Spit the stomach and come out, spit into the throat and get hot and painful.
Gu Yu is a man, he can't understand this kind of suffering.
But he was very distressed by Song. He held Song Wushou because he was not well fed by pregnancy and lost a lot of face. He condensed her: "You have nothing to eat?"
Song Wuxi shook his head and shook his head: "In these two days, even fruits and vegetables don't want to eat."
"I don't want to eat, especially fruits and vegetables, as well as meat..."
Originally, I was looking for an excuse to say that I was dizzy and let Gu Yu stop his bath.
But listening to him mentioning the meat, really nausea.
Plus foot injury, high fever, body weakness.
When the stomach is reversed, there is a thing that rushes out along the esophagus.
"Vool..." Song Worry quickly hugged his mouth and rushed to the toilet.
"..." Gu Yu looked at her distressedly, heard the vomiting sound coming from inside, his heart, a tight one.
He got up and walked over.
Into the toilet, Song Wuzhan stood in front of the sink and spit.
She doesn't eat much, but she can't seem to spit.
Gu Yu gently patted her back, Shen Sheng: "Wife, hard work for you."
After Song Wu’s spit, he turned on the faucet and washed his face.
Looking up, looking at myself in the mirror, hey, hey.
The gaze moved down, and the button on the chest was opened, revealing a good spring.
Her face slammed and quickly buckled.
Gu Yu reached over and touched her forehead.
He was relieved to test her normal temperature.
He looked at her prudently. "What do you want to eat now?"
"Spicy sauerkraut, or super spicy radish to send porridge."
Gu Yanmei picked one: "What are these?"
......
......
Huang Ling did not plan to work this evening.
She wants to stay at the hotel tonight.
She returned to the bar and was looking for a manager to take time off.
But when I first arrived at the bar, I was stopped by a man.
Huang Ling looked up and looked at him: "Mobson?"
Mobson smiled on his face, holding a bag in his hands and handing it to her: "The careless woman, even the bag is falling on me."
He looked down and glanced at her feet.
She wore a pair of white shoes, and Mobson raised her eyebrows. "A cold day, a pair of white shoes, can you keep warm?"
The man looked up and looked at her curiously: "You didn't wear your shoes today, go home barefoot?"
"Do not barefoot, is there anyone else to send me shoes?" Huang Ling took the bag, "Thank you, send me in person."
"Ming knows that the bag has not been worn, why not return?" Mo Poson looked at Huang Ling.
Huang Ling shrugged helplessly. "Whoever made me so afraid of death."
Mobson raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
"I am afraid that you will kill me."
"Why am I going to kill you?"
"I said bad things about the woman you like, your face is very gloomy, I am so scared, how fast I can slip."
"Haha..." Mobson heard and smiled. "You, this woman, not only talks about her bad things, but also doubts my character."
"I want to correct now. I am telling the truth, not the right and wrong. It is not bad. You are deceiving yourself and not acknowledging it." Huang Ling snorted. "We are not very familiar. I know you." What is the character? But..."
Huang Ling patted her own bag. "I can send the bag back to me, indicating that you are a very good person and worthy of deep contact."
“What does deep communication mean? Communication?”
"You really want to be beautiful, I will not associate with you." Huang Ling made a murderous gesture in front of her neck. "I am afraid of being jealous."