Chapter 62 You Are My Fiancé, Why Are You Reserved

Lu Mo's heart skipped a beat, his face became hot, and he hurriedly turned his head away. This girl's eyes were too seductive, but he was even more annoyed at his worsening concentration. Concentration, do not know where to go.

No... He has to practice again, he can't be disturbed so easily anymore!

"Speak well!" Lu Mo snorted coldly.

Ye Qingqing glanced at Lu Mo's blushing face, and couldn't help snickering, even more joy in his heart.

It's not that this big ice cube has no interest in her at all. It's still interesting to be shy, um... keep up the good work!

"Where did I not talk properly? That's how I talk..."

Ye Qingqing got closer again and looked at Lu Mo eagerly, the girl's fragrance on his body penetrated into Lu Mo's nose one by one, and his face became even hotter.

Lu Mo pushed the wheelchair and took a few steps back, away from Ye Qingqing, before he calmed down and said angrily, "Girls must be reserved!"

"You're my fiancé, why are you reserved." Ye Qingqing sneered at Lu Mo, who had an indifferent face. Hmph, sooner or later, she will let Lu Mo break in front of her!

At that time, I will see if this guy will tell her to be reserved!

"It's just a verbal marriage contract, it has no legal effect!" Lu Mo explained the facts coldly.

"Anyway, I just want to marry you. If you don't marry me, I'll go to the gate of the compound and put up a big-character poster, saying that you, Lu Mo, have always been a mess, and you're a modern Chen Shimei!" Ye Qingqing snorted softly and simply started playing. Rogue.

Lu Mo glared at her angrily, but there was a burst of warmth in his heart, he forced himself to ignore the warmth, and said coldly: "I am disabled and can't stand up for the rest of my life, you don't have to be sympathetic to you. Keep your promise!"

Ye Qingqing squatted down and looked at him solemnly, "Lu Mo, I like you, that's why I marry you!"

Lu Moxin jumped violently, not daring to look at Ye Qingqing, turned his head, and muttered: "I don't like you, and I don't want to marry you!"

Ye Qingqing was not discouraged at all, because she found out that Lu Mo just didn't want to hurt her, so he said these cruel words. As long as she cured Lu Mo's leg, this guy might beg her to marry him!

"Lu Mo, I have a way to heal your leg!" Ye Qingqing said back to the original story.

Although it was interesting to tease Lu Mo, the top priority was to treat his legs.

Lu Mo's heart skipped a beat and looked at her in disbelief. Even the top experts in the country said that his leg was difficult to heal. How could this girl actually say it's okay?

Although he couldn't believe it, Lu Mo still had a little confidence, "How to treat it?"

Ye Qingqing was very satisfied with his cooperation, "Let me check your legs first!"

As she spoke, she picked up Lu Mo's trouser legs. The two pale, cold and weak calves appeared in front of her, with ugly scars, densely packed, with almost no good flesh.

It is said that Lu Mo stayed behind because he was protecting his comrades from leaving, fighting dozens of enemies with one person. His legs were injured by artillery shells, and the number of fragments of shrapnel taken out from his legs were innumerable.

"Does it still hurt?" Ye Qingqing gently stroked the scar and couldn't help but ask.

Lu Mo was stunned for a moment, the pity in Ye Qingqing's eyes was too obvious, his heart beat again, and he turned his head awkwardly, "The nerve is broken, it doesn't hurt."

Even if he stabbed his leg with a knife, he couldn't feel it.

Ye Qingqing pinched Lu Mo's calf in the east and west, and from time to time, he was good at judging the size, like a tailor making clothes. The more Lu Mo looked at it, the more he felt that this girl was fooling him, but he really thought there was a way!

"Don't look!" Lu Mo put down his trouser legs and turned back to his indifferent face again.