Chatper 583 (1/2)

The heating is turned on in Zhao's house, and the room is not hot. Pei Chenyang is on duty tonight, and he is also indoors.

So just wearing a pair of trousers and a light coat.

In other words, his clothes made it possible for Zhao Mengmeng to take advantage of that bowl of chicken soup.

How does it feel when the hot chicken soup scalds his vital parts?

Pei Chenyang's originally handsome face suddenly turned red because of the pain...

"Well, are you okay?" Zhao Mengmeng was shocked, staring at him helplessly.

She didn't do it on purpose, she didn't expect to make such a move by herself, which caused such a result.

"Do you think I'm fine now?" Pei Chenyang's forehead twitched.

He felt the feeling of being drenched in hot chicken soup now, it was just too fucking painful.

However, Zhao Mengmeng still had an innocent look on his face, and he already wondered if this woman did it on purpose!

"I didn't do it on purpose, I just don't want to drink chicken soup." Zhao Mengmeng said aggrievedly.

If she knew that there would be such an end, she might as well accept it.

With a livid face, Pei Chenyang threw the bowl aside, trembling all over.

Where is it bad to shower? It happened to be that position.

He couldn't help but gasped again, wouldn't he be crippled by Zhao Mengmeng's 10,000 chicken soup, right?

Her sharp eyes immediately stared over. If this is true, Zhao Mengmeng will just wait for the rest of her life to be a widow!

"What kind of eyes do you have? Well, I'm wrong, can't I? I apologize to you." Zhao Mengmeng's tone was a bit unwilling, but since Kus is now a sick patient, she will not care about him for the time being.

Pei Chenyang's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he felt weak all over his body.

"Is apologizing the most important thing now? I suspect that I have been burned into a disability by you. Help me to the toilet quickly."

Pei Chenyang gritted his teeth when he said this.

This damn woman.

If he could, he would strangle her to death, completely missing the point!

"Ah? Why are you going to the toilet?" Zhao Mengmeng blinked.

"Clean..." Pei Chenyang's face was dark.

Her expression hurt Pei Chenyang's heart. If you were to count on Zhao Mengmeng, you might as well count on him.

He held on to the wall and stood up straight with his strength, but it was a little difficult.

With the burning pain between his legs, Pei Chenyang could already feel a layer of fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead under the human skin mask.

"Oh, yes, I'm going to clean up. You can't leave now, can you? Then I'll help you." Zhao Mengmeng was a little late, her delicate face was flushed, she did something wrong and seriously injured her up.

"No need, I'll do it myself." Pei Chenyang frowned and refused.

With her small body, don't count on it.

In a strange posture, with his legs wide open, he slowly moved towards the bathroom.

"Well, the pants are still on you. Would you like to take them off first? Are you going to wash in cold water?" Zhao Mengmeng's slightly embarrassed voice sounded from behind.

Pei Chenyang said with a straight face and no expression: "No need."

Is this rejecting her proposal?

Zhao Mengmeng shut her mouth in resentment, she just wanted to say that it would be uncomfortable for him to continue wearing it.

Since Kus still doesn't use it, let's forget about it, as if she didn't say it.

Enduring the pain, Pei Chenyang walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut with his backhand.

With such a big movement, he almost hit Zhao Mengmeng who was following behind him.

"What kind of person, with such a big temper, isn't it just a little burnt?" Zhao Mengmeng touched her nose with lingering fear.

In the bathroom, the lights were bright, and Pei Chenyang's face in the mirror was pale.