Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

The scene seems to be frozen after being infinitely elongated.

Every movement of Jun Jiuyan was imprinted in Mu Qianqian's mind.

Turning his back to himself, the overly fair skin was exposed after the shirt fell off, Jun Jiuyan was very thin, but not skinny.

The Butterfly Valley is faintly visible, and the beautiful golden inverted triangle.

As if he knew that the people behind him were watching, the shirt on his body had already been taken off, but the cuffs at the cuffs had not been unbuttoned.

Jun Jiuyan turned around, resting his knuckle fingers on his wrist, with a casual smile on his face, "Huh?"

Mu Qianqian seemed to be caught, and looked away in a panic, but the picture in her mind kept replaying uncontrollably, and she looked over cautiously.

He happened to fall into his dark brown eyes, and then heard an ear-catching chuckle.

Jun Jiuyan slowly unbuttoned the cuffs on his cuffs, and because they were facing each other, his chest and the entire upper body were exposed.

She is fair, but not as sick as others, and she can even smell a good figure.

Holding his shirt in one hand, he threw it aside casually.

"I'm fine, come on, Qianqian."

Mu Qianqian froze and didn't dare to move, he, how dare he call himself Qianqian so blatantly, wasn't she still Miss Mu just now, except for the one she said to herself in a low voice.

Mu Qianqian didn't move, Jun Jiuyan had already laid down spontaneously, like the most attractive male vixen, with his chest bare, one hand propped on his chin, coughed twice, his eyes were filled with water, "Qianqian can't come Is it?"

"..." Mu Qianqian, who is obviously the most serious doctor-patient relationship, why didn't she hear a serious look from this monster's mouth.

"Okay, okay." Professor Zhang on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped Jun Jiuyan on the shoulder, "Don't play tricks on me, kid, just do acupuncture and moxibustion well. If you hurt in a while, let's see if you still make fun of me." Shallow."

Jun Jiuyan restrained his smile, and his facial features were demonic and distinct, "Let's do it."

When the silver needle pierced the skin one by one and went deep into the acupuncture point, Jun Jiuyan's expression changed from casual to serious, and when the last silver needle went down, Mu Qianqian felt a little embarrassed.

"If you're in pain, you can call out." Mu Qianqian said.

Jun Jiuyan's acupoints are very clogged, so when he unblocks them, the pain will be many times that of ordinary people.

Mu Qianqian was used to seeing the patients who came here crying and howling, and seeing Jun Jiuyan's expressionless, extremely pale face, she couldn't bear it.

"It will be much better if you shout it out, trust me." Mu Qianqian added.

Jun Jiuyan smiled and tilted his head to look at Mu Qianqian.

The face like a little fox is so innocent, and there is a bit of pampering that I can't understand.

Is she feeling sorry for herself?

The arc of Jun Jiuyan's mouth widened by two points, "Shouting out, will it stop the pain?"

"..." Mu Qianqian, "I just think you'll feel better if you let it out. Your condition is not ideal, and your acupuncture points are blocked."

Jun Jiuyan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the silver needles on his chest and upper body.

After a long time, I finally asked, "Will I die?"

Mu Qianqian frowned. Logically speaking, as a doctor, I have seen too much life and death. All the patients lying here will either live or not.

Mu Qianqian shouldn't have been touched too much, but hearing Jun Jiuyan's question made her feel very uncomfortable.

His monstrous face was still loose and arrogant, even life and death were so casual.

"Jun Jiuyan." Mu Qian took a deep breath.

"Huh?" One syllable.

"You won't die." Mu Qianqian affirmed.

Although Jun Jiuyan's condition is serious, he did it all by himself. After recuperation and dredging, his body will be no different from that of ordinary people, and even better than ordinary people.

"As a doctor, I can tell you with certainty that you will not die, and you will live well."

Mu Qianqian was rarely serious and rigorous.

Jun Jiuyan was startled, then slowly smiled.

"Qianqian, are you worried that I will die?"

"I'm just worried that you don't want to live." Jun Jiuyan's expression was too enthusiastic, Mu Qianqian gritted his teeth, "That would be a waste of my time and energy to spend on you, Jun Jiuyan, I'm very busy , it is not easy to cure a stubborn patient like you."

As if not caring about the second half of Mu Qianqian's words, Jun Jiuyan took it for granted, "That's also because I'm worried about my death."

"..." Mu Qianqian, what else is there to talk about with such a stubborn man, let him die of pain.

Of course, Mu Qianqian would definitely not let Jun Jiuyan die of pain.

Whether he admits it or not, Jun Jiuyan's face is absolutely convincing to him.Just watching the beauty suffer, Mu Qianqian felt uneasy.

So, after five or six minutes of letting Jun Jiuyan feel cool and hurt, Mu Qianqian finally said again, "Don't move, just wait for me."

"Huh?" Jun Jiuyan was struggling with the severe and burning pain, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from showing any pain, heard the voice, and looked slightly sideways.

Mu Qianqian ran away.

"You kid, your eyes are about to fall on Qianqian, tell me, are you attracted to him?" Professor Zhang, who has always been in the air, saw his precious student running out before opening his mouth.

Jun Jiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle Zhang."

"Okay, okay," Professor Zhang waved his hand, "I don't know you yet, when you have such a good temper, this is the first time you have seen Qianqian."

"No."

"Not what?" Professor Zhang was puzzled.

"She's mine..." Jun Jiuyan thought for a while.

"What's yours?" Professor Zhang asked.

"Wife."

"..." Professor Zhang took several deep breaths to calm down his emotions, but he still couldn't hold back a slap.

Jun Jiuyan gasped in pain.

"Stinky boy, go dream about you."

Jun Jiuyan smiled and said nothing, how did my Uncle Zhang know that it was not the first time he met his precious student, and the origin of it...

Jun Jiuyan shook his head.

"If you want to chase after Qianqian, you can take good care of your body, or I will be the first to disagree!" After thinking for a long time, Professor Zhang still jumped out.

Jun Jiuyan responded, looking at the delicate figure who hurried in at the door again.

"You drink this." Mu Qianqian panted slightly, and handed a cup of yogurt to Jun Jiuyan.

Jun Jiuyan glanced at it with a strange expression, "I don't drink sweets."

"Sweet and sour. It's delicious. It can also distract you. Drink it quickly." Mu Qianqian glared at him, not knowing what was good or bad, and shared all her favorite yogurt with him.

"..." Jun Jiuyan.

"This is Qianqian's favorite yogurt." Professor Zhang answered slowly.

Jun Jiuyan was helpless, raised his only hand to take the yogurt, and choked out a word, "Okay."