Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

After the head hurts less, Jiang Tingxu was forced by the man to eat more.

"What time is it?" asked very speechlessly.

The man glanced at his watch:

"Two points."

It's two o'clock?

Jiang heard Xu frowned a few times.

"Want to sleep again?"

This woman slept for less than three hours last night. It was probably enough to make up for an hour or so before. The total sleep time is four hours. She has to work up another night shift tonight. How can she survive? live?

Mo Boyuan's heart was full of distress for his wife.

A long time ago, after learning that Jiang Tingxu had chosen the Department of Medicine, Mo Boyuan actually considered these.

But helpless, who makes this girl like it?

Jiang Tingxu didn't know what the man was thinking at this time, and shook his head:

"Don't sleep."

"What are you going to do?"

Jiang listened to Xu suddenly glanced:

"Why are you asking this?"

The man laughed, very happy:

"Of course be with my wife!"

Ha ha.

"No need."

Refuse directly.

After all, even Jiang Tingxu himself hadn't thought of what to do this time.

Isn't this man always busy?

Why are you so idle today?

Looking at the undisguised disgust in his wife's eyes, Mo Boyuan's eyebrows jumped uncontrollably.

I'm afraid, only this woman in front of me can be so disgusted.

This is Emperor Mo!

Mimei is an 80-year-old grandmother and a three-year-old child.

A word, a look, can make fans go crazy!

Unfortunately, in front of my wife...

"Wife, do you think you can refuse?"

He had to put his face in his pocket, tangled shamelessly.

Hearing these words, Jiang Tingxu stared at him and stared for several times. Not only did the man know that he didn't have any, but the more he smiled, the brighter he became.

"Mo Boyuan, you should let your fans take a good look at you now."

What idols are these fans?

Puff~

The man laughed out loud, then said:

"Oh, it's okay, you can take photos and send your wife."

As long as Jiang Tingxu sent out, he would undoubtedly admit it.

Therefore, Mo Boyuan was very happy.

It's just that Jiang Tingxu's mind is still very clear, not the kind of pit at all.

"I'm going to wash the dishes. If you don't eat it, let it go."

"I'll help you."

"Are you trying to throw all my bowls?"

It's not that it hasn't happened. Every time Mo Boyuan wants to wash the dishes, those dishes are thrown one by one.

At present, there are not many dishes in the house.

Well, once again, he was severely disgusted by his wife, and Mo Boyuan did not insist.

After all, even he himself didn't know why, as long as those bowls and plates were in his hands, gravity instantly doubled and he couldn't control it at all.

cough.

Silently watching his wife tidy up the things on the table, when Jiang Tingxu entered the kitchen holding the bowls and chopsticks, the man consciously followed in.

"What are you doing with me? The kitchen is so big, do you think it can fit us?"

It's okay for one person, two people are there, and they can meet each other when they turn around.

Jiang Tingxu was very irritable, anyway, every time he was with Mo Boyuan, his anger rose straight up, ready to erupt at any time.

"Oh."

The man answered, and his long legs retreated to the kitchen door in two steps.

Jiang Tingxu glanced at him, did not say anything, and began to wash the dishes.

Mo Boyuan was looking at the woman who was bowing inside and washing the bowl in front of the pool without blinking. The more he looked, the softer his eyes became, and the corners of his lips were also raised and never let go.