Chapter 134

Yan River Cu eyebrow, "you how?"

"I have a stomachache. That's it." Yu Jiang took Qiao Yanran's hand and put it on his belly.

Yu Jiang trembled and pressed her hands tightly to his body.

Qiao Yanran looks at the pain on his face. It doesn't seem to be a fake. But when I felt his pulse just now, I didn't seem to have any other problems except that I was a little weak

She looked through the memory of the original owner and found that a man in his twenties would take a holiday.

Qiao Yanran saw here, and thought it was Yujiang's holiday.

"Take it easy."

Qiao Yanran opened the bedding, squatted on the side of Yu Jiang's body and massaged gently clockwise across the thin bedding.

Yu Jiang clenched his teeth and soon relaxed.

Such a massage, his stomach pain really relieved a lot, has reached the scope of his tolerance.

"I'll go out. You'll be good at home."

Qiao Yanran said, will dress neatly, plan to go to the village supply and marketing agency to sell some aunt towel, lest get to bed.

Yu Jiang was lying on the bed, with a strand of hair standing up, looking at some silly.

He gave a gentle hum.

After Liu Hui left, Yu Jiang was the only one left in the house. The wind was blowing outside, and it was terrible.

Yu Jiang felt a warm flow under him. He felt something was wrong and lifted the quilt away.

On the sheet was a pool of blood.

Yu Jiang looked at the bloodstain on the bed, and his heart was half cold in an instant. He felt that nine times out of ten he had some incurable disease.

It's not far from death.

Yu Jiang closed his eyes and accepted the result calmly. In fact, he didn't seem to have anything to remember in his life.

Death is a relief.

Just when Yu Jiang and his mind were wandering, Qiao Yanran came in with a suit of air conditioner from the outside, carrying a suspicious object in her hand.

She took a few steps to the bedside and took apart her aunt's towel.

The aunt towel here needs to be fixed with a paper clip and belt, which is relatively troublesome.

"Wife master."

Yu Jiang called softly.

Qiao Yanran is still studying the use of this kind of aunt towel, without raising her head, "what's the matter? Is the stomach still painful

Yu Jiang pursed his lips. After a long time, he said, "I just lost a lot of blood. Maybe I'll die."

Qiao Yanran:

She lifted Yu Jiang's bedding and saw the pool of blood on the bed.

The bloodstain on the bed is still easy to solve. What is hard to solve is how she wants to popularize physiological knowledge for Yujiang. Fortunately, she has thick skin.

"What about your pants? Bring it here. " Qiao Yan Ran opens a way.

Yu Jiang thought that his wife would care about him, but she asked for her own dirty pants? Is it the wife owner's special hobby?

He hesitated and handed her a pair of white trousers.

Yu Jiang put his head in the quilt. When he opened a small seam, he saw his wife holding the small piece of cloth, turning it over and covering the groping.

His face was very hot. He didn't know where the courage came from, so he snatched the profane trousers.

Yu Jiang held his profane trousers and said with embarrassment: "wife master..."

"Shh, don't talk. Listen to me. I'll give you a demonstration, and then you'll tie it yourself according to this method, OK? "

Qiao Yanran said, take the profanity pants over, with aunt sanitary napkin in her hand, serious gestures.