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Chapter 900 Your thoughts should be brushed with a toilet cleaner

The sound of water quickly sounded a harmonious ensemble of men and women in the bathroom. Zhao Jian used facts to explain what it means to go in and out horizontally.

She lay on the man, but she had no strength at all, but she stubbornly wanted to hold him like this.

"Ru Feng..." She called him weakly, and she really had no strength, but she didn't know that the man who was hooked was trembling.

"Hmm?" He used his five fingers to comb her hair.

But she refused to respond to him, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, like a little sloth.

Ji Rufeng knew that there must be a reason for her sudden change, but she didn't say it, and he didn't want to force her. He just indulged her and gave her dependence and joy.

In the end, the two fell asleep in a deep sleep, hugging each other and entangling each other.

When a beam of light from the morning light shone into the room, Zhao Jian opened his eyes and blinked. She could not delay Ji Rufeng forever.

The book says that 30-35 years old is the best time for men to have children. If he can't give him a child when he is 34 years old, then she will...

"What are you thinking? You're so trance early in the morning?" The man's voice was filled with a hint of dullness in his ears. He held her waist and pulled her off, and moved to the side to keep a distance from her.

She slept on him, and naturally understood his reaction. She felt soft and soft for a moment. She pillowed on his arms and didn't make trouble for him anymore, but said, "I miss you."

The man's body immediately stopped and looked at her with a faint light, "Isn't it enough, right? Did you flirt with me?"

The reason why he kept his distance from her was that he had tormented her last night and didn't want to tired her anymore in the morning.

Zhao Jian was speechless and simply lifted the quilt out of bed, "Master, you should use the toilet cleaning spirit to brush your mind."

Ji Rufeng: "..."

Did he misunderstand her?

The two stood in front of the same mirror and brushed their teeth and washed their faces. One went downstairs to clean up a little, the other made breakfast and used breakfast downstairs to part.

Zhao Jian is going to go to Yuwei today, so she has to chase the order.

Her cell phone rang as soon as the car stopped at Yuwei's door. The call was an unfamiliar number. As soon as the phone was connected, it turned out to be a familiar voice.

"Zhao Jian, I'm Du Yuqing. Yesterday your medical record was left in the hospital and the doctor found you but didn't find it. I took my own initiative to help you get it. Where are you? I'll off work today, so I'll send you the medical record to you."

Zhao Jian was stunned for a moment. In London, there were electronic medical records. No matter where she went, no matter which doctor she was, even if she had just a small cold, she could still find it on the medical records. However, Nanjiang was handwritten medical records. She might have been too hasty when she left the hospital yesterday and forgot to get the medical records.

However, she didn't want to have too much contact with Du Yuqing, so she said, "No, are you still in the hospital? I'll go to the hospital to find you."

Anyway, he could meet Zhao Jian, and Du Yuqing did not insist.

In less than half an hour, the car was parked at the door of the obstetrics and gynecology hospital. Du Yuqing was already waiting there, with a little tiredness in his eyes. However, when he saw Zhao Jian, he immediately laughed and came forward in a few steps.

"Have you had breakfast? If not, eat together?"

"Oh, thank you, but I've already eaten it."

Du Yuqing was slightly stunned and wanted to say something else. Zhao Jian had already stretched out his hand, "Where is my medical record?"
Chapter completed!
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