Chapter 391

When she hurriedly ran over with her mobile phone, she saw Yang Yilin, who was falling on the carpet and twitching.

Sun Zhenzhen was frightened by his squint and spitting at the mouth.

She quickly climbed over and squatted down. "Hello, are you ok?"

Someone's body is still full of drama spirit, and he continues to convulse for two times.

Sun Zhenzhen is afraid that he will die here. He grabs the cell phone she is still on the ground and wants to call 120.

"water... Water... Water"

the number hasn't been dialed out yet. Yang Yilin, lying on the ground, shouts faintly.

Sun Zhenzhen didn't know that he was pretending, so when he heard his voice, his subconscious action was to take the light of his mobile phone to shine on him.

"Are you ok?" Sun Zhenzhen's face turned white. Even if she was brave enough, she would be scared to death.

"Water... Water... Water... Yang Yilin continued to install.

Sun Zhenzhen hears the sound and immediately rushes to carry the water. She runs too fast. Her knee accidentally hits the corner of the tea table. She takes a breath of cold air in pain and continues to get up and go to the restaurant.

And lying on the carpet, someone's mouth tilted triumphantly, showing a conspiracy to succeed.

But when hearing sun Zhenzhen's footsteps coming back, he immediately recovered his squinting eyes, looking weak.

"Here comes the water." Sun Zhenzhen squatted down, one hand to help his brain, one hand carefully holding the cup will warm water into his mouth.

Sun Zhenzhen was only wearing a silk nightdress, so Yang Yilin's eyes suddenly brightened when he raised his upper body.

So I don't even know how warm water gets into his mouth.

"Is it better?" Sun Zhenzhen doesn't notice where Yang Yilin's eyes are. Is he kind enough to ask him how he is?

Hearing sun Zhenzhen's voice, Yang Yilin came back to his senses, pretended to cough for a few times, and said weakly, "OK, much better."

Sun Zhenzhen put the water cup on the tea table and tugged at him with difficulty, "I'll help you up."

Yang Yilin pretends to cooperate and stares at the eyes inside but doesn't mean to leave.

So when sun Zhenzhen took great pains to help him to the sofa, he stumbled under his feet, and sun Zhenzhen, who had been shaking, fell on him unsteadily, and Yang's face was exactly the same.

"Um ~!" He took a hard breath, and the cheap expression seemed to suck all the fragrance from her into her nose.

Sun Zhenzhen, however, was totally stupid. He was tickled by someone's nose and was embarrassed from the beginning to the bottom of his feet.

"Ah ah!" When she responded and screamed, she had been seen and touched by people.

Sun Zhen's face was purple. He grabbed the pillow in the sofa and threw it on Yang Yilin's face. "You stinking rascal, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Yang Yilin holds his head to avoid, "misunderstandings, misunderstandings, are all misunderstandings."

"What can be misunderstood, I think you mean it." Sun Zhenzhen is so amazing. He has seen his body for 24 years, and he has... Thought about it, and she is sick.

"I didn't mean it. It's dark. You fell into my arms carelessly. How did you become a hooligan?"

Yang Yilin grabbed the pillow in her hand, peering pitifully, and explained.