As soon as Qin Yin returned to Mo Garden, he saw the things he had moved thrown in the corridor outside the master bedroom.
The girl approached, her figure was Pingting.
She happened to see Zhou Wei take out the latest medical bag she developed for her second brother Jun Sili from the room and was about to throw it on the ground.
She frowned and shouted softly: "Zhou Wei, that's for Mr. Mo's leg treatment. Do you dare to throw it away?"
Because of her past life memories, she always thought that Zhou Xing was targeting her again.
Zhou Wei was even more unjust than Dou E, but he still respectfully said to Qin Yin: "Miss Qin Yin, this is Mr. Mo's intention..."
This time, he didn't dare to call his wife.
Mr. Mo's thoughts are really unpredictable, and he doesn't want to suffer any more disasters.
When Qin Yin heard this, she had a pair of apricot eyes, the ends of her eyes were lifted up, which made the tear mole under the end of her left eye look evil and charming.
The girl's eyes were cold, she reached out to take the medical bag in his hand, her pink lips parted lightly: "Where is Mo Yichen?"
She gave him a random injection last night, but it only lasted a few hours.
We have to continue tonight without interruption.
Qin Yin's tone was calm, but inexplicably awe-inspiring.
Zhou Wei subconsciously said honestly: "Rose Garden."
Qin Yin nodded. In his previous life, Mo Yichen always stayed in the rose room, which was left by his mother.
She followed her memory to the door of the flower room. The girl knocked on the glass door, her face was as delicate as a flower, and her voice was as sweet as a coquettish one:
"Mr. Mo, I'm back!"
Mo Yichen was sitting in a wheelchair, his Rakshasa-like face glowing with coldness.
The man's eyebrows jumped when he heard the sound, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his dark and cold eyes trembled uncontrollably.
The little girl grew up on what she ate and has such a delicate voice.
Too unseemly.
Besides, who cares if she comes back?
Self-indulgent.
Qin Yin was not annoyed when he didn't get a response, so he opened the door and walked in.
In her previous life, she was the only person in Mo Garden who was allowed to enter by Mo Yichen.
Zhou Wei, who was not far away, was frightened by her bold move.
Yes, Qin Yin is finished.
Get ready to marry Mr. Mo the eighth happy bride!
However, a while passed.
In the transparent greenhouse, Qin Yin was half squatting in front of Mr. Mo's wheelchair. Her delicate and white fingertips touched Mo Yichen's leg again, and her little hand boldly covered it.
"..." Zhou Ving:? ?
In the flower room.
As Qin Yin approached, Mo Yichen frowned and said displeased: "Who allowed you to come in?"
"go out."
Mo Yichen ordered the guests to be kicked out in a cold tone, but his knuckled hands were still flipping through company documents at will.
Qin Yin observed his words and knew that he was not angry.
Then he took small steps closer and came to him with a medical bag in his hand.
The girl's slender body squatted down in front of him skillfully, raising her little head to look at him.
"Mr. Mo, is the effect of the silver needle last night gone?"
"If I touch you like this, do you still feel it?"
Qin Yin ignored his bad resistance and relied on Mo Yichen's legs to be unable to move. She stretched out her fingertips and touched his legs little by little.
The girl's little hand climbed up little by little and rubbed the trouser legs, faintly wiping out static electricity...
Qin Yin raised his head, with a small face as big as a palm, and a pair of clear and bright apricot eyes under the curved eyebrows. The dimples seemed to be filled with intoxicating wine, and the lips were red and tempting.
Seeing that Qin Yin's actions are about to become even more unscrupulous.
Veins popped up on Mo Yichen's forehead, and he said angrily: "Qin Yin, let go!"
Mo Yichen leaned over, reached out and grabbed Qin Yin's chin, forcing her to look into his sinister eyes:
"Is this how you treat men's legs?"
The man has a tall and slender figure, and even though he is sitting in a wheelchair, he still has an awe-inspiring look around him. With his Rakshasa face, he is even more intimidating to strangers.
But Qin Yin was not afraid. Instead, she curled her lips coquettishly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling, and her voice became a little softer: "Mr. Mo, there is a big difference between treating the legs and not treating them."
"What I'm treating now is your... disease of inaction."
“If you want to recover, you have to be obedient.”
The girl's bold and straightforward words made Mo Yichen's eyes darker.
He wanted to know how much more this daring little girl could cross.
"Yeah?"
"Tsk, for what purpose are you willing to sacrifice yourself for me, a disfigured and disabled man?"
Mo Yichen smiled mockingly and rubbed the girl's white porcelain silky chin with his rough fingertips.
The fingertips casually slipped from her chin to her slender neck...
It seemed like it could be cut off with just a little force.
