Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 152
Mr. Li's face darkened, and he said in a gloomy voice, "Can't you check if you don't understand?"

Mo Yan...

Doctor Song...

"Yeah, it should...can't be..."

This is a professional question, and Dr. Song should answer it with ease, but Mr. Li's aura is too strong, which made him stutter.

Mr. Li was very upset, "How did you become a doctor? You don't even know this?"

Dr. Song burst into tears, but I want to be honest, with your expression, do I dare?
On the contrary, Mo Yan became embarrassed, poked Mr. Li's waist from behind, and whispered, "Don't make trouble for no reason!"

"Am I making trouble unreasonably?"

Mr. Li turned around and stared at her with black eyes, "You just unbutton your clothes for other men to see?"

Mo Yan blushed and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, you don't know how to untie clothes, how to apply coupling agent, how to check."

Mr. Li frowned, glanced at the instructions on the sticker next to the instrument, was slightly taken aback, then pursed his lips, suddenly turned around and walked to the doctor, picked up the coupling agent he had just prepared and asked, "Apply it on her stomach? "

Dr. Song nodded, but before he could speak, Dr. Li had already taken it away.

Holding a disposable paper plate, he said with a serious expression, "Still undressing?"

Mo Yan...

When the cold ointment was applied on her lower abdomen, Mo Yan couldn't help trembling slightly. She raised her head and glanced at Mr. Li secretly. , dark and warped, which makes women envious.

Looking closely, his facial features are very three-dimensional. Mo Yan always thinks of those mixed-race male models he saw on TV, but Mr. Li's facial features are more inclined to the yellow race, so it is more in line with the aesthetics of Chinese people. From Mo Yan's point of view, it is better than Those male models are much better looking.

Thinking about it, his eyes caught sight of his mohawk again, Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Don't cut this hairstyle in the future."

Mr. Li paused and looked at her with black eyes.

Mo Yan said very honestly, "It's not pretty."

So Mr. Li's expression changed from sunny to cloudy, "Who has this haircut to look good? The one named Gu? Or the one named Xu?"

Mo Yan...

Who is this cloudy and uncertain personality like?
Before she had time to explain, the other party threw away the medicine and bombarded Dr. Song, "What are you doing, why don't you come to check?"

Doctor Song...

Mo Yan glanced at the man standing alone with his jaw tensed, but finally said nothing.

The picture on the monitor slowly appeared, and Dr. Song kept moving the instrument in his hand and explaining to Mo Yan.

The child has been more than two months old, and the little bean sprouts seem to have grown a little bit, nestling there lazily.Appears to be sleeping.

From the very beginning, Mo Yan didn't look forward to this child, but when his eyes saw that little thing, his heart was suddenly hit, and he couldn't tell a feeling, sore and swollen, almost out of her mouth tears.

No matter how cruel a woman is, she can't remain calm when she sees her child. After all, half of her blood flows in this child, and she is the closest person in this world besides her father and brother.

Mr. Li, who was not far away, also set his eyes on the display screen, and there was a rippling in his eyes, layer upon layer, warm as spring.

But this warmth didn't last long, he heard the restless woman ask, "Doctor Song, if I recuperate within a month, can I have an abortion?"

Dr. Song did not expect Mo Yan to raise this question again. Forgive him for not being too clear about the relationship between these two people. One insists on getting rid of them, and the other insists on keeping the baby. He is just a doctor, okay, not a neighborhood committee to mediate family disputes aunt!
As for Mr. Li, after hearing Mo Yan's question, his handsome face turned dark.

Dr. Song stared at the high-pressure aura emanating from the people behind him like a light on his back, forced a smile and said, "Miss Mo, what I'm telling you is not joking, if this child is killed, accidents are likely to happen halfway, for the sake of For the sake of your life, I don't suggest you do this, besides, this body can't be recuperated overnight, it has to be done step by step."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, Dr. Song handed the tissue to Mr. Li with a wink, and escaped from a safe distance.

Mr. Li held the tissue and paused for a few seconds before walking towards Mo Yan.

His tall figure cast a shadow and enveloped her. Mo Yan raised her head, twitched the corners of her lips bitterly, and there was a faint glimmer of water in her eyes. Criticism, it is better not to give him life from the beginning."

If one day the child grows up, how should he explain his father to him, saying that he is a product of rape/violence?It's better to be in pain for a while now than to be in pain for a lifetime in the future. Unfortunately, God didn't even give her this chance.

Mr. Li looked at her with dark tides in his eyes. After a long time, he suddenly bent over and sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a tissue and slowly wiped off the gel on her lower abdomen bit by bit. His movements were gentle, as if treating a treasure, letting her Mo Yan's heart trembled.

Then, she heard his clear voice, like waves crashing against rocks, making a deep moan, magnetic and maddening.

"What if I am the father of the child?"

Mo Yan was stunned for a few seconds before laughing lowly and avoiding his gaze, "This is the most touching hypothesis I've ever heard."

As she said, she jumped out of bed and put on her shoes, "You should still have work in the afternoon, I'll go home by myself."

She ran so fast that she slammed the door before he even had time to keep her.

Mr. Li looked at the door that bounced back and closed tremblingly, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Mo Yan didn't receive any calls or text messages from Mr. Li until she fell asleep at night. She walked a bit abruptly today, and she didn't even know it. When she heard Mr. Li's hypothesis, she suddenly became in a bad mood downright.

Because at that time, the vague and intertwined images of the express hotel that night suddenly flashed through her mind. When she was unconscious, she forced to have sex with her. This alone made it difficult for her to accept. What's more, because of this incident, she became a slut that everyone in Yun'an city cast aside. If she could, she would never want to recall this memory for the rest of her life.

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night, Mo Yan picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked again, but there was still no movement, it was almost twelve o'clock, she rubbed the mobile phone for a long time, and slowly typed a line of words: I have a little sleep today. It's a gaffe, but it has nothing to do with you. In the future, don't make such jokes again.

On the same night, Mr. Li was also sleepless. He was leaning against the head of the bed with a ball of hair in his arms and a book on his lap, but his eyes remained in one place, not knowing what he was thinking.

The hairball is already very sleepy, its big head is bit by bit, with a drowsy expression, it looks very cute.

In the quiet bedroom, there was a sudden "ding" sound, and the sound of a text message interrupted his thoughts. Mr. Li raised his hand to take the mobile phone. Seeing the text message, Mr. Li patted the hair ball from his arms, Sitting up, pursing the corners of his lips.

(End of this chapter)