Pregnancy with three babies: President husband, sweet spoils!

"What's his situation now?"

Mo Qingyan ran to him, his red lips moving, and his big eyes were filled with fog.

Coldly fascinated by her appearance, the girl seems to have more and more temperament, more and more like a fairy. No wonder she is like a fan. After meeting her, she can't see other women anymore.

Mo Qingyan saw that he was stunned, and his big eyes were full of doubts.

"Coldly..."

He just recovered, "Oh, I took you up to see him. I haven't woken up yet."

After calling, he had been waiting for her at the door, so he didn't know whether Li tingjue woke up or not.

Mo Qingyan nodded lightly. "He drank last night, didn't he? How can you let him drive back by himself?"

Her steps were so urgent that she couldn't keep up with her coldly. She felt some remorse when she heard her words.

"It's all because I walked slowly and didn't catch up with him."

The elevator reaches the eighth floor. This hospital is Li tingjue's private hospital. The doctors in it serve him only.

The ward on the eighth floor is specially set up for him. Coldly, they all feel that there is absolutely something wrong. They specially set up a hospital for themselves, neither to make money nor to practice medicine. It's really luxurious to serve him only. "

When I got out of the elevator, I saw the bodyguard guarding at the door of the ward. He was tall and strong. At first glance, he was practicing his family.

Mo Qingyan walked ahead and urged him, "hurry up?"

Coldly panting, he followed up, "little smoke, you're walking too fast."

He found that Mo Qingyan came out in a hurry and didn't wear his shoes. Because just now she was in the studio, which was covered with a thick wool carpet. When drawing, she likes to be barefoot, wearing a comfortable long skirt and relaxed.

I just got a call from him, and in a hurry, I forgot about wearing shoes.

Lengran just wanted to say you didn't wear shoes, but she led her to the ward.

Seeing a short haired girl feeding Li tingjue porridge, she paused and felt that she had been fooled by coldness. He's fine now, and there are beautiful women waiting on him. He's comfortable.

So he turned and left, and Li tingjue saw her.

"Little smoke..."

Yan Yu suddenly got up and chased out.

"Smoke, don't go."

Mo Qingyan turned coldly, "since he's all right, I don't need to stay to disturb them."

Obviously with a sour taste and a cold face, "is he awake?"

Yan Yu nodded lightly, "just woke up and was drinking porridge."

Mo Qingyan walked around Lengran and Yan Yu grabbed her hand.

"Xiaoyan, that girl is the mother of the little boy who was saved last night. She came to thank him. Don't think about it."

Hearing this, Mo Qingyan's tight heart seemed to be relaxed, and her cold lips were hooked.

"It's none of my business. I'm very busy. Since he's not dead, I won't come to see him again."

The more you care, the easier it is to say something against your heart. Ignore it coldly and take her inside.

"Look how worried you are. You ran out without wearing your shoes. I don't believe you don't worry about him. He'll give it to you today. We still have something to go back to Lincheng."

Mo Qingyan was pushed on the hospital bed by her, and jumped on Li tingjue's injured leg. He gave a light cry of pain.

"Hiss..."

The cold sweat on his forehead came out. Mo Qingyan quickly leaned on his body with both hands and straightened up.

He and she were the only ones left in the ward. She scratched her head a little embarrassed.

"I didn't blame you just now. You pushed me coldly. Even if my legs are broken, I'm not responsible."