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Han Zhiqing, don't force me to use extreme means

She couldn't help but laugh at herself in her heart. When she woke up, for a moment, she really hoped to see Mo Junhao here.

She actually has such ridiculous thoughts.

Han Zhiqing, are you crazy? Or...

Had years of loneliness left her with a crazy desire for someone to be by her side when she woke up?

She asked herself in her mind, but found that she couldn't find the answer at all.

All the patients in the ward had fallen asleep, and the rainy night seemed particularly silent. A sense of vicissitudes of life gradually appeared on her face.

Since her grandmother left three years ago, she has long been accustomed to this feeling of being alone, and gradually, all her habits have become natural.

She looked away from the window. She walked lightly and walked out of the ward. There were not many people in the corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was a beverage machine designed for others to drink. She lifted her feet and walked forward.

go.

She leaned down and poured a cup of coffee on the coffee bar. This was a habit she had developed over the years.

Others say that coffee can refresh you, but for her, she can only fall asleep after drinking coffee.

He reached out and was about to pick up the poured coffee, but a big hand suddenly stretched out to cover the cup, and took the coffee from the beverage machine first.

Han Zhiqing raised her eyes and saw that Mo Junhao's blue eyes were filled with reproach. Under her astonished eyes, she slightly opened her thin lips and said:

"No coffee allowed."

Still speaking in a domineering tone, he took the cup of freshly poured coffee and threw it into the trash can nearby. He did it in one go, without any sloppy taste.

Han Zhiqing never thought that Mo Junhao would appear in her sight again so late. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. At the same time, she frowned slightly when she looked at the coffee he threw into the trash can.

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She suppressed her surprised eyes and looked away from Mo Junhao's face. She reached out again to pour herself another glass, but the hand she just stretched out was directly grabbed by Mo Junhao.

Seeing a hint of anger hidden under his deep blue eyes, he stared at her and said in a deep voice: "I'll say it again, no coffee allowed."

Faced with the domineering and angry look in his eyes and tone, Han Zhiqing glanced at him coldly and continued to do her own thing.

"Han Zhiqing, don't force me to use extraordinary measures."

When he spoke, his voice became even angrier.

Does this woman know that she almost died, but at this time, she is still drinking something as nutritious as coffee?

Does she really not care about her body at all?

The more he looked at her indifferent expression, the angrier Mo Junhao became. If this woman dared to drink another cup of coffee, he was not sure whether he would throw away the beverage machine directly.

When Han Zhiqing heard what he said, a hint of impatience flashed through her cold eyes, but her voice was still light, "President likes to meddle so much, please mind your own girlfriend, my private affairs are not

Dare you bother the president."

After saying that, he freed his hand from Mo Junhao's hand and wanted to pour coffee again, but his waist tightened at this moment, his body staggered, and he was pulled into Mo Junhao's arms.
Chapter completed!
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