Chapter 217

wrist

Han Xiaoye originally rippling to death, but look at his posture of mountain rain, rippling also takes back the little heart.

Back to the hotel suite, Fu Zhiyan took out the medicine box from the drawer. Expertly open disinfectant alcohol, pursed thin lips, face smelly to ice.

"Come and sit by the bed."

Han Xiaoye curled his mouth and sat down beside the bed. He was a little worried and told, "little uncle, be light."

I didn't feel it when I was fighting. Now I feel the burning pain on my face and neck. Especially when I was scratched by Ji Shuya's nails, I feel that my skin and flesh are all blooming. Damn it, it won't be disfigured, will it?

flower

The red mark on the left face near the neck is broken, especially red and swollen. I don't know if it will leave a scar. If there's a scar

Han Xiaoye immediately blocked his heart, touched the wound on his left face, pulled his mouth, and asked cautiously, "little uncle, what do you think of Lin Chong of outlaws of the Marsh?"

In front of Ji Shuya, of course, he wants to defend her, but in fact, Fu Zhiyan is so angry that he wants to beat her up.

Fight to make himself look like this even if it's OK to talk with him! I was so angry that I wanted to shoot her. Can see her scarred face, and can't stop heartache, Fu Zhiyan black face, the alcohol poured on the cotton swab, "not much."

man What a great hero, handsome and stylish. The point is that man has exploded, and.... "

Fu Zhiyan rubbed the cotton swab on her wound, and the person who spoke suddenly showed his teeth. His face was cold and expressionless, but the movement on his hand was a little lighter, "say the point."

Han Xiaoye can't take care of the pain on his face. His uneasy eyes aim around him, but he doesn't dare to look at him. His momentum suddenly weakens. "If, I mean, if I become a female version of Lin Chong, will you empathize with him?"

Lin Chong's face is branded because of her punishment. If she is disfigured and scarred, isn't she the female version of Lin Chong?

man You must be in love with my connotation, just with me. man

"... what do you mean by fighting?"

It's ironic.

bang for your buck If it's really scarred, it's a big deal. You turn off the light when you do it at night, so you can't see it? "

As soon as the words fell, there was a sharp pain in the neck.

man But her careful thought had already been expected, left hand buckle on her waist, Leng is to press her on the bed.

Fu Zhiyan is condescending. From the bottom, his face looks better. I haven't seen him for several days. Han Xiaoye stares at him greedily.

The beating of the heart

Damn it, no dancing!

But the heart is not obedient, the faster it jumps.

Yes, especially.

Even if he kicked her to Qin Fang and threw her to C University, he would not say he loved her. She is like to death, like all can be ignored.

Sometimes she would think, why can one like another so much?

Later, I thought that this is what the old people used to say, one radish, one pit. Fu Zhiyan is a pit. She is the radish who fell into the pit foolishly. It's just that this pit is bigger than other pits. If you plant it, you can't climb out.

"Ono." pharynx

"Well?"

It is said that looking down from a commanding point of view can magnify many shortcomings of the people below.

jowls

"From today on, no chili, no fish, no seafood, no soy sauce, no vinegar, no ginger. When will the wound on your face be completely healed, and when will the ban be lifted? "

pretty Like the eggplant beaten by frost, she said, "what if it's not good?"

"Korean air tickets."

"..." shit! Say good don't look at the face, love connotation?!

As if seeing through her heart, Fu Zhiyan narrowed her Phoenix eyes and said calmly, "I think my eyesight is very good. At night, it's only less than ten centimeters away, so I can't be blind."

He is not blind. It's useless to turn off the light?

Han Xiaoye couldn't help blurting out what he said from the bottom of his heart, "what if I accidentally disfigure my face next time?"

flower

"Bang Dang", Han Xiaoye heard the voice of heartbreak.

Fu Zhiyan pulled up the man lying on the bed pretending to be dead, re drugged her, and pasted her wound with a bandage.

I just picked up the medicine box and put it away.

Then call the hotel to send some porridge.

After all this, when I go back to my bedroom, the people on the bed are already asleep.

His gloomy face softened and helped her to pull the quilt. Standing on one side to see for a while, eyes fell from the sleeping girl's face to the side of the bag.

He pursed his thin lips into a straight line, pondered for a moment, bent down and opened his bag.

Small bag inside a lot of things in a mess, a look is Han Xiaoye's character.

He took out the box she had hidden in the coffee shop and bowed his head.

Suddenly, his slender hand squeezed the box tightly, suddenly turned his head and looked at the sleeping person on the bed.

——Hooligan's pregnant?!

She's pregnant?!

Feng Mou, who has always been cool and calm, is always in turmoil because of shock. It took a long time for him to return to silence. It was hard to see whether he was happy or unhappy. But it was only one second, and the next, the fury swept through his chest. Fu Zhiyan's face was livid with anger——

blamed! Knowing that she might be pregnant, she even went to fight with Ji Shuya?