Chapter 239： You poke you stamp, I let you poke

"It's really painful." Gu Yu looked at Song with no pity.

Song has no worries and said to Xu Jing: "Xu Jing, take the medicine box."

"……okay!"

Xu Jing seems to be rushing back to God, and quickly turned to take the medicine box.

Song Wuxiu sat down again, frowning slightly, blaming Gu Yu, "You don't know if you have any injuries? Still moving!"

Gu Yu looked at her innocently: "Who will you not feed me?"

"You..." Song Wuzhe was so arrogant.

She still likes him cold, and today his performance is like a little boy, a childish little boy.

Gu Yu spread his arms, his smile was obvious, and the perfect lip angle was high.

"Help me unlock the button." He said a rogue.

Song Wushou was originally trying to help him unbutton the button to see his wounds.

But when he touched his enchanting eyes, he took his hand back and slandered him: "You solve it yourself!"

"I hurt."

"The wound hurts, and it won't hurt both hands."

"It hurts, it hurts all over the body."

Watching him with a pitiful and funny expression, Song has no worries and wants to laugh.

She pulled her lips. "Gu Yu, you are getting shameless."

Gu Yu reached out and held her little hand. "That's because I care more about you."

Song’s worry-free heart moved a little, and he took it back. He looked at him with a look of fierceness. A fierce look said to him: "Isn’t it all the pain? What do you do with my hand? I don’t think you are hurt enough. I really want to. Poke with your **** at your wound!"

Gu Yu looked at her fierce and cute look, and smiled in a low mood.

Other women are fierce, really fierce, she is fierce, and there is actually a cool British atmosphere that can obey.

"You poke you, I will let you poke." Gu Yu also put his chest.

This way, the shirt is more bloody.

Song has no worries, "Don't make trouble!"

Is he not afraid of wound infection?

Gu Yu hooked his lips and smiled badly. "I didn't have trouble."

"Miss, give." Xu Jing took the medicine box and put it on the coffee table.

She glanced at Gu Yu, and she looked at the good-looking lips and looked at Song Wuwei gently. She smiled and didn't make a light bulb. She simply went into the kitchen to help Song Jie.

Gu Shao is getting better and better, oh~

"Sit well! I will help you undress!" Song Wuxi screamed at Gu Yu.

Gu Yu nodded: "Good."

He sat down on the sofa and looked at Song Wuyou with a faint look.

Song Wushou leaned forward and reached over, fearing to hurt his wounds and gently unbuttoning his buttons.

The face that is close at hand is getting white and pink.

The white peony is transparent, ruddy like a peach, so I want to take a bite.

Gu Yan looked at her intently and stared at her. Her long, curled eyelashes trembled with her blink of an eye, like an ink fan, and it looked great.

"Song has no worries." He whispered her name, and his voice was low.

The sound of his magnetic voice was heard in the ear, and the heart of Song’s worry-free heart was gently pulled, and he gently poked the deepest part of his heart, the softest part.

She lifted her eyes and glanced at him coolly. The look, how much she disliked, was more disgusting.

Gu Yu's lips, charming smile: "Why look at me with this kind of eyes?"

"You hate it."

"You love me who hates me."

"To shut up!"

"Song has no worries." The man couldn't help but call her name.

"You are really bored!"