My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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Mu Qing is very familiar with the old lady Moran. She screamed "Granny" bitterly and looked even more dear than Jing Yiran, her grandson.

To Zhang Rong, he was also very polite and called her "wife" with a smile.

The old lady and Zhang Rong liked him very much. Several people chatted enthusiastically for a while. The atmosphere seemed to be very harmonious, except for the ugly Jing Jingran, who was owed to him by hundreds of millions.

After going around for a while, Mu Qing asked: "Grandma came to do the physical examination today? I look at your health, your spirit is so good, you can speak for our hospital in the future!"

Jing Lan's health matters, Moran and Zhang Rong have no idea, but both of them are very worried, thinking that 80% of what the doctor said is correct.

Otherwise, there are so many women outside that he hasn't been pregnant, the only one who is pregnant is still a congenital deficiency!

This matter was really neglected by the two of them. At this moment, Mu Qing asked, and the old lady immediately said: "Good boy, not grandma, I brought Aran to see the doctor."

Mu Qing looked at Jing Yiran up and down and smiled, "Isn't he good? Isn't he hurt!"

Although it was a bit difficult to talk about, the old lady was in her 70s. She looked away from those things. She paused and lowered her voice: "It’s not an injury, it’s because I want to hold my grandson. An expert in that area will show him that if he is ill, he should be treated as soon as possible without delay."

Mu Qing glanced at Jing Yiran leaning against the wall, and saw his face full of anger and uncomfortableness, desperately holding back the laugh, he was about to hold back the internal injury, but he said seriously: "Grandma does not need to find others, I It’s an expert in this field! You can rest assured that it’s better to be free from illness. If you have a cure, you will have a grandson next year!"

The old lady likes to listen to such words most of the time, and her face suddenly smiled with flowers, full of reassurance: "Well, Grandma knows that you have superb medical skills, then Aran will leave it to you!"

Mu Qing thought, I said that you can hold your great-grandson next year, but not the one in front of you, but the great-grandson your grandson Jing Yichen gave you!

He nodded at the old lady's busyness, and then looked at Jing Yiran with some weird eyes, and Jing Yiran's brow furrowed.

Soon, Jing Yiran was forced into the operating room by the old lady and Zhang Rong, and began to let Mu Qing check him.

"Come on, Jing Ershao, take off your pants!"

Jing Yiran glanced at him, and suddenly there was no such anxiety and anger on his face, and a smile of evil spirits appeared on Junmei's face: "My son is not good at manliness, I only like those beautiful women who have breasts!" However, if you have to wait for me, I can barely consider it, but this place will not work, I need a big bed!"

Mu Qing didn't care, while wearing a mask and rubber gloves, he said with a smile: "I hope you can talk to me so domineeringly after a while."

Jing Yiran snorted a moment, and just wanted to ridicule a few words, he saw Mu Qing picked up a white cotton ball and flicked past him, and then he fell helplessly.

Muqing held him up, a princess hugged him to the operating table, and then took off Jing Yiran's pants without blinking, revealing his coquettish red underwear.

Jing Yiran's body was soft and weak, but everything he felt was normal. Seeing Mu Qing taking off his pants, he said sharply, "Mu Qing, you can do it again, and I will kill you!"

Mu Qing turned a deaf ear and immediately took off his red underwear without a pause, revealing his little ease.

"Uh-huh-huh, the capital is not small! No wonder you are singing and dancing every day, and you haven't seen you can't eat it. However, you are sure of your kidney loss, and I will prescribe more tonic for you, go back and drink for a year and a half. Will be made up."

Mu Qing praised, not caring about Jing Yiran’s eyes that were about to kill, and kindly reminded him: “Don’t move, I’m going to get a needle, you can’t disturb me if you move. In addition, this needle will continue It hurts a little bit. The people you are beaten by Jing Dashao all the year round are not ghosts or ghosts. I suppose you can bear this pain."

He said, the needle in his hand pierced towards Xiaojing Yiran.

The miserable cry in the operating room lasted for a long, long time. Zhang Rong, who was waiting outside, felt very distressed and asked the old lady worriedly: "Mom, you said Aran will not be okay? How can I treat a disease will hurt like this ?"

Moran was not sure, but she believed in Mu Qing's medical skills and comforted her: "Relax, it must be fine. It may be painful to cure that disease."

Half an hour later, Mu Qing finally closed the needle and squeezed Jing Yiran's mouth to give him a bottle of medicine. Then he stopped and began to pack up the equipment and medicine.

"Ah, what do you call so loudly, this operating room is not soundproof, and people outside must have heard it, and it would be bad if it was misunderstood, I am not male, I only like those chests**** **Awesome beauty!" He gave him back what Jing Yiran had just said. When he saw him with a white face, his facial features were all distorted, and he could not help gloating.

Last time, he robbed Shangguan Ning from the hospital and almost killed her. As a result, he could only call the old man to the hospital to save people in the middle of the night.

At that time, it was so dangerous that Shangguan Ning's life was gone by accident. Mu Qing was angry for Shangguan Ning, and this time happened to report Qiu together.

Jing Yiran's lower body was almost pierced by Mu Qing with a needle, sweating and sweating, a beautiful face pale, and the peach blossom eyes that were soul-stirring and piercing, there was no warmth at all at the moment. If the eyes can kill, it is estimated that Mu Qing will die a hundred times.

After a quarter of an hour, Yao Jin'er gradually passed, and Jing Yiran finally recovered his ability to move. He couldn't care about the pain in his lower body. He stepped forward and grabbed Mu Qing's collar and gave him a punch.

Muqing immediately bleeds blood into his nose, and he choked with air.

Jing Yiran still wanted to fight again, but Mu Qing said indifferently: "If you fight again, I will make your life a waste, and really be a eunuch!"

Jing Yiran's hand that stopped in his ear stiffened for a moment, but after all he gritted his teeth back.

Mu Qing let the nosebleed lower and did not wipe it, so that when she went out to see the old lady later, she could let her old man know that he was beaten by her baby grandson, and he could earn some favor.

In that kind of place, in case Mu Qingzha is wrong, Jing Yiran will be completely finished in the next half of his life! Although he hated Muqing now, he had to hold back his burning anger.

What Mu Qing just did is not a joke. There is absolutely something wrong with today's things. He got himself a needle as soon as he came up. He didn't do any checks at all. Obviously, he was premeditated!

And those who instructed Mu Qing, Jing Yiran didn't need to think about it.

Jing Yichen!