Chapter 1977： Roll down the stairs

Now the popularity is gone!

Zhuang Xuejun just walked to the top of the stairs, and Han Luoqi behind him rushed up like a tiger.

Hearing the footsteps, you know how fast he walked, what if he hit her and hurt the child in his stomach.

Out of the instinct to protect the child, she moved her feet and quickly stepped aside.

Then, Han Luoqi, who rushed up behind him, was too strong and confiscated for a while, and rolled directly down the stairs.

Go down...

Bang bang bang...

He didn't stop until he fell to the corner of the stairs.

Zhuang Xuejun was startled by the scene before him, covering his mouth with both hands to shield the exclaim that was about to blur out.

She had never seen such a stupid person!

There are people in this world so stupid that they rush down the stairs!

He helped the stairs down and squatted beside Han Luoqi, "Are you okay?"

It's so risky.

"No...it's okay, fortunately you dodged...did away."

Zhuang Xuejun nodded, "Yes, fortunately I hide quickly."

The brakes couldn't be stopped, if she hadn't avoided just now, she would have been hit by the head!

That's it!

The actor Han Da wanted to cry without tears, he forgot that the door was at the top of the stairs, so he didn't stop the impulse.

Zhuang Xuejun poked his hand and leg with a finger, "Is it broken."

"No...nothing, but maybe a few more days off."

Damn, chasing a wife is too expensive!

First, I was beaten by my wife's best friend, and then I got a headshot in an ashtray this morning, and now it is even worse, rolling down the stairs directly.

So next time you want to jump downstairs?

It's scary to think about it.

"Are you sure it's okay." Zhuang Xuejun was still worried, looking very serious, and still couldn't get up.

"Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

"No, I didn't break my hands, my feet, or my head. It's just a little dizzy. My wife helped me up."

Zhuang Xuejun hesitated, "I am not your wife."

"Oh, it hurts. I was injured internally. You still care about a title with me. Where is my conscience!"

Zhuang Xuejun, "..."

Does this have anything to do with conscience?

Forget the injured.

She held Han Luoqi's arm, before he tried hard, he stood up.

Zhuang Xuejun, "..."

I was just about to ask him if he couldn't get up after falling from an internal injury. Before he could say anything, Han Luoqi had already wrapped her neck with both hands and was hanging on her body.

It's not so much hanging, it's better to be next to each other, he just circled her, but the weight was not on her.

Han Luoqi put his head against her shoulder, rubbing contentedly like a large pet dog, "My wife, you are so kind."

She has one in her belly now, and he dare not really let her help.

But a hug is still fine.

Zhuang Xuejun was speechless and took him upstairs. He wanted to take him to the guest room, but since he was seriously injured this morning, let him sleep in the master bedroom.

"If you feel uncomfortable, remember to call an ambulance."

"Why didn't you call you?" Han Luoqi looked at her blankly.

Isn't it all on TV? The husband was injured, and then at the last moment the wife rushed back, confessed the last words, and then died.

"Why are you calling me? I'm not a doctor. Call me to help you collect the body."

Han Luoqi held back for a long time before squeezing out, "I can call you, and then you can call an ambulance for me."

Zhuang Xuejun took a deep breath, "..."

Who will take this second item away!