Zhuo Wenshu quickly covered the quilt, and his face, which was always covered with dark clouds, rarely showed some cracks. This time he did not curse or hit anyone, but asked, "Have you informed Fatty and them?"
Just kidding, how is it possible to notify
With such a good opportunity to be alone, why should we find a bunch of big men to act as flashlights? So how do you figure out her character? Without the friction of skin, where can the spark of love come from
Fuck this infatuated character, Shi Jiaojiao has gone through careful consideration and death testing. What does Zhuo Wenshu lack the most? What can truly shake his heart
Money can't do it, guilt can't do it, and he won't let it go if he simply disappears. There is only love, a man and a woman, no relatives, no reason, and hatred. The only script that can be played is to love and kill each other.
"I don't know their phone number," Shi Jiaojiao said with a pure face, "I want to take care of you and inform them. Even grown men can't wait on others. I can."
Zhuo Wenshu was so angry with Shi Jiaojiao these days that he almost died young, so much so that when she said such words with such a nonchalant expression, he found himself losing his temper.
"Are you still peeing?" Shi Jiaojiao asked Zhuo Wenshu, holding the urinal and grabbing the corner of the quilt.
The small veins on Zhuo Wenshu's forehead began to beat like thunder. After a moment, he suppressed the urge to kick Shi Jiaojiao to death and whispered, "Go to the bathroom."
Shi Jiaojiao didn't hesitate, stuffed the urinal under the bed, moved his legs down first, put on his slippers, avoided Zhuo Wenshu's fixed bandage, used his intact right arm, and dragged him He went to the toilet.
The toilet is in the ward, but in the short distance from the bedside to the toilet, both of them were covered in sweat.
Standing on the edge of the toilet, Shi Jiaojiao asked again, "Large or small? Can I help you sit down?"
The tendons in Zhuo Wenshu's neck were tensed up, and he didn't know whether it was from shame or pain. He stood still without moving. For a moment, he raised his arm around Shi Jiaojiao's neck and whispered, "Get out."
"You can't stand on your own," Zhuo Wenshu's bones were not broken, but one leg was injured and the other ankle was injured. If he fell here, he would definitely have a second fracture.
"Be good and be obedient," Shi Jiaojiao hugged his waist and pressed half of her body against him, saying, "You only have one hand to move, so I won't help you take off your pants. Hurry up, I won't peek."
Zhuo Wen's ears were red and he was frowning. He also knew that his current situation was not suitable for showing off. He was so uncomfortable that he pulled down his pants because of self-indulgence.
The sound was so loud that it was so overwhelming that I couldn't hold it in. Shi Jiaojiao really didn't want to look at it, but Zhuo Wenshu shook when it was over. Shi Jiaojiao was originally not in good shape, but she was holding on to the weight of a big man. Zhuo Wenshu shook, and she followed suit, accidentally touching her ancestor's injured ankle to the ground.
When Zhuo Wenshu felt pain, he subconsciously lifted it up and put all his weight on Shi Jiaojiao.
Shi Jiaojiao couldn't resist anymore and staggered back. The two of them were about to fall.
Behind her was the sink. It would be a trivial matter if she knocked on it and broke her waist. But if Zhuo Wenshu got hurt again, it would be a big problem.
At the critical moment, Shi Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and hugged Zhuo Wenshu and twisted her direction. The strength of the two of them threw her directly against the wall. She felt that her chest was shattered.
For two seconds, her eyes went white, but despite this, she didn't let go of her hand protecting Zhuo Wenshu's injury. She even believed that she really loved him!
Zhuo Wenshu reacted very quickly. He pressed down on the wall with his right hand and did not hit Shi Jiaojiao with his whole body.
But there was a gap in the upper body, but not in the lower part. Shi Jiaojiao could clearly feel that Zhuo Wenshu was lying softly and had a big baby that hadn't had time to return to its position.
Of course, Zhuo Wenshu, as a party involved, also discovered this fatal situation.
Shi Jiaojiao really had no evil intentions. Her whole back was hurting from the collision. It was just the first time in her life that she had come into contact with this thing. She couldn't help but think that she had not set the size of Zhuo Wenshu, the cannon fodder, at that time. She only Zhidan Qin's international standard is 18 centimeters, two hours at a time, all night until dawn. After all, this is the standard configuration for male protagonists in online novels.
So she said sincerely, "You're developing really well." It's really good. She didn't set it up, but it's still so big. How rare it is.
Zhuo Wen's book was stiffened into a pillar. After hearing her words, Zhuo Wen was on fire. He was already full of hatred for her, and the anger burned his reason. He didn't even try to stuff the treasure, but just choked it again. Shi Jiaojiao's neck.
"If you dare to look at it again, I'll dig your fucking eyes out!"
Shi Jiaojiao thought to herself: My dad is addicted to pinching his neck, right
But he still blinked and said innocently, "I didn't see it... ahem... I felt it..."
She was afraid that Zhuo Wenshu would be so angry that he would strangle her to death regardless, so she freed her hands to help him push the baby back.
But after stuffing it, Shi Jiaojiao felt that she might have done something wrong.
He wasn't even allowed to look at it, and she even touched it...
Zhuo Wenshu turned on the violent mode as expected, pinching her until her eyes went black.
