Chapter 27 (1/2)

Wang Jiaze looked at the closed door, for a moment, he felt funny.

For the first time in thirty-one years, she gave it to her. It's getting more interesting, isn't it? She didn't get close to him, and he didn't make any chances to get close to her, but they just met again and again, like a pair of invisible hands, sending them to each other.

The wheel of fate seems to have begun to turn.

Yang Yi took off his pants and looked up at the bloodstain from the gauze and looked up at the sky. He was scarred. How did he bleed again? Was it hit by Cheng Fu'an? This old son of a bitch, after drinking a little wine, he will return to his original form. He is not a man! If you don't let him suffer, she won't be called Yang Yi!

She moved to the medicine box, tore open the gauze, found that not only the wound did not scar, but also grew a layer of white things. She took a careful picture with the flashlight of her mobile phone. What she can be sure of is: it is suppurative. She can't handle it by herself. Accept her life and go to the hospital.

He changed into a pair of jeans shorts, put a small bag on his back, left his mobile phone and wallet inside, and walked out with a limp.

She froze as soon as the door opened.

Wang Jiaze has not left yet.

He leaned against her door with his hands in his arms, and looked at her clearly. Yang Yi locked the door: ”why haven't you left yet?”

He sneered: ”in the end, I have to go to the hospital.”

It's none of his business! It's not good to meet him, OK?

”I'll take you. Go. ” He looked down at her legs. Although the wound was pasted with gauze, the gauze was tottering and was about to fall off. Although the legs of the dwarf wax gourd are a little short, they are very straight, the legs are very beautiful, and the skin is too white. No wonder Cheng Fu'an, the old rascal, would like to move his hands on her. This skin is a man's dream.

Yang Yizheng is ready to refuse, he said: ”don't think I want to be a driver. It happens that I have to go to the hospital.”