Chapter 1041

Gu Xiaoran buttoned up his shirt. He was at ease. He stood by the bed again and reached for the quilt.

Mo Qing lazily blocked her hand, "don't touch."

"No, I don't think so."

"If there's a fire, give it to me?" He took her hand and shoved it under the quilt, where it was as hard as iron, hotter than a soldering iron.

"Stop it. The doctor is coming."

"You don't have to go to bed, you don't have to worry about people coming." He pushed her little hand up, held it, moved it a few times, and half squinted comfortably.

Gu Xiaoran jerked his hand back.

"Hands are omnipotent. You work your hands and solve it by yourself."

"I'm a wounded man now. Do it myself. The wound will hurt."

Gu Xiaoran was so angry that his scoundrels had reached the level that no one could fight.

Why didn't it hurt when I ground her for half a night last night?

"Give me a leak, and I'll show you the wound."

He slumped on the bed with a lazy look, and he was beaten to death.

Gu Xiaoran took a deep breath.

Suddenly he smiles, "OK, I'll help you."

He looked at her with suspicion on his face. He didn't believe she would agree, but he couldn't help looking forward to it.

"But put on your pants before the doctor comes. It's too embarrassing." Gu Xiaoran lifted a corner of the quilt and put his trousers on his leg.

Mo Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. There was a ghost.

But the little hand that put on his pants rubbed the skin of his leg from time to time, which was very comfortable.

He didn't refuse.

However, when he got to the top, Gu Xiaoran suddenly grabbed his trouser waist and pulled it up for him.

The waist suddenly scraped over the prime minister, and the pain made him bow up, and the prime minister softened directly.

"It's done. The fire's gone."

Mo Qing raised her head and pointed to Gu Xiaoran, "do you want to be a widow?"

"I'm not married. What kind of widow am I?"

"You Good... " Mo Qing clenched her teeth, but could not refute her words.

"It's time to show me the wound." Gu Xiaoran reached for him and lay down.

"Let's go." Mo Qing has a stomach full of fire.

Gu Xiaoran turned and left.

"Where to?"

"Go home."

"Who wants you to go home?"

"You told me to go."

Mo Qing stares at her. He's so angry that his liver hurts. But now he's hurt. No matter how fierce he is, he's a paper tiger. There's nothing he can do about her.

Wait, wait, then deal with her.

At that time, don't let her cry for mercy, he is not Mo Qing.

Take a deep breath, bear it, lean back and lie down.

"Come back."

Gu Xiaoran Snickers. Tigers become sick cats. Now if you don't bully them, when will you bully them?

Back to the bed, remove the bandage from his body and expose the wound on his chest.

The wound has stopped bleeding. The shape of the wound is the same as that of the general shot wound, but there is a faint green black around the wound.

What is this?

Gu Xiaoran frowned.

Moqing's temperature has been very high, and it can't go down.

Will it have something to do with this strange circle of cyan and black?

Zhuo ran knocks on the door and comes in. He goes to the bedside, and his sight goes straight to Mo Qing's wound.

Gu Xiaoran asked: "Zhuo ran, have you ever seen such a gunshot wound?"

Zhuo ran shook his head, "I haven't seen it."

He grew up in Thailand. He grew up watching gunfights. He saw more gunshot wounds than colds.

But I've never seen a wound like this.

Zhuo ran took out the bullet from Mo Qing.

"Show me." Gu Xiaoran took the bullet from Zhuo Ran's hand.

On the surface, this particle warhead is nothing different, but there is a very strange smell on the bullet.

Very light, like mud with salty fish flavor.

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