Are you going to die again
Shi Jiaojiao was unwilling to give in and saw that her success was about to fall short again. She held Zhuo Wenshu's hand and scratched a few times on the itchy flesh of his armpits, forcing him to let go first.
Shi Jiaojiao was probably the only one who could imagine this damaging move. As expected, Zhuo Wenshu loosened his grip. She hurriedly lowered herself, but did not move back. She pressed her whole body against Zhuo Wenshu's body, making him pinch the back of his neck. Anyway, he could only pinch the back of his neck. He doesn't have the strength to break her spine now, and he can't strangle her to death.
"Why are you so unreasonable... Ahem..." Shi Jiaojiao coughed twice, and the back of her neck was pinched, but Zhuo Wenshu couldn't kill her if she didn't raise her head.
Shi Jiaojiao didn't dare to touch Zhuo Wenshu's chest too hard, she just buried her head lightly on it and said in a low voice, "Stop pinching my neck. You didn't even wash your hands when you peed just now, you just rubbed it on me..."
The expression on Zhuo Wenshu's face was distorted, and Shi Jiaojiao discussed, "Don't be impulsive. Let's be reasonable, okay?"
After waiting for a while, Zhuo Wenshu stopped strangling her, so she raised her head, adjusted to a more comfortable position for both of them, and leaned against the wall while driving Zhuo Wenshu.
As soon as they were close, Zhuo Wenshu went into a rage again. His voice was like a poison that had been tempered by blood and sealed his throat. Word by word, it poured in through his ears and shook Shi Jiaojiao's eardrum. "You, he, mother, are looking for death!"
Shi Jiaojiao raised her hand and pressed it on Zhuo Wenshu's flesh. His face turned red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and it almost turned into a rainbow, but he didn't dare to move. He couldn't touch his flesh.
Shi Jiaojiao said quickly, "Don't rush to strangle me! Listen to me!"
Zhuo Wenshu gasped with red eyes and sneered, "You want me to keep your life? Are you afraid of death?"
Shi Jiaojiao nodded frankly, "I'm afraid of death," she said, "I don't want to die, I want to be with you."
Zhuo Wenshu tilted his head slightly, his handsome brows could not hide the strong anger in his eyes, and his bright red lips showed a slight smile, but it was murderous, like an evil ghost who had just bitten someone to death.
Shi Jiaojiao swallowed her saliva and continued, "Killing me won't help. Think about it, can you go back those five years? You can't even pretend that you were blind and didn't happen..."
Zhuo Wenshu's smile widened, revealing his strong white teeth, "So?"
He seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, "Because it can't be offset and it won't help, I'm going to kill you to vent my anger!"
Shi Jiaojiao shook her head violently, "No, that's not right, you have to keep my life."
"Killing me will only relieve your anger for a while. You might as well leave me to torture." Shi Jiaojiao said, "I won't resist. You can do whatever you want me to do. I'll be your ox and horse. Don't drive me away." As long as you can eliminate the resentment." Only if you eliminate the resentment can I be free!
Zhuo Wenshu's smile gradually disappeared and he stared at Shi Jiaojiao, wondering what kind of tricks this vicious woman was playing.
"Really, as long as you don't hate me and give me a breath, I can do anything for you," Shi Jiaojiao licked her lips and coaxed, "Besides, killing is not the only way to purge fire, right? ?”
God is my witness, her words really didn’t mean anything else.
But Zhuo Wenshu misunderstood. He squinted at Shi Jiaojiao and said in an extremely sarcastic tone, "Just you? Don't fucking come near me in the future. I think you're dirty!"
Shi Jiaojiao looked down at herself. She was wearing very clean clothes. It took her a while to realize what Zhuo Wenshu meant by "dirty".
She said unconvinced, "I'm still a baby!"
Zhuo Wenshu sneered, "What you dirty is your soul."
"You knew that?" The two of them were arguing in a posture that was almost like a couple hugging each other, just like two kindergarten children.
Shi Jiaojiao clicked her tongue, "Have you looked at me, seen through me? Do you know that my soul is dirty? Look carefully." My fucking soul is still your "stepmother", can you tell
Zhuo Wenshu also realized that this kind of quarreling behavior was too childish. With a sullen face, he stopped answering Shi Jiaojiao's words, but his face became increasingly ugly.
Shi Jiaojiao saw that he didn't know which lung tube had been poked and was about to explode, so she quickly stopped talking, cleared her throat and said, "Go back and lie down..."
Zhuo Wenshu didn't say anything, and Shi Jiaojiao took the initiative to get under his arm and drove him towards the bed.
Arriving at the bedside, Shi Jiaojiao was about to duck behind Zhuo Wenshu so that he could help him sit down first. However, before she could raise her head, the back of her neck was pinched by big hands, and her face was directly pressed into the quilt on the bed.
The quilt blocked her mouth and nose tightly, and Shi Jiaojiao seemed to feel the fear of suffocation again. She reached back to grab Zhuo Wenshu, but in this ostrich-like posture, her arms were useless except for flapping. No.
Just when she thought she needed the leash again, Zhuo Wenshu's strength suddenly relaxed a little, and a threatening voice came from above her, "Inform the fat man and them, or I will suffocate you to death."