My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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Mu Qing immediately scanned her with precision instruments, and then relieved her, comforting her: "It's okay, some hyperplasia, it doesn't matter."

Although he kissed her two **** of softness countless times, it was really the first time that he had examined it so carefully.

Checking Zhao An'an and checking other women are completely two concepts.

Zhao Anan shouted pain, he followed the pain, fearing that she would have any hidden symptoms.

Mu Qing patiently checked Zhao Anan's whole body. When it came time to check her privacy, Zhao Anan felt quite uncomfortable.

"I'm not checking it! You are about to let go!"

Mu Qing's voice was slightly hoarse, and he refused undoubtedly: "No, you haven't finished the investigation, don't move!"

God knows, this is definitely a torment for him!

"You play tricks! Hooligan! You take advantage of me!" Zhao Anan whispered to him.

Mu Qing couldn't help laughing: "I really want to take advantage of you, do I still need to wear gloves? I'm just a doctor now, Miss, don't you want to be crooked?"

Zhao Anan's cheeks were covered with blush, and his tossed breath was short, and he looked unbearable.

She gritted her teeth coldly: "Hurry up!"

Mu Qing deliberately misinterpreted her meaning: "Do you want faster? How fast?"

Zhao An'an's foot kicked angrily on his shoulder.

Mu Qing smiled and grabbed her white and thin calf, and coaxed her with a gentle tone: "Obey, don't make trouble, just a moment."

Zhao An'an really didn't make trouble, but his face was getting red.

She didn't know whether Mu Qing was intentional or not, she almost screamed.

After the manual inspection, Muqing was not at ease and checked again with the instrument, and then carefully recorded all the data, ready to compare with the future data.

It wasn't until the end that Mu Qing gave Zhao An'an follicle-stimulating hormone. He already counted Zhao An'an's official holiday. It should come this afternoon or tomorrow. This time the injection effect is the best.

Zhao Anan looked at him with some doubt: "Why do I still have an injection?"

She shrank on the small bed and looked at him pitifully with a pair of bright eyes. Mu Qing's heart suddenly softened and she couldn't help but bow her head and kiss her.

"For testing, don't worry, it's okay to do it once a month, about three times. After the injection, please tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Zhao Anan nodded and nodded: "Oh."

She didn't like injections, she wasn't afraid of pain, but she hated the feeling of being stuck with a needle and injected with medicine.

Before chemotherapy, she would be pierced continuously. The back of her hand was full of needles and bruises. She couldn't even sleep because of the pain.

However, since it is used for healing, she will endure if she doesn't like it.

In this regard, she is not a hypocritical woman.

"Come every two days in the future, I will record the detailed data of your body and make a table for easy analysis."

Such a trick to Zhao Anan, Mu Qing was somewhat guilty.

However, Zhao An'an was so cleverly mischievous today, and he was not too skeptical about the injection, and he felt even more guilty.

Zhao Anan heard that he could come every two days, and he was very happy.

You don’t have to stay at home every day, you can make a few jokes with Mu Qing, what a pleasure!

When she saw Mu Qing, she forgot all the unpleasant things before, and she was the only one in her heart.

She can also feel that Mu Qing has not been angry for a long time. In fact, he used to be like this. If she did something wrong, Mu Qingding would be angry for a little longer. Coax her.

The characters of the two of them are very similar. They are both those who do not care about and do not love vengeance. Happy things will be remembered, and unhappy things will soon be forgotten.

Zhao An'an was very neat when he undressed, but at the moment he was wearing clothes but rubbing.

After finishing the inspection, the needle was also shot. She couldn't continue to stay here.

But no matter how hard it is, the clothes are sometimes worn.

Mu Qing was shutting down the instruments and equipment. When she saw her dressed and walked out, she grabbed her and dragged her into her arms: "Where are you going? You are not allowed to go, wait for me!"

Although Zhao Anan did not want to leave, she really had to leave.

She has become increasingly contradictory.

She couldn't do without Mu Qing, but she was afraid that she would die accidentally one day, and she would be happy for Mu Qingkong.

"I am going home."

Zhao Anan whispered a word, and then wanted to get out of Mu Qing's arms and go outside.

Mu Qing finally saw her, where could she let her go so easily.

He held Zhao Anan's wrist with one hand, and packed the information recorded today with the other hand, stuffed it into a kraft paper bag, and then held Zhao An'an with the paper bag in one hand: "Open the door, let's go."

Zhao An'an could not break free, so he had to go out with him.

Mu Qing did not put this document in the hospital, but took it to the car. These materials recorded Zhao Anan's private data, he did not want others to see.

Of course, Zhao Anan was also forced into the car by him, and the Rolls Royce of the Zhao family was rushed back to the Zhao family by Mu Qing.

Zhao An'an was very dissatisfied: "You drove my driver away, who will send me home at that time! I have no money to take a taxi!"

Mu Qing sat in the driver's seat, carefully fastened Zhao An'an's seat belt, kissed the tip of her nose, then took out her wallet and threw it to her: "Just spend it! In addition, take you home with me, want What the driver does!"

Zhao An'an is staring at the eyes of money now. She grabbed Muqing's wallet and opened it. There was a huge pile of banknotes in it!

She laughed happily, patting Mu Qing's shoulder and said: "You are more active than that Zheng Jing guy! He is stingy, every time I have to grab the money to give me money!"

Muqing is speechless.

Can Zheng Jing compare with him?

Mu Qing was slandering in his heart: Zheng Jing sent you money just to cooperate with Shangguan Ninghua's acting, where did he really give you money to spend, and the money I gave you was all I reimbursed to him!

He turned his head to look at Zhao Anan's countless money, and couldn't help but be amused.

Silly girl, it's so happy to give some money. Thanks to Zhao Jiafu's oil, if Zhao family has no money, wouldn't she see the money and grab it.

Mu Qing drove to the supermarket, and Zhao Anan had been sitting in the passenger seat counting money.

There are more than three thousand dollars in Muqing's wallet, which can make Zhao Anan happy. She counted it several times and determined that it was 3,752 yuan.

Then, she put all the more than three thousand dollars in her bag, put the dime coin back into Muqing's wallet, and threw it to him: "Okay, that dime rewards you!"