"You dream, even if I die, I will never forget Feng Xun, and I will never lose my love for him..." at the beginning of the summer, the seventh side turned his head, moved his body to the side, avoided his breath, sneered and replied: "you can't do it before, you can't do it later, you don't waste your efforts!"
Hearing that "wasted effort", Pedro frowned slightly, shrugged his shoulders and said in a low voice: "it's not a waste of a good double of mine. I've trained so well, and I've got a face lift to look like you. I've sent it to you and Feng Xun, and I'm on the verge of success in the end..."
On the seventh day of the summer, hearing his strange pronunciation, he couldn't help glancing at him and asked, "where did you learn these words?"
"You probably don't know. Some time ago, I specially invited a Chinese teacher to make up lessons for me and let me learn your Chinese culture well."
Pedro said with a smile: "I know my culture is not enough, so I am trying to catch up with you. At least when I am scolded by you in the future, I can understand what you are scolding me!"
"Pedro, are you sick?" On the seventh day of the summer, he was about to laugh angrily. He shook his head and looked at him in disbelief. I can't believe that this big old man really learned what Chinese culture was for her?
"Yes, I think I'm sick, too. I'm very sick..." Pedro took her words, nodded, covered his chest, and sighed in a low voice: "although the wound here has healed, it always hurts when it rains. He always reminds me that the bullet is not in vain. If I don't get you, what I did before is a waste!"
When Pedro said this, he pressed Xia's shoulder, looked at her with burning eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "just now you reminded me that since what I have done to prove my patience is just a waste of effort, then I should not continue to delay..."
At the beginning of the summer, seven pairs of his burning eyes shivered. Subconsciously, he shrunk his neck and stared at him warily: "what do you... What do you want to do?"
"Since you say you can't forget Feng Xun and you can't follow me willingly, why should I continue to do more to move your heart?"
Pedro here, a pull open his collar, and then a hand on the back of her head, will she tightly shrouded in his shadow, a hand toward the direction of her pajamas.
"I can't move your heart, so I'd better go to sleep first. Maybe I can use another way..." Pedro said, abruptly pulling open her collar and whispering in her ear, "for example, sleeping suit you!"
"Pedro, you're crazy --" the seventh day of the summer, staring in horror, crazily put his free hand against his leaning body, and kicked him with one foot, but he pressed it down and couldn't move.
Her struggle also made Pedro's eyes a little bit red. He didn't want to continue to endure. No matter whether Feng Xun was dead or alive, he didn't want to endure so much
Seeing that his coat had been torn to pieces by his big hand, he suddenly pulled on the seventh day of the summer and pulled down the needle hanger. With a bang, the needle bottle fell to the ground, and the liquid inside was scattered all over the place
On the seventh day of the summer, the needles on her right hand were all torn off by her in the struggle, and the blood trickled down the back of her hand on the white quilt and sheets, which made Pedro calm for a while.
Looking at her startled and angry appearance and the bloodstain on the quilt on her hand, Pedro frowned and rubbed her temple. She just felt that she was a monster in her eyes
"Little mute -" Pedro stopped and tried to reach out to pull her up. On the seventh day of the summer, he held the needle he had pulled out, pointed directly at him and sternly warned, "don't come here, or I'll blind your eyes with the needle. Even if I die with you, I won't let you succeed!"
Pedro shook his head, slowly got up, opened the wardrobe, took out a clean shirt, threw it in front of her, and whispered: "put on your clothes first, be careful of catching cold..."
Early summer seven stare at him vigilantly, don't understand how he suddenly changed, as if just all is a farce.
"I won't move you, you put on your clothes first..." Pedro saw that her face was still alert, and her tone became more gentle: "I'll let someone come in and change the blood sheets first, and the floor will be cleaned up. You change your clothes and I'll open the door again!"
On the seventh day of the summer, he quickly picked up the shirt and put it on as fast as he could. However, he accidentally took it to the bleeding wound on the back of his hand and took a breath of cold air.
When Pedro saw this, he could not help knocking on his head. He wanted to help her hold the wound, but he saw that she stepped back again, picked up the needle to warn him not to come near. He only sighed helplessly, turned to open the door, and wanted to ask Ricky to bring the medicine box.
However, Pedro just opened the door and found that Lacey was standing outside with millet porridge. His face was still a little tangled. As soon as he saw the door open, he said in a low voice: "boss, millet porridge is ready..."
"How long have you been standing outside?" Pedro asked coldly.
"Didn't stand too long..." Lacey lowered her head, didn't dare to look directly at her boss's cold eyes, and carefully replied: "boss, I'm sorry, I just heard the movement inside at the door, I don't know whether to disturb, so I didn't dare to knock on the door all the time..."
Pedro answered with a light voice, but instead of scolding her, he said in a deep voice, "give me the millet porridge, and then bring me the medicine box!"
"Yes Lacey answered respectfully, handed the bowl of millet porridge to the boss, and turned to get the medicine box.
Pedro took this bowl of hot millet porridge and went to Xia's seventh day. Seeing that she was still far away from herself, he said in a low voice: "I'm sorry about what happened just now. I'm just on the impulse. If you haven't finished your nutrition injection, you'd better eat this bowl of millet porridge first and cushion your stomach..."
However, on the seventh day of the summer, he didn't feel that he was still in a state of shock, and he didn't want to sit over and take the bowl of millet porridge in his hand.
Pedro sat by the window, picked up a spoon, scooped a mouthful of millet porridge, put it on her lips and blew it. Then she fed it to her mouth. She gently advised, "take a few mouthfuls first. You haven't eaten anything since you wake up. You can't stand it..."
At the beginning of the summer, he looked at him with his eyes cold and slightly mocking, but he didn't open his mouth.