Chapter 1300 Watching with my own eyes my right hand dropped to my side

"Remember to add eggs and beef. She's pregnant. Turn up the air conditioning temperature."

The nurse wrote them down one by one, thinking that this was too thoughtful, "Don't worry, Mr. Jue, we will take good care of that lady."

Mo Nanjue turned his head back, still facing the window, "Go out."

The nurse hesitated for a moment, then took out a bag of sterilized ice packs from her pocket, bent down and placed it on the table, "Master Jue, this is very effective in fading palm prints."

The man didn't look back, and the nurse didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

Mo Nanjue held the window edge with both hands and looked out, only to see the bustling scene. When he looked away and turned around, he saw the ice pack on the table.

The corners of his mouth curled up in self-mockery, and the slap marks on his face were obvious without even looking at them, and they were burning and painful.

Being beaten at home when he was a child was not enough. When his wife grew up, he would continue to beat her. Mo Nanjue thought, had he really spoiled her?

He would give her whatever she wanted, no matter how much trouble she wanted. Maybe to her, he was like a person who would never leave, because she expected that he would never leave, so she was so unscrupulous.

Who said that you can be confident even if you are favored?

Tong Ran was like this towards him, she was confident and confident. She had always been like this before. She never concealed her feelings for Luo Xiao in front of him because she didn't care whether he was in pain or not.

And now, she doesn't hide it, because she thinks it doesn't matter if he is in pain.

What relationship could it have?

Because he is Mo Nanjue, he is not Luo Xiao or Luo Tingsong. In Tong Ran's heart, he may not even be comparable to Han Qingqing.

The man's eyes dimmed a little, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, yes, but damn, he just couldn't shake that look off his face and told her, OK, Tong Ran, we're done.

If this were the case, Mo Nanjue would feel pain just thinking about it, let alone saying it out loud. If the day came when he really said this, he would definitely die.

Mo Nanjue took his eyes away from the ice pack, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. This suite belonged to Chen An, so he knew the layout very well.

Mo Nanjue reached out and pushed open the bathroom door.

As soon as his fingers touched the handle, he suddenly stiffened, and then his whole arm went limp, as if the nerves had been pulled and then released. In just a few seconds, his right hand lost all strength.

He lowered his head and watched with his own eyes as his right hand dropped back to his side.

Mo Nanjue frowned and wanted to raise his eyebrows again, but found that it was impossible.

This time it was even worse than last time. He couldn't even curl his fingertips. Mo Nanjue stretched out his left hand to hold his right hand, and even the feeling of being held was lost.

The man's eyes deepened and he stared at his right hand. If it was an accident last time, what is it this time?

Second accident?

Mo Nanjue clenched his left hand into a fist, feeling even more upset. A picture flashed through his mind, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a large haze formed in the corners of his eyes.

Could it be...

Mo Nanjue stood still. After about twenty minutes, his right hand showed no signs of recovery. Instead, his shoulder and shoulder were sore and numb.

He lost his patience.

There were tiles all around the bathroom door. Mo Nanjue looked up, took his right hand and swung it hard!

boom--

The arm collided with the tiles. Under the huge stimulation, the sound of the joints rubbing could even be heard. Mo Nanjue reluctantly took back his right hand, opened his fingers slightly, and found that he could make a fist normally.

He pursed his thin lips, pushed the door open and entered the bathroom without another glance.
Chapter completed!