Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

After a treatment, Mu Qianqian was almost bored to death.

Patients who said they were in pain were very quiet, but this Feng Qing was very talkative.

When the needle was closed, Mu Qianqian didn't take another word from him.

"Professor," Mu Qianqian put away the silver needle, "I know why you asked me to come."

The professor smiled, "Got it?"

"He talks a lot about the truth." Mu Qianqian was very disgusted.

"Be patient," the professor patted Mu Qianqian on the shoulder, "After all, it's rare."

Mu Qianqian could only express helplessness.

Feng Qing got dressed and came out, "Little girl, let's have a meal together."

"I don't want it," Mu Qianqian refused directly, "I don't eat with patients."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Feng Qing shook his head, "Don't even give me a chance to thank you?"

"No," Mu Qianqian was very indifferent, "It is my duty to save lives and heal the wounded."

"That's not true," Feng Qing smiled, "I have something to explain to you."

"?" Mu Qianqian.

"It's not the first time I've seen you," Feng Qing blinked.

"What do you mean?" Mu Qianqian was puzzled. In her memory, there was never such a man.

"Mu Xiaodao," Feng Qing squinted, "With your memory and eyesight, your ability to recognize people is not very good."

Mu Qianqian looked shocked, "You, what did you call me?"

"Mu Xiaodao."

"You, you, how do you know?!"

Mu Qianqian has a nickname that almost no one would call her, Mu Xiaodao.When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I was taken by the son of the aunt next door and my brother in the sixth grade who was in the same school as me.

Later, when the elder brother graduated from elementary school, they moved, and they didn't know where they went. Moreover, Mu Qianqian didn't know his name, only that the neighbors in the neighborhood thought he was handsome.

This name is really down-to-earth, it's all in memory, and Mu Qianqian hasn't found it out for a long time.

"Guess." Feng Qing looked mysteriously.

"You," Mu Qianqian looked at him for a few times, and finally found the overlapping point in the memory, except that there was a dark scar on the forehead of the handsome guy at that time, "Handsome guy?"

"That's right." Feng Qing laughed, "Your ability to recognize people is really bad, I can tell when you walk in the door."

"You turned your back to me when I walked in." Mu Qianqian muttered.

"You're still so poor-mouthed."

"Oh."

"So," Feng Qing looked at her, "what's the matter, is there an appointment for this meal?"

Mu Qianqian hesitated.

"No way," Feng Qing spread his hands, "You already know who I am, why are you so shameless?"

"I still have something to do," Mu Qianqian looked at the professor.

"Go, go," the professor waved his hand immediately, "he is the only troublesome thing here, you take it away quickly, and you can talk about the old days."

"Professor..." Mu Qianqian was helpless, why did she feel that the professor was eager to follow her away.

"Let's go." Feng Qing raised his foot, "Follow me."

Mu Qianqian could only follow slowly.

Sure enough, social Feng Qing has different means of travel.

Parked in the parking lot below is a heavy-duty motorcycle. The silver-gray color scheme and very large front end alone are not simple.

"The mount is a bit poor, don't mind." Feng Qing handed Mu Qianqian a helmet.

Although Mu Qianqian didn't like cars and didn't bother to look at them, she still knew the brands.

Just such a motorcycle, the lowest is 60 million.

Mu Qianqian pursed her lips, rich and willful.

"Let's go," Feng Qing stepped into the car, "Go have a light meal."

"..." Mu Qianqian instinctively rejected him, if she got in the car, it meant hugging him.

"If you don't want to hug me, you can sit with your back facing me, and you can grab on both sides." Feng Qing put on his helmet and said.

"Are you a roundworm?" Mu Qianqian raised her eyebrows.

"Your thoughts are on your face."

"Oh."

In the end, Mu Qianqian didn't sit with her back to Feng Qing, but she didn't hug him either. Mu Qianqian gripped the armrests on both sides tightly, and sat back deliberately to keep a distance.

Feng Qing was flying all the way.

Wearing a helmet, Mu Qianqian felt as if there was a whistling wind in her ears, so she didn't want to talk, so she just went to the top of the mountain.

"It's done." Feng Qing stopped steadily, "It's time to come down."

Mu Qianqian was already sitting dumbfounded, due to high-speed sequelae, her legs were still a little weak when she got off the car.

On the top of the mountain, there is actually a private restaurant, which Mu Qianqian did not expect.

"Little girl, welcome." Feng Qing made a lady-first gesture.

"You drove it?" Mu Qianqian raised her eyebrows.

"That's right." Feng Qing put down his helmet, "We're cooperating. It just so happens that you don't need to pay for the meal. It's cheaper."

"Oh."

Mu Qianqian followed in, never expecting to meet an acquaintance.

At the front table, my best friend, whom I haven't seen for a long time, is eating very happily.

Looking at Mu Qianqian's expression, Feng Qing knew, "Acquaintance?"

Mu Qianqian nodded.

"Then why don't we go together?"

"Hmm..." Mu Qianqian hesitated, and didn't say anything in advance. She was afraid that she would be scolded if she met her. After all, she just broke up with her three days ago.

"Private room," Feng Qing smiled, "You're cowardly."

Mu Qianqian rolled her eyes.

The two were about to step aside, but the person in front suddenly turned around as if they had sensed it.

"Mu Qianqian!"

"..." Mu Qianqian trembled instinctively, "Tongtong."

"Wow!" Zhang Tongtong walked over a few steps, "You didn't have time to eat with me, so you came by yourself?"

"No," Mu Qianqian was cowardly, "I, I..."

"Tsk," Zhang Tongtong's eyes were so good, he immediately saw Feng Qing next to him, "I've made an appointment."

"Tongtong," Mu Qianqian begged for mercy, "I'll explain to you later."

"Success!" Zhang Tongtong raised her chin, "Tell me later."

"Little beauty," Feng Qing took the initiative and stretched out his hand, "Feng Qing."

Zhang Tongtong glanced at him, "Hello, there is no need to shake hands."

Feng Qing was surprised, "Such a temper?"

"Yeah." Zhang Tongtong nodded, "I don't like shaking hands."

"Dele," Feng Qing said cheerfully, "Do you want to have another meal?"

"What's the relationship between you two?" Zhang Tongtong was the same as the scanner, "If it has nothing to do with my Qianqian, then you don't need to eat it. If it has something to do with it, let alone."

"He is the professor's patient, and he is also someone I have known for a long time." Mu Qianqian said.

"That's it," Zhang Tongtong said with a clear face, "Then I won't participate."

"Don't," Feng Qing smiled happily, "I think you are pleasing to the eye, let's have dinner together and get to know each other."

"..." Mu Qianqian.

"..." Zhang Tongtong.

"Why don't you two talk?"

"What do I think?" Mu Qianqian looked around, finally sighed, and didn't say much.

I always feel like I am going to be a matchmaker today, but this Feng Qing's eyes have never left Tongtong.

"Let's go." Feng Qing raised his hand.

Mu Qianqian shook her head, "Tongtong, let's go together."