When Xiaonan was distracted, Jing Yixuan patted her blushing face.
The force is very light, more like a small gesture of intimacy between lovers.
As soon as she touched her tender skin, Jing Yixuan was stunned for a moment, and Xiao Nan also recovered.
On the soft skin, he feels his large, cocooned hand, which is slightly rough but very reassuring.
"No… "
Xiaonan shook her head, raised her head and asked him, "When will the operation be performed?"
"how?"
Jing Yixuan lowered his head, his deep gaze fell into Xiaonan's Yingying eyes.
"I'm a little bit looking forward to it."
"..."
Jing Yixuan thought this was a bit funny, so he simply sat down by Xiaonan's bed, "Yin Xiaonan, I am going to perform a craniotomy, what is it worth looking forward to?"
He narrowed his eyes, held his chest, and looked at Xiaonan, "I think your thinking is not normal. You have almost a paranoid love for the profession of a doctor, especially the doctor’s white coat. From an academic point of view, you should also be regarded as a kind of fetish!"
"Fetish??"
Xiaonan was preparing to drink water, and after hearing this, she almost sprayed a sip of water on Jing Yixuan's serious face.
She hurriedly swallowed the water in her mouth, glared at the man in front of her funny and angrily, and asked in annoyance, "Do you know what fetishism is?"
As early as the last time the woman asked him to change into a white lab coat, he had read the information about psychology in this area.
It's okay not to turn it over, I was surprised when I turned it over.
Seeing Xiaonan staring at him with a small astonishment, he felt that this woman must have this habit.
So, what she likes is not his Jing Yixuan at all, but, eagerly infatuated with his white coat? Or, just infatuated with his appearance in a white lab coat
Thinking about it this way, Jing Yixuan only felt inexplicably irritable.
Damn it! !
Xiaonan scratched her hair annoyed.
But he didn't know, what he said was that when he was used to seeing her, his heart moved...
It seems that some emotions are already breeding in his body, in his blood, once he gets used to it, he won't be able to change it for a lifetime!
Jing Yixuan got up and walked out, still holding the book "Come on, Healing Beasts!" ", call Li Ranyu while walking, "Secretary Li, bring some real-time reading materials to the hospital!"
"..."
Real-time reading! !
Should Xiaonan be fortunate, at least not "Mao Ze/Dong Quotations"? !
Jing Yixuan left, the refreshing, unique taste made her especially fascinated.
Xiaonan can't figure out what the relationship between herself and this man is now, as she said, is it unclear
But in fact, it’s not too bad, is it
She felt so, but she didn't know that President Jingda's mood was quite different.
At least, Jing Yixuan felt that the divorce should really be on the agenda!
"Unclear", the four words can be used to describe him, but you can't let others describe her next to him! !
At least, he would never allow such despicable adjectives as'mistress' and'third party' to be given to her!
If she insists on a status, she must also be a regular wife!
Jing Yixuan came out of the hall and closed the door of the ward easily.
He called his dedicated lawyer and said, "Lawyer An, draw up a divorce agreement for me! In addition, regarding the issue of property distribution after divorce, please implement it. I want the most satisfactory result!"
"Yes!"
"I want to see you tomorrow morning!"
Jing Yixuan's voice was not angry but mighty.
"Yes!"
As soon as Jing Yi Xuancai walked out of the ward, he saw Xiao Xiangyang walking in from outside with a huge schoolbag on his back.
When he saw his father, he hurriedly shouted, "Dad."
"What's on your back?"
Jing Yixuan looked behind him suspiciously, stepped up to him, and lifted the bag from behind his small body, and frowned, "What is it so heavy?"
The little guy blinked his big dark eyes and confessed truthfully, "Xiao Nan's computer."
Jing Yixuan's face darkened slightly, "She is not suitable to face the computer right now, I will talk to her."
Jing Yixuan carried his schoolbag and went into the ward, and the little guy followed up.
"Xiao Nan—"
The little guy sat down beside Xiaonan's bed, touched her forehead which was still wrapped in gauze, and asked distressedly, "Does it still hurt today?"
"a little bit… "
Xiao Xiangyang's mouth pursed, blowing towards Xiaonan's wound, and then, blinking clean eyes, he asked her seriously, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore!"
So satisfied, Xiaonan rubbed her baby son into her arms. Suddenly, she thought of something, "Where is my computer?"