Restricted-level fast wear: the villain BOSS is sick

Chapter 128 The Sick Young Marshal, Be Gentle to Pet (5)

Yan Baobao blinked, and gave orders to Yan Jie with a look of course on his face.

Fu Yanjie swallowed, glanced at the blood holes wrapped in gauze on his two arms, and said very euphemistically: "If this subordinate does this, at least a few more blood holes will be receded in two months, and the rest of his life will be paralyzed. On the bed, if it's heavy...you won't see the small ones."

"Oh, that's it." Yan Baobao nodded thoughtfully, then stretched out his small hand, stood on tiptoe, and tried hard to pick at the wound on his arm with all his strength, and managed to kill him in a daze. The wound that stopped the bleeding was bleeding.

"Little Master..."

"Don't cry out for pain. My father hates men crying out for pain. If he sees it, the end will be the same. Anyway, you like to choose things that hurt yourself. It's better to let me do it than to let father do it."

Seeing Fu Yanjie's distorted face in pain, Yan Baobao let go of his hand, wiped his blood-stained little hand on his clothes, then put his little hand in front of his nose and sniffed it, and said with disgust: "Sour, sour, sour!" Yes, cowardly human blood is sour!"

"..."

Fu Yanjie was usually used to being teased by him, and he could only use one sentence to describe his behavior: like father, like son... The young commander is much more ruthless than him!

However, this is the true face of the young master. Talking to that 'fake man' in the ward is like acting... Now he really wants to be that person on the hospital bed, to be pampered by their father and son instead of being abused ...

In the ward.

After Yan Baobao left, Murong Shengqian climbed onto the hospital bed and insisted on lying down with his arms around Le Yan.

Le Yan was lying on his stomach, very uncomfortable, because his big hand moved from her forehead to a certain bump on her breasts, and kept turning it, making her itchy. , gave him a slap, but when he looked at the shiny black revolver next to his pillow, he immediately gave up.

"I, I think we need to talk."

"What are you talking about? Fengyue? If the children have such things, we can avoid talking about them. It's more practical." As he spoke, his big hand continued to walk downstream...

Le Yan was afraid that he would 'wipe his gun away', so he grabbed his big hand, slowly raised his head, pouted and said coquettishly: "I was injured so badly, can't you be more honest?"

She had seen Murong Sheng's vicious methods before, so she was afraid of offending him, so she also pierced two blood holes in her arms.

The reason why she can't be arrogant in this plane is because she finally used the props and didn't want to waste them, and secondly because this 'host' is too volatile, and there is a chance of torturing her every minute, so she should restrain herself and pretend Playing the role of 'Lin Daiyu' is better.

"I'm treating you! Don't you feel that the wound is no longer painful?"

"Uh..." Shameless you ranked second, no one ranked first, this is obviously because the secret medicine has worked... Le Yan couldn't complain in her heart, she knew that there is no free good thing in the world, even if it uses props I also have to give her a snake spirit to act in a 'rival scene'...

"About the child..."

"It belongs to the two of us. I still remember the scar on your stomach. You gave birth to him."

what? !!
Le Yan's mind was like a pot of paste, and he raised his hand to touch his stomach. There was indeed a knife scar, and the scar was exactly the same as the one she had when she gave birth by caesarean section in the first plane... What the hell is going on? ?

"If I gave birth to him, why didn't I have any impression? You must have mistaken the person, I'm not married yet!"

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