Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Eight: It's Just... Feng Shui Turns!

Since her pregnancy, Mo Jingshen has changed from teasing her physically to verbally teasing her, and Ji Nuan is used to it.

Mo Jingshen really can only lie down at ordinary times, and she will stare at her whenever he moves his arm.

Now that I can walk for a while, and finally hug her, the man's arms around her waist are gradually tightening, as if he intends to imprison her in his arms and never let her go.

Both of them were wearing hospital clothes. Ji Nuan was too thin, so the clothes looked extra loose. The man just pulled it lightly, and the two buttons at the front of her neck were directly opened, and she was held in his arms by the man. It couldn't be more convenient.

Ji Nuan tilted her head: "I'm not two months pregnant yet."

He replied vaguely, "Well, I know."

"When I went for a check-up a few days ago, the doctor said that the number of weeks was too small to see clearly. I have time to check again these days. I didn't know that the obstetric check-up would be so troublesome..."

The kiss that the man spread to her collarbone went back, kissed her neck again, and finally landed on her lips, and pressed her against the wall by the window. Although he held her tightly, he avoided it. Her stomach, prying open her lips and teeth and intruding in.

After kissing like this for a long time, Ji Nuan didn't struggle, anyway, Mo Jingshen knew better than her.

Sure enough, kissing and kissing and forgetting the love, when he was ready to go, the man pressed on her like this, the two stood against the wall like this, he leaned against her neck and gasped, his hoarse voice was almost close to hers The ear said in a low voice: "It's still a month and a half, it's uncomfortable."

Ji Nuan wanted to laugh very much, but she still laughed after enduring it for a long time.

She raised her hand and hugged the man who seemed to show a coquettish side. Anyway, she defined Mo Jingshen's uncomfortable sentence as coquettish, and hugged his neck with a smile: "Grandpa is not planning to let us have a football team. Will you come out? You have to endure it sooner or later. After you give birth to one, you may have to give birth to a second one. You will get used to it if you endure it.”

The man suddenly squeezed her chin and kissed her again, then while kissing her cheek, he walked to her ear hoarsely and coaxed her: "It's enough to have one, I thought I didn't know you came back every morning. Is your ward secretly vomiting behind my back? One is so hard, how can you be willing to let you suffer this kind of crime again and again? "

Ji Nuan found that Mo Jingshen, who looked like a man, really gave people a sense of indifference.

But after really getting in touch, I found that this man always has the ability to make people drown in it with a kiss. If she is not pregnant now, just when he can finally have some action now. , it is estimated that he can kiss her and throw her on the bed at any time.

...

When I went to the obstetric examination again, the results of this examination were not very different from the previous one.

It still looks good, but the fetal gas is not very stable compared to ordinary pregnant women. This has something to do with Ji Nuan's previous problems with palace cold, and her experience in the past 20 days and the lack of sleep every day. It has a lot to do with it. She slept well in Mo Jingshen's ward, but she was always worried about his wounds every day, and her mood was always hanging. In addition, she would occasionally have nightmares, dreaming that Dali used a gun. Mouth pointed at her.

The combination of various factors caused the small thing in her belly to live unsettled, slightly smaller than normal. The doctor told Ji Nuan to eat more food and supplement nutrition, take more rest, and be more calm. Don't worry too much.

So in the last few days of Mo Jingshen's stay in the hospital, Ji Nuan did not go to sleep in his ward again under the doctor's advice, but obediently recuperates in his own ward. This time, Mo Jingshen could move around at will, she But he could only lie on the bed and watch this man smile when he came to visit his ward from time to time.

It's just... feng shui turns!

...

There are so many Chinese in Los Angeles that the Chinese Spring Festival can also feel a little festive atmosphere in major shopping malls and streets here.

The day before the New Year's Eve, Mo Jingshen could finally be discharged from the hospital.

When they walked out of the hospital, Shine Group's car was already waiting outside.

In other words, Mo Shao didn't plan to give them any choice at all. Since he returned to Los Angeles, it was only natural that he had to listen to his arrangements.

A middle-aged driver in the car walked down and respectfully nodded to Mo Jingshen: "President Mo, long time no see, are you feeling better? Director Mo asked us to pick you up!"

The driver is a Chinese, in his forties, his name is George, he has been a housekeeper and driver in the Mo family in Los Angeles for many years, and he is very familiar with Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen glanced at him lightly: "Did I say go back today?"

George was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "But tomorrow is the Spring Festival in China. Director Mo learned that you were discharged from the hospital today, so he specially sent us to pick you up and..."

Nan Heng was not here today. Feng Ling, Ah K, and others were planning to send them to Mo Jingshen's residence in Los Angeles, but now people from the Mo family in Los Angeles came to pick him up directly. move things over and put them in the car.

Mo Jingshen said, "Put it down."

Feng Ling and Ak paused for a while, took down the luggage that was about to be put in the car, turned to look at Mo Jingshen, and waited for his orders.

"Put it on our own car." Mo Jingshen was expressionless, then glanced at George again: "If there is time, I will go back tomorrow, you can go."

George has been in the Mo family for many years, and of course he knows the relationship between Mo Jingshen and his family. Back to Shine Group.

Two cars were parked in front of the hospital.

Mo Jingshen drove the car himself, and the black Bentley appeared on the bustling streets of Los Angeles at around 4 pm, followed by a car of Feng Ling and the others.

Until six o'clock, the winter days were too short and the sky was dark, and we arrived at the XI base.

Ji Nuan didn't expect that he would be able to visit the base as soon as he was discharged from the hospital. After Mo Jingshen arrived, Nan Heng was talking to people inside. When he came out, his expression was not as casual as usual. He gave Ji Nuan and Feng Ling a solemn look, and then said Went in for a private chat with Mo Jingshen. This is already a very private place in the XI base. Ji Nuan was careful not to go in, but Feng Ling and Ah K took her around to other places.

When visiting the shooting range and some training areas for melee combat, Ji Nuan looked at the young men who were still training in such cold weather, and then turned to Feng Ling, who was always dressed in black: "You used to every day. Is that the case too?"

Feng Ling glanced over there and nodded.