The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

With a faint smile on the corners of Xie Xize's lips, he looked at her slightly.

Through the thin lenses, Mo Yanyang could see his eyes, like an abyss, as if they could swallow everything.

Mo Yanyang took a half step back subconsciously. She felt her scalp numb at the moment, and her legs started to hurt inexplicably.

This death becomes tai...

If he knew that she kicked his seed in her belly, then...

Mo Yanyang thinks about the creeps, it's terrible.

She swallowed her saliva: "Um...Fifth Uncle, I will definitely help you pay attention when I turn around. I'll go get my friend the medicine first, bye..."

After speaking, Mo Yanyang seemed to run away quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xie Xize's eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his lips were curled up. He glanced sideways at his assistant.

The assistant left immediately.

Mo Yanyang did not check anymore and rushed out of the hospital.

What are you still looking for? Running away is true!

Mo Yanyang comforted herself in her heart. She just hung up a gynecological account and hadn't gone to see a doctor. She should be fine. He won't know, definitely won't...

Later, there was the wolf of Mo family chasing, and she would not stop if she didn't dig her heart. There was the tiger, Xie Xize, who opened his mouth and waited, not letting her die and letting go.

This Xiacheng really **** can't stay, and he can't die here.

...

Half an hour later, Xie Xize left the hospital in the dean's escort.

After getting in the car, "Where are the people?"

The assistant lowered his head: "Sir... She soon found me, as slippery as a loach, I... lost it... I'm sorry, I... I will definitely not next time."

Xie Xize didn't speak, and the assistant was even lower.

After a while, he heard Xie Xize say: "It's the same since I was young, and I will never learn to behave."

His voice was soft, but there was a bitter chill.

The assistant knew that this was not told to him.

He kind of wanted to sympathize with Mo Yanyang.

Xie Xize took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "Bring her to my laboratory, tonight."

The assistant shrank his head. Not only did he sympathize with Mo Yanyang, but he wanted to give her some wax.

An hour later, Mo Yanyang sent a text message to Lan Dongzhi.

[Moyangyang]: Winter Solstice, you have to be well.

Then it shut down, took out the phone card, broke it, and threw it into the toilet.

I heard the standard Mandarin of the conductor in the radio: Passengers and friends are welcome to take this train and arrive at the station Jinchuan Station in front...

…………You……good……five…years……line…………

In the cold and snow-white laboratory, Mo Yan Yang was fixed on the operating table, and it was useless to struggle.

Xie Xize was wearing a white coat with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, standing in front of him against the light, clean and dust-free, like an angel and a devil, with slightly raised lips, perfect and not like a real person.

He held a sharp scalpel in his hand: "Don't be afraid, it's just a broken leg, it doesn't hurt."

"Which one should I start?"

Mo Yanyang shook his head frantically, "No, I don't want to be lame, Wushu, I didn't mean it, I really admitted the wrong person..."

Xie Xize seemed to have not heard her begging for mercy: "Right leg, right? I think it's good!"

He raised the knife in his hand and Mo Yanyang screamed: "Don't..."

With a scream, Mo Yanyang sat up abruptly, his face pale, his pupils contracted, and his face full of horror.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" The immature little milk voice called Mo Yanyang back from fear.

Mo Yanyang turned his head blankly, his blurred vision gradually became clearer.

With a round pink face, **** eyes like black grapes, little feet, and trying to raise his head, a fleshy little paw is pulling at the corner of Mo Yanyang's clothes.

Looking at the Q version of the cute little creature in front of him, Mo Yanyang took a long breath and hugged the little cute creature, rubbing his head against her small body.

"It scared me to death. Fortunately, it's just a nightmare, oh... Mom just dreamed of a monster beast, and now I'm so scared, I need to kiss him."

The fleshy little paw tried to push Mo Yanyang's face away, his face coldly: "Hehe..."

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