He didn't believe that any woman would commit herself to marrying him without any purpose.
It was normal for the six brides in front of them to look horrified when they saw her.
And Qin Yin is so abnormal!
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Qin Yin's lips, and she said delicately and smartly: "Mr. Mo missed one thing, and if you don't do it, I won't be able to devote myself to anything."
"Besides, this is just a normal treatment process. In the eyes of doctors, there is no gender distinction."
"If we don't want to cure it, we naturally need to test whether you have the ability to have emotions. Please don't disturb your basics."
She wouldn't admit that she was teasing him on purpose just now.
The so-called test is just a cover.
Only by having more intimate contact can we win over this defensive man.
Every word Qin Yin spoke clearly revealed a message, that is: Mo Yichen, don't be so sentimental, I'm not interested in your body.
Mo Yichen was choked by Qin Yin's words, his brows furrowed deeper, and his face became a little more ugly.
Qin Yin... is so bold!
Zhou Wei, who was standing guard outside the door, had his jaw dropped several times.
Mr. Mo has hated contact since he was a child. After being disabled in a plane crash, his temperament changed drastically, and he even became disgusted with the opposite sex.
Has he ever allowed a woman to climb onto his legs without permission and touch her indiscriminately?
That's it, it would be rude not to call her "ma'am"!
Qin Yin regained his composure, used the two remaining silver needles to accurately insert the acupuncture points on Mo Yichen's legs, and said seriously: "Mr. Mo, if you can't cure it, you need long-term acupuncture."
"We have to share a room."
The silver needle held by Qin Yin was inserted into the acupuncture point. Compared with last night, Mo Yichen could clearly feel the changes in his body.
His breathing was ragged, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his long knuckles clasped the armrests of his wheelchair.
A pair of cold and sinister eyes were staring at Qin Yin, and her thin lips parted slightly: "Does acupuncture need a whole night?"
The implication was that she left immediately after the acupuncture, and there was no delay.
"Acupuncture is not necessary, but your leg muscles have not atrophied yet. I need to massage you all night and apply medicine."
"I will treat the patient's inability to lift and treat the legs at the same time."
"Mr. Mo, I hope you can stand up soon."
In her previous life, she had spent all night massaging and applying ointments to treat her second brother's legs, but he had removed his own cornea for Jun Tangyue.
Now, he doesn't deserve to enjoy any of his own good things.
Qin Yin knelt down and raised his eyes to meet Mo Yichen's deep eyes, his eyes were sincere and firm: Mo Yichen, you deserve the best in this life!
I will do my best to keep you healthy.
There seemed to be stars twinkling in the girl's eyes.
At that moment, Mo Yichen heard his slow and rhythmic heartbeat beating for a second...
"Well, you can move into the master bedroom."
Mo Yichen's deep and magnetic voice was like the sound of nature in Qin Yin's ears.
Living together is just the first step!
Qin Yin happily took the medical bag beside her and dug out the calming aromatherapy essential oil that she had personally prepared for her fourth brother Jun Sijin, who had neurasthenia.
She remembered that Mo Yichen had always suffered from insomnia in his previous life.
Insomnia for too long can cause nervousness and weakness, and even worse, make people violent and difficult to control themselves.
This is also a major reason for Mo Yichen's moodiness!
So, she took out a little calming aromatherapy essential oil and poured it into her palms, rubbing it on her fingertips until it was warm.
The girl stared at Mo Yichen expectantly and said tentatively: "Mr. Mo, this is the aromatherapy essential oil that I personally prepared. It has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind. It can relax the body and mind and help sleep."
"Shall I rub it for you?"
Qin Yin carefully stretched out her slender, white fingertips, and the gentle aroma of essential oil lingered, which was indeed very relaxing.
Mo Yichen met the girl's clear and bright smile and nodded mysteriously.
Zhou Wei looked at this scene in shock and cursed in his heart: Madam is afraid that she is doing useless work.
You must know that Mr. Mo's insomnia is extremely serious. The Mo family hired countless well-known psychiatrists and hypnotists, but to no avail.
Madam actually wants to use a small bottle of essential oil to make Mr. Mo fall asleep?
It’s simply a fantasy.
But he looked over again.
But he saw Qin Yin standing behind Mo Yichen, her fingertips soaked in the fragrance of essential oil, slowly rubbing the man's temples.
Mo Yichen's frowning brows relaxed slowly at this moment, his eyes were closed, and he sat relaxedly in the wheelchair, his breath gradually deepening...
"..." Zhou Weiren felt numb: Is Mr. Mo asleep?
This is hailed by major experts as the most difficult and stubborn insomnia in the world.
Is it just solved by a small bottle of aromatherapy essential oil?
