Long Xiaoqi was almost crying, and it was difficult for him to move.?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      �

It was cold and cold, so Long Xiaoqi became soft and wilted...

"You are a patient now, I am a doctor. You must listen to me unconditionally, do you understand?" Monica said with a serious look on her face: "If you don't listen to me, then I will always have a way to deal with you."

Monica put the scalpel in the knife box, and the look she looked at Long Xiaoqi as if the teacher was treating elementary school students.

"Cooperate...cooperate...unconditional cooperation..." Long Xiaoqi, who was biting the cigarette, nodded helplessly.

Monica still had a serious face. She was looking at the man's cheeks seriously. Because she dreamed about this man almost every day, the clearest thing was the movement of holding a cigarette, followed by the tyrannical arrogance. But no matter how she dreamed, she didn't see the man's face clearly in the dream, and it was always blurred.

But now she remembered it because there was a scar on the man's face that made her heart tremble.

"What are you looking at?" Long Xiaoqi asked.

"No smoking is allowed from today." Monica took off the cigarette from Long Xiaoqi's mouth.

Long Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment and nodded helplessly.

"And, thank you."

Monica leaned over and kissed Long Xiaoqi deeply on his lips.

Long Xiaoqi was stunned and a little at a loss. Although he was no longer a rookie, the problem was that he was suddenly kissed by such a sexy and beautiful female doctor.

"I left too quickly at that time and forgot to thank you. Now I'm making up for it." Monica's cheeks were a little red, but she still smiled generously: "Recover well. During the period when you were recuperating, you have to listen to me, do you understand?"

Long Xiaoqi nodded, but looked at the half-piece of cigarette butt.

Monica smiled, picked up half of the cigarette butt and stuffed it into his mouth. Under Long Xiaoqi's completely puzzled gaze, he turned around and left the room and started cooking.

"It hurts lightly." Long Xiaoqi spit out two words.

He really never thought that he would meet Monica rescued from an African mission. He had already forgotten everything, but suddenly he appeared magically and then magically brought him to Rotterdam to help him heal.

"Good people will be rewarded, well, that's right."

Long Xiaoqi finished smoking a cigarette comfortably, then focused on the decorations of this room and tried to divert his attention so that the injuries on his body would not hurt so much.

The house is not big, but it is very beautifully decorated, and there is no rigidity that the doctor should have.

The light blue color is the style, and plush toys are placed in many places, which proves that Dr. Monica's character is the same as a little girl. However, this little girl is really not simple. She is brave and knowledgeable, and can run to the war-torn area for medical support.

There is no doubt that this is a girl with hope and love in her heart, very good.

There is also an easel in one corner of the window, with an unfinished sketch of characters on it.

Long Xiaoqi was interested in this character sketch because the upper body he drew was wearing a jungle combat uniform, although he had no head. He felt that this jungle combat uniform was a bit familiar, as if it was the standard clothing worn by the United Nations for missions, and he also wore it through.

But the drawing is a bit unsuitable. Although it looks like it, many things are not taken into account. For example, the proportion of the person's upper body is not clear. If one head is added, the proportion of the whole sketch on the paper will become less coordinated.

"It's time to eat." Monica's voice came.

Hearing this sentence, Long Xiaoqi immediately smelled a scent, and his eyes instantly showed an incredible expression: "Scrambled eggs with tomatoes? Braised pork ribs? Seaweed egg soup?!"

It's amazing, how could Monica make authentic Chinese food?

Monica enjoyed Long Xiaoqi's surprise very much, and her clear eyes were smiling with bright light.

"My father likes to eat, so I learned it." Monica put the dish beside the bed, pointed to her pupils and smiled at Long Xiaoqi: "Look at my pupils carefully."

Monica posted very close, letting Long Xiaoqi look at her pupils.

But Long Xiaoqi was a little absent-minded because he was squeezed by Monica's chest, and there was a faint fragrance coming from this beautiful girl's body. This was not perfume, but body fragrance.

A Westerner has the body fragrance of an Oriental person... This is almost abnormal unless she has eaten Chinese food since she was a child.

But her pupils were really a little problem. The surroundings were light blue, but the middle was black, just like a dazzling gem.

"Actually, I am a mixed-race person. My father is Chinese and my mother is Irish. How about it? Didn't you think of it?" Monica continued with a smile: "And I can speak Chinese and I am very skilled."

Long Xiaoqi really didn't expect this. It was not until Monica told him that she suddenly felt that there was such a shadow.

"Okay, let's have a meal."

Monica picked up the spoon and started feeding Long Xiaoqi.

She was very careful, so careful that Long Xiaoqi felt it was a torment for every bite. Because he was just a rough person, he was really not used to being fed spoon by spoon.

But Monica was so patient, so Long Xiaoqi was patient and had a meal. No matter what, he saved himself, and he still owe a favor.

"What happened to you?" After feeding Long Xiaoqi, Monica sat beside the bed and asked.

"Haha, normal things." Long Xiaoqi smiled and said, "These things have nothing to do with you, so don't ask again."

"I know, it must be a vendetta." Monica blinked, frowned and whispered, "Actually... Actually... I know you are being chased by the mafia, if..."

"Oh, you know the mafia too? Hahaha..."

Long Xiaoqi is happy.

"If I said my father was the godfather of the gangster, would you look down on me?" Monica suddenly looked serious.

"What, your father is the godfather of the gang? It's not Zach, right?" Long Xiaoqi's eyes widened.

Monica curled her lips, looking disdainful, but soon turned into worry.

"I know you are a soldier, so...my father is the godfather of the gangster. Will you look down on me?" Monica stared into Long Xiaoqi's eyes and said anxiously: "But I promise, I am not a gangster, I am a doctor. I bought everything in this house and everything in the house by myself."

Long Xiaoqi shook his head.

Seeing Long Xiaoqi shaking his head, Monica suddenly smiled brightly.

"Well, I will let my father solve the problem of the mafia. Just rest assured to recover from the injury."

"you……"

"No need to say anything, I didn't say anything when you saved me."
Chapter completed!