been hurt and inconvenient to move, Mo Wanxi really wanted to tear his smelly mouth.

On the way back to Binhai, he Yucheng drove a car. He even changed another car, the range rover.

Mo Wanxi was speechless about his changing speed. Damn it, how many rich women and confidants did he have?

Mo Wanxi was so uncomfortable at the thought of the duck's intimacy with those rich women that he didn't say a word when he got on the bus.

Knowing that she was angry, he Yucheng didn't take the initiative to talk to her, so he turned on the car music.

"I want to know what love is" sounded affectionately in the car. He Yucheng held the steering wheel and gently tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to match the music rhythm.

Mo Wanxi was stunned to see the gentle expression on his handsome side face.

She knew the duck was handsome, but she didn't expect that the gentle expression on his face would be so attractive.

Her heart pounded so hard that it felt like she was about to jump out of her chest.

This is the feeling of heart. Mo Wanxi knows, how can she heart the duck?

No! Mo Wanxi forced himself to look out of the window.

But I don't want to see two bullies behind their car. She seems to remember that they were behind when she got on the highway. Why are they still behind now?

Mo Wanxi felt strange and noticed that the two overlords followed them not far or near. The ducks were fast, the two overlords were fast, the speed was slow, and the two overlords were slow.

This is obviously wrong. No, these two cars are tracking themselves, aren't they?