Chapter 642

In the sofa.

Yang Yilin is injured, and the injured part is special. He even worries that he will not be happy in his life.

Sun Zhenzhen promises to hide ten feet away from him with pillow, and looks at him quietly with a proper expression on his face.

Who let him keep pressing her? She had to fight hard, but she didn't expect that her foot was a little heavy, and she also hit his important part in every way.

Now looking at his beautiful face with pain, her expression was distorted, and she was a little apologetic.

"Shall I send you to the hospital?" Sun Zhenzhen asked tentatively.

Yang Yilin, who has been protecting his key part, looks up at Sun Zhenzhen and says, "do you think I can go now?"

"Er... Sun is really embarrassed," then would you like to ask your doctor friend to come over and show it to you? "

Yang Yilin is more angry than before. He asked Brother Yun to come here and make it clear that he would come to see the joke?

He doesn't want it!

"What shall I ask you?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, sun Zhenzhen couldn't help urging that the treatment should be earlier. In case of any problems after the delay of the illness, she would really become a sinner. After all, she would have to inherit the family for the Yang family.

"Ask what, go back to your house!" At the moment, Yang Yilin is very angry.

But think about the transposition. Who is it now? It's painful and restless. A woman will be very embarrassed when she looks around?

Sun Zhenzhen didn't know what he thought, so when he heard his yelling, he shook his face directly, "hum, a good heart is like a donkey's liver and lung. It's good to die!"

Leaving this sentence behind, sun Zhenzhen turned back to his bedroom. He was full anyway, so he didn't care about him and let him die.

The door of the bedroom closes, Yang Yilin, who is sitting in the sofa, immediately shows a painful expression, then covers his injured part and twists in the sofa, trying to relieve some pain.

It's grade 10 pain for a woman to have a baby. It seems that the pain index of a man's part can reach grade 20.

It really hurts!

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in the room.

Sun Zhenzhen was lying on his big bed, but he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

I took out my mobile phone and brushed the news. I was totally absent-minded. My eyes were on the screen of my mobile phone, but I didn't know where I had gone.

Dazed for a while, simply throw away the mobile phone from the bed, wondering whether to go out to see him.

Hesitated again and again, she went to the bedroom door, gently pressed the door lock, and then pushed the door open.

Cautiously probe out and ask: "that... Really don't need to go to the hospital?"

Her sudden voice startled Yang Yilin, who was sitting in the sofa wriggling. She seemed to pull up her pants, and then stared at her with a horrific look. She was very angry: "I said no, you are not bored. Go back to sleep."

She was a kind-hearted, but somehow was roared, naturally no good face, "who cares about you, dead deserve it!"

Looking at her angry back, Yang Yilin breathed a sigh of relief. Ma'am, it's a shame that she didn't come to the living room.

Deep breath, he pitifully looked down at the wounded little brother, lying in the sofa obediently, hoping that it would not affect his combat effectiveness, otherwise, what's the meaning of his life.