"Why, are you reluctant to let it go? Isn't it just a phone call? As for how confidential it is?" Mo Qing was a little unhappy when she saw Zhang Yan who had not taken action for a long time.

"No, you are not cursing yourself for getting sick when you ask me for a phone call. I am a kind and pure doctor. I don't know whether to do such a thing. If you insist on asking for it, I will tell you."

"I want it, of course I want it. Of course I want to leave the phone number for such a powerful doctor?"

Zhang Yan's words did not scare Mo Qing at all, but instead wanted to get Zhang Yan's call. In desperation, Zhang Yan had no choice but to tell the other party about his phone and looked at the time again. It was the best time to treat it, so he let Mo Qing lie down on the wooden bed on the balcony.

Gently lifted the white bath towel on Mo Qing's body, and his perfect figure was exposed to Zhang Yan's sight again. His round buttocks, a deep gully, and his white jade-like skin were shocked to Zhang Yan's heart.

"Hold on, you must hold it down. I am a doctor, a pure doctor. There are only patients in my eyes, regardless of gender." After calming down my excitement and nervousness, Zhang Yan took out a silver needle and quickly checked Mo Qing's body. With the sunlight and the smoke and roasting of medicinal materials, streams of black juice flowed out along the silver needles, and needles were used on the eighteen acupoints in a row. After the treatment was over, Zhang Yan was weak and sat on the chair beside him with a pale face and gasped heavily.

Feeling Zhang Yan stopped treatment, Mo Qing continued to enjoy the comfort of being massaged all over her body. Then she intentionally got up from the wooden bed, wrapped herself in a bath towel, sat in a corner of the bed, supported her hands on the table beside her, dragging her cheeks and quietly watching the young man gasping for breath.

"Zhang Yan, it's very happy to know you. I think you are only eighteen or nineteen years old, so why don't you go to school?"

"Ahem, I don't want to talk to you about this issue now. If you have time, can you pour me a cup of boiled water?" Zhang Yan's lips were dry and the sweat beads shed just now were probably 500 ml, so he spoke without doing anything.

Mo Qing was stunned, and got up from the bed and went to the water dispenser to receive a large cup of cold water for Zhang Yan with her beloved ceramic cup. This is Mo Qing's favorite ceramic cup. Apart from her, no man has touched it, not even his own father. Now, Mo Qing actually used his ceramic cup for a strange man. It can be seen that she liked Zhang Yan from the bottom of her heart. Perhaps because Zhang Yan had seen her body, Zhang Yan's figure was deeply imprinted in Mo Qing's heart.

"For you." Mo Qing stretched out her delicate jade hand and handed over the ceramic cup in her palm.

Zhang Yan was not polite at all, and took the ceramic cup and drank it in big mouthfuls. The moment the ice water was in the mouth, a cold feeling swept across his body, making Zhang Yan, who was originally a little tired, feel a little energetic. After drinking it, he put the ceramic cup aside and stood up and smiled: "Now this is the second course of treatment. After two courses, you can completely cure your illness. You can go wherever you want in the future, and you no longer have to worry about the fishy smell on your body."

"Are you leaving?" Mo Qing asked reluctantly.

"Of course, why don't you stay here? If you want to thank me for kissing me, I won't mind." Zhang Yan said with a playful smile.

Mo Qing walked up and kissed Zhang Yan's fair face without hesitation. She stared at the other party with tender eyes and smiled: "Zhang Yan, thank you for making me full of hope for life again."

"This is too direct! If I knew Mo Qing would be so proactive, I should have asked her to sleep with me just now. My mother, this time I was really at a disadvantage." Zhang Yan murmured in his heart, regretting what he said just now.

"No need to thank you. This is the responsibility of being a doctor. Besides, you are so beautiful, you probably will lose your pomegranate skirt if you are a man."

"Then have you lost under my pomegranate skirt?"

Zhang Yan stared at the pretty girl in front of him with a look of surprise, thinking to himself why this girl always pushed the problem on her. Didn’t she understand that what she said just now was away words, and she was really accustomed to it. Then she laughed and replied in a general way: “I didn’t say that if a man would lose to your pomegranate skirt. Okay, it’s getting late. I have other things, so you can rest at home with peace of mind!”

After saying that, Zhang Yan was not there and opened the bedroom door and left the bedroom. Uncle Wang, the secretary of the mayor Mo Hai, had already been waiting downstairs. When he saw Zhang Yan coming down, he walked up and asked with a smile: "Doctor Zhang Yan, it will be fine so soon."

Zhang Yan responded, Uncle Wang insisted on sending Zhang Yan back, but of course he would not refuse. TMD would not pay for medical treatment, and he would have to pay the travel expenses for treatment. If it weren't for your sake, I wouldn't have come to see your daughter.

He was sent to Liuxi Village by Uncle Wang. Zhang Yan greeted the other party, and the latter drove away. After another day of trouble, Zhang Yan did not dare to go home. He was worried that the tigress at home would eat him, but if he didn't go home, there was no place to go. After thinking about it, he was still preparing to cook a few good dishes for Senior Sister Long Ling to get the other party's understanding.

In the kitchen, Zhang Yan was busy all the time. In order to dispel Senior Sister Long Ling's anger, he spent a lot of effort to fill a table of delicious food standing at the door waiting for his return to teaching.

"Senior sister, senior sister, you are finally back." Although Zhang Yan was afraid when he saw Long Ling's figure, he still bit the bullet and greeted him, calling Long Ling's name sweetly.

"Boy, I see where you are going now?"

Seeing Zhang Yan, Long Ling stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yan, cursing him constantly. It seemed that what happened yesterday did not make the anger in her heart disappear.

Zhang Yan squatted on the ground and pretended to sob and said aggrievedly: "Senior sister, I said it was unintentional. Why did you just not believe it? In order not to make you angry, I worked at home for a day to cook delicious food for you. Even if I have never treated my parents like this, you didn't let me go. What do you want?"
Chapter completed!