I Wasn't Being a Rogue
Chapter 437:I Wasn't Being a Rogue
The two leaders did the work for him, and there was indeed a reason for him.
For example, at this moment –
He lay on the bed, watching the season drink cold face, but with gentle action to lift his clothes.Seeing her untiring the gauze and seeing the long knife-marked wound, her eyebrows slightly raised, and when the eyes showed a color of worry, he felt that this knife was cost-effective.
He knows that the season of drinking ice is hard.
At that time, in order to retain her, he shot himself in the chest, how could she have done her medical skills, but turned his head to save him, and he ran away again.
She loved him and hated him completely.
Seeing the worry in her eyes, there was some warmth in her self-abuse.
"It doesn't matter."His voice was cold, his face was white, his mouth was talking about it, but his expression seemed to be going to die, and the contrast was very large.
The season is cold.
“How do I feel like this scar is new?”
Speak: Bad!
Seasonal ice will be scar left and right carefully, and then said, "from the Golden Triangle to withdraw, until home, how to take three or four hours."Judging from your wound and the level of bleeding, the injury should be soon, at most two hours.”
The season of drinking ice slightly smiles, and the smile does not reach the bottom of the eye.
"Speaking of words, let's play later."With that, she picked up the needle-bearer and quickly and rudely stitched the wound up.
The whole time is silent, and it hurts.
Seeing that the words were really painful this time, the season of drinking ice slowly lighted the action.
The speech did not allow other servants to be close, so they gave him a life of wiping and changing clothes, or drinking ice in the season.Season ice hit a basin of water, soaked the towel, wiped his face and neck, so that he began to understand his clothes.
He was injured and naturally inconvenient to sit up and undress, and the season of ice drinking directly cut his clothes.
When he cut his clothes, someone hummed, and the voice was mixed with lust and repressed desires.
Seasonal ice drinking: “. . .
With an incredible, somewhat incredulous look, she looked somewhere in her words.
That way you can react!
Seasonal ice rare surprise, the beautiful cheek because of surprise, the spit gangs slightly bulging, eyes widened, looking particularly cute, let the words think of the groundhog.
Can feel the season of ice lovely, he said is also different.
He said, "I'm not a scoundrel, but you just touched and looked at me, and I reacted."
Isn't that a rascal?
The season lost its voice and said, "I see you're in good health, or wear it yourself."
She put her clothes on the hand of the speech and got up and left.
The man in the bed sat up in pain.
Before the season drinking ice went to the door of the bed, I heard a word of flutter to the bed.
Hurry back, Ji drinking ice saw words lying on the floor, like a dead dog, looking very sad.It is clear that he has an element of acting, but the season of drinking ice still did not control his feet and went over to his side.
This painful play is not without success.
She lifted the man up, took him to bed, and sat down, and looked down, and the good fellow, the wound that had just been stitched was cracked again.
Seasonal ice in the heart of silent sigh, why not?
"Don't do that, you're self-mutilating, it's no use."Seasonal ice unbuttoned his camouflage, and again picked up the needle tongs, stitching up his wounds.This move was more gentle.
A layer of darkness appeared in the eyes of the speech, and the face became cloudy and difficult to look."Tell me, what will you do?"
For the past three years, he has had enough of thinking.It was hard for anyone to come back, and he would certainly not let her go again.He had just locked her up one day today, and she was angry, and for a long time, it was never the way.
Hold on, but not with feelings.
Seasonal ice shakes his head, "I don't know."She really doesn’t know how to forgive.But where there is such a method, she has already done it according to that method, why should she stagger to each other like this?
She felt bad at the thought of the missing child.
For so many years, my heart still hurts.
Even with this, I hate the complicity of the speech.
This unsolved problem, the season of drinking ice thinking to have a headache.She stood up, looked down at her words, and tried to ignore the loss and pain on his face, and she said, "Take a good rest, I'll see how the dragon is going."The season of ice turned around and left, not giving the opportunity to express the words.
He lay in bed, his heart was full of chagrin, if only that time would not bring Vera back.
As soon as the ice was downstairs, I saw the words standing at the corner.
Respectfully shouted to the sister, the season of drinking ice is going to pass her wrong, at this time, the words began to speak.“It’s been painful for him over the years.”
Seasonal ice stopped, listened to her talk, but did not make a sound.
The words said, "He gave the boy a crown, under the rubber tree outside the city."
The ice-drinking season said, and left.
The words looked at her back, unable to help frowning, "no breath!"She whispered, and then went upstairs.
Seasonal ice went to the lab.
In the laboratory, Fu Fu was tied to the experimental bed, and his handsome face became a little thorny and distorted because of anger.
When he was still outside the door, Ji drank ice and heard his scolding—
“Son, you are a son of a bitch!”
Cindy: “Shut up.”
"Don't think you're so powerful, you're really good, Kris, you're going to divorce you?"
Cindy: “Shut up.”
“Hey, I heard that Kris and Bruce are going to get married?”God has eyes, you bastards are finally rewarded!”
“The noise!”
Zhuang Long concentrated on extracting the components of the blessed blood, and did not bother to return to him.
This person is like this, a mouth is not forgiving, stinking.
Season drinking ice into, heard Fufu scolding and grin non-stop, she slightly frowning, hand pulled a small dagger from the waist, the head did not return, directly behind the past.
What!
A small dagger, inserted in the pants between the legs of Fufu.
Fang Fu: “...”
For a moment, the world was quiet.
“How?”Seasonal ice even did not give a look to pay a blessing, bowed to ask the dragon.
Zhuang Long said, "There is a play, our previous thinking is right, and there is no problem with the antidote developed."It just lacks his blood.When the blood and medicine are fully integrated, it should be able to cure Mr. Wei.Stay up with me tonight, and tomorrow morning there will be results.”
"That's okay."
Both are at ease.
Wei Shuyi is a friend of An, and it is good to be able to give An a healthy friend.
That night, the two people in the lab didn’t see each other overnight.
In the morning, the seasonal ice and the dragon came out of the laboratory, and Zhuanglong carried a small box in his hand.The two people talked down, and as soon as they walked out of the experimental building, they saw the words outside the door.Zhuang Long said, "You talk, I'll take the antidote to Mr. Wei."
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