Chapter 2041: Perspective 19

The marriage of the entrusted soft snow Joe and Mo Ming is mixed with their own selfishness. The consignor wants to get rid of Zhao Liang and the selfishness of pulling his own family.
And Mo Ming, a man who is dying, means that the woman who married is in a short period of time, the bride becomes a widow, and Mo Ming has no way to refuse the mother’s pleading, even if she knows that this is unfair to a girl.
Out of the mind of compensation, Mo Ming tried to arrange things after his death, and there was no need for a young girl to give herself a widow.
Ning Shu feels that Mo Ming’s body is always so bad, that is, he has to worry too much, he has to die, he still wants to do so much, and that death is like a lamp. Everything in this world has nothing to do with him. Different worlds.
Ning Shu said: "I said that if you are okay, you will be fine. I will worry about my affairs. If you worry too much, your body will not be good."
Soft Snow Joe has already given up his soul to reverse the situation and will not let himself live so miserable.
Instead, it is Mo Ming, who is less worried than his good body.
Mo Ming was silent for a while, and finally got a little sleepy, just lying asleep in bed.
Ning Shu: ...
It’s not a very serious matter to discuss, but I fell asleep.
Ning Shu put the quilt on his body, and then the pulse, um, no change, or the same as before, it has been very good without deterioration.
Scanning the body of the ink, can not see the existence of cockroaches, such things can not be found out of modern advanced medical equipment, almost integrated with the body.
Ning Shu took back his hand, gently went out of the bedroom, went downstairs to the kitchen, and her mother-in-law was busy, giving me a meal.
"Mu Ming, is there any discomfort in the body?" asked Mo Ming's mother.
Ning Shu: ...
Now she has to be asked about the body of Mo Ming every day, and suddenly she has a little understanding of Mo Ming’s feelings.
Ning Shu said: "He is resting, I have covered him with a quilt, don't worry."
Mo Ming’s mother nodded. Chao Ningshu asked:
What do you like to eat, what taste, I let the big chef give you.

"What do you eat when you eat." Ning Shu said.
Mommy’s face is very pale, but her body is thin, and now she is all supported by Mo Ming. If something goes wrong with Mo Ming, it is estimated that Mo Ming’s mother will be able to smash.
Ning Shu said: "In fact, everyone in the meditation of Mo Ming can eat, all of them are supplemented. Mom, you can also eat more, anyway, you have to lick, you also eat a little."
"I know, you don't have to be here, go upstairs and look at Mo Ming." Mo Ming said.
Ning Shu felt that he was here, and Mo Ming’s mother was also very anxious and went upstairs.
Ning Shu simply sits on the sofa and rests. Of course, it is a practice to cultivate the martial arts. It is better to be able to condense a hint of aura.
Mo Ming’s body gives Ning Shu a feeling of powerlessness.
I don't know how Zhao Liang is doing now. Ning Shu feels that he has almost converged all the tempers in this plane. According to Ning Shu's temper, he should directly cut Zhao Liang's chicken.
But she is doing good things now, and she has made obscenity for Zhao Liang. This cockroach will make people energetic and strong, and it will not be a golden gun. Compared with the side effects of taking medicine, this kind of thing is simply the gospel of men.
There is a knife on the head of the color, and Zhao Liang has so many women, let him serve so many girls and enjoy the wonderful taste.
Since Zhao Liang wants to be a kind of horse, it will give you a kind of horse.
Haha...
There is no harm to Mo Ming’s jealousy, but this kind of jealousy is the kind of evil.
Even the iron-clad body can't stand the ravages.
At the beginning of the reason for studying and nursing, I ran outside every day, giving Ning Shu the opportunity to refine.
After many failures, the refining was successful.
In a short time, Zhao Liang should have no big moves. After all, the finger is hurt. You don't have to know when it will be good, and the person who wants to be jealous at any time is almost the brain.
Ning Shu eliminates the impurities in the air, the aura is very small, and there is no hair thickness.
Modern planes are so helpless.
Mo Ming opened his eyes without any look. Looking at Ning Shu sitting on the sofa, Ning Shu opened his eyes and said, "Drinking water, I will pour you water."
"Thank you." Mo Ming sat up and rubbed his forehead with exhaustion.
Ning Shu poured water on Mo Ming, feeling that Ming Ming sleeps, still so tired, tired than not sleeping.
Mo Ming sighed, took a drink and took a drink, and did not drink. Ning Shu put the cup on a bed, then gave the ink to the pulse, and the heart rate accelerated while sleeping. It was not a good phenomenon.

How?
Mo Ming asked Ning Shu. It’s not like asking himself how he is physically. It’s a bit like a funny Ning Shu. He doesn’t think Ning Shu has any medical skills.
Let Ning Shu give himself a pinch of something, don't think that this girl can heal himself, and condone people.
Ning Shu licked his mouth and said, "It's okay."
Mo Ming just licked his lips, and there was no emotion in the eyes that looked like a joke.
Ning Shu: ...
I rubbed, my profession was questioned.
Ning Shu said with a blank expression: "To tell the truth is not very good, then I will give you a shot."
Ning Shu took out the silver needle and disinfected alcohol, looked at Mo Ming, "get off the lie."
Mo Ming raised his hand and unbuttoned the button. The movement was very slow. Just like no effort, he saw that the obsessive-compulsive disorder had occurred.
Ning Shu endured the urge to tear off the clothes of Mo Ming, watching Mo Ming take off his clothes slowly, and the two red fruit fruits on the chest of Mo Ming are tender and tender, and Ning Shu wants to lick like a full succulent plant. His red fruit.
It is estimated that this weak man of Mo Ming has stirred up the urge to violence in people's hearts.
"Lie down." Ning Shu disinfected the silver needle, and intended to poke the points of the ink.
Mo Ming slowly lay down and looked at the silver needle in Ningshu's hand. He suddenly asked: "You have a silver needle that is a bit thick, not the same as the last one."
Ning Shu said while he was squatting: "The sensitivity of the acupuncture points is different, so the silver needles used are different."
Mo Ming did not move, and felt that the place where it was tied was sour and painful, and there was a bit of hot. Ning Shu gave Mo Ming a lot of needles, and used a little bit of aura to pour into the acupuncture points.
Ning Shu wiped the sweat on his face with his back. Mo Ming pulled out a square handkerchief from his trousers and folded it neatly. He handed it to Ningshu. Ning Shu took the handkerchief and wiped it as a face towel. Face, then put it aside. .
After a while, Ning Shu slowly pulled out the silver needle and took the pip to wipe off the blood from the acupoints. These blood is accumulated in the body. .