Chapter 121： It must be that the way you eavesdrop is wrong. (1/2)

The star fights, the muscles are cold, and the night is deep. In the wing, the river slowly wakes up from the coma. When the consciousness is completely restored, he turns around and looks around.

This is a simple room with an empty room. The river is clear and the eyebrows are holding up on the chest. The wounds on his body are all bandaged, even the bruises on the back. I got a plaster, but I still can't get it.

He remembered that he was planted in a bosom when he was in a coma. Although he was unbelievable, the man was indeed Xiao Yu'an.

When the door slammed, Sanchao took the medicine and walked in. When he saw the sitting Qihe Qing first, he shouted: ”Oh, this son, you can finally wake up, just take this medicine.” Hey,” said Sancha, handing the medicine in his hand to Luhe Qing.

After picking up the medicinal soup, he said, ”Why are you?...”

”Ah, you can call me three, I am the old mother here.” Three shouts.

Suddenly like what I thought, Luhe Qing looked up and asked: ”Excuse me, the master of the place, is it really married?” His words were faint

Wings, like the little sparks in the ashes, are all unwilling.

Sancha thought that he asked Yang Liuan and Xiao Fengyue and replied: ”Why did you just wake up and ask this? The two of them have no formal words, but they are indeed two couples, but they love it!”

The dawn of Luhe Qing was completely stunned. He was like a dead, dead wood without a chance.

”The son is going to take medicine.” Three reminders.

The Luohe numb land once again sighed, and after the medicine was drunk, the medicine bowl was returned, and then what was smashed, and it was not clear when the river was cleared.

When Luhe Qing waited until the night was quiet, he slowly propped up his body and then walked outside the door.

He has to go, he must go.

Luhe Qing knows that he can't stay, he is afraid, he is afraid that Xiao Yuan will smile at himself, he will rather hurt Xiao Yu'an and bind him to his side.

The night wind was cool, and the blue silk of the Weihe River was gently picked up. The small courtyard of the house was quietly quiet. The moonlight fell from the sky and broke down. The river went two steps and suddenly heard someone talking.

At this time, Xiao Yuan turned over and over on the bed, and could not sleep.