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Chapter 820

Chapter 820

Yu Wenhao only thought she was joking, medical school? What the hell? Does it teach people to learn medicine? As for her medical skills, no one here can learn them because they don’t have those things.

Yuan Qingling is very serious.

This idea was not new to her now. She came up with this idea when she went to the street with him, saw a long queue at the door of the medical center, and asked about the current medical system.

However, at that time, the idea was just an idea. After all, putting it into reality requires money, manpower, material resources, publicity, etc.

After changing clothes, Yuan Qing Ling said: "Today Princess Ji said that she can help you ascend to the position of crown prince."

Yu Wenhao raised his head slightly, "This is not the first time she has said this."

"So, what do you think?" Yuan Qingling sat down in front of the dressing table and put on makeup and powder by herself. When she was alone in the room with Lao Wu, she rarely needed anyone to come in and take care of her.

Yu Wenhao hugged her behind and said, "What do you think?"

"She has a wide network of contacts. If she can win her over, it will really be good for you. Of course, this is based on the premise that you said you wanted to compete for her before. Do you still have this intention?"

Yu Wenhao went around to draw her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were in good shape and they were perfect with just one or two strokes.

"I don't know, I'm very conflicted in my heart. I'm not interested in that person, but I don't want to be suppressed like this all the time."

Yuan Qing snorted, "So, actually you don't reject it?"

Yu Wenhao put down Luo Dai and arranged her clothes. He pressed his big hand on her chest to avoid her question, "It's wrinkled here."

Yuan Qingling looked at him, speechless, "My wife, are you always looking for opportunities to take advantage of me?"

Yu Wenhao was extremely aggrieved, "If you don't take advantage of me, you won't let me touch you now. If I touch you at night, you think what will happen to me. You just keep hiding. I just touch you."

"It hurts!" Yuan Qingling stretched out her hand and pressed it. Recently, it had swollen so much that it hurt even with the slightest pressure, not to mention using force.

Yu Wenhao groaned and said in shock: "Will it hurt? What's going on? Pull away quickly and I'll help you take a look."

As he said that, he reached out his hand.

Yuan Qingling pushed his hand away, "Don't be frivolous, the pain is normal."

"Is it really normal?" Yu Wenhao said in a long voice, somewhat unwillingly, "But I think it's good to check it out."

Yuan Qing rolled her eyes at him, "Are you done yet? Do you want to leave?"

Yu Wenhao said: "I'm definitely leaving. I'm not in a hurry. That's why I posted the post. Lao Yuan, let me ask you something."

Yuan Qingling walked over to get some water and said, "Ask me, what's going on?"

Yu Wenhao came over with a look of confusion on his face, "Are you ever going to sit there quietly and do nothing, and the picture of us together will appear in your mind?"

Yuan Qingling squirted out a mouthful of water and looked back at him, "What do you mean?"

Yu Wenhao's eyes were as dark as black, and he looked at her slightly biting her lips that left traces of her teeth, "Even if I always think of those, our memory is not just about the time in bed, there are many other things, but my brain just can't

Just do as you please, keep thinking about those things, and the more you think about them, the more uncomfortable you become."

Yuan Qingling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You...don't even think about making a mess."

"Why is it called a mess?" Yu Wenhao's handsome face was a little unhappy, "It feels so comfortable to think about it, and my heart is filled with sweetness."

"Don't you mean it's uncomfortable?" Yuan Qingling sneered.

"It's okay. Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's a good thing to have three pregnancies at once. At least, in the next few years, we won't need to suffer these tortures anymore. I'm fine myself. I can bear it, but I feel distressed.

Isn’t it uncomfortable if you don’t get what you want?”


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