How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1408 Little Pudding, My Husband Called You Home 125 What's the matter with you, little brother?
As he said before, there are always three or four days a month when this guy is at his weakest, not to mention his physical strength, even if he grabs a random man from the side of the road, it will be enough for him.

For example, now, after a bag of blood has just been drawn, Jun's face is pale, and he pounces on him to make up for the beating?

No, no, this is not what the prince of the presidential palace should do.

After hesitating again and again, he decided to hand over this wretched matter to his subordinates.

A guard came in from outside the ward, and pointed at the person on the bed: "You, beat him up! Remember to use the force, if you want to beat him until his nose is bruised and his face is swollen to vent my father's hatred, it's not enough!" It will affect his physical recovery so as not to affect the next blood draw, you know?"

Guard: "..."

Prince, your request is a bit ruthless, shameless and unreasonable...

When there was a stalemate, and no one was willing to make a move, a small figure suddenly appeared at the door: "Huh? Are you here?"

Pudding was still wearing a patient suit, and walked in with half an apple in his mouth. He saw the man lying on the hospital bed, looking extremely weak, and was stunned for a moment. He dropped the apple and ran over: "What's wrong with you, little brother?" ?”

Obviously she was fine when she was sent to the hospital.

Why did you lie on the bed in the blink of an eye?

The man who had closed his eyes and rested his mind and didn't respond to Liang Mo's chirping at all, now opened his eyes, his eyes were clean and clear: "I'm a little tired, I want to rest for a while."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched her forehead. Feeling that the temperature was not so hot, he said, "Are you tired? Come up and sleep together for a while?"

The woman raised her sleeves with her small hands and wiped his cheeks for him: "But you look very weak, you're sweating..."

Mu Bufan closed his eyes, stopped talking, and only lifted the quilt beside him.

She threw off her slippers almost immediately, snorted into the bed, and curled up in his arms like a cute cat, looking up at his chin from time to time, but she didn't know what she was looking at.

Liang Mo curled his lips in disgust.

Come on, it seems that there is nothing for him here.

Turning around and going out resentfully, as soon as he reached the elevator, his mother came out in a hurry, with a look of panic on his face: "How's the pudding? What did the doctor say?"

Liang Mo lazily stretched his waist: "The doctor said that your daughter's health is quite good, but your son-in-law is weak and basically no different from Lin Daiyu. I have to remind you that you must not do it within a month." Draw blood again."

Qing Xiaomo suddenly had a headache.

I don't know what's going on in the laboratory. It can't go on like this forever. It can last ten or eight years, but what about 20 years later? 30 years from now?

No matter how strong and healthy a person is, he can't bear being drawn blood like this.

Pudding can't live like this for the rest of his life.

She sighed: "I'll go and have a look..."

"Okay, the young couple are hugging and sleeping together now, what kind of light bulb are you going to be?"

Liang Mo put one arm around her shoulder, and brought her back to the elevator: "Speaking of which, I heard that you introduced a so-called sea turtle talent, doctor of medicine to Xiberry yesterday?"

Qing Xiaomo knew his flamboyant nature as soon as he heard it, and immediately warned: "Don't make trouble for me, this turtle is about to enter your father's laboratory, and the development of artificial antibodies depends entirely on him."

(End of this chapter)