Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Seeing Fu Hongyun's gesture of chopping off his hand, Director Zhang panicked: "Master Fu, I was wrong."

Fu Hongyun repeated through gritted teeth, "Call an ambulance."

Director Zhang hurriedly dialed: "Hi, hello, we need an ambulance here."

"What's wrong? A little girl cut her hand a few times."

"Is it serious?"

Holding the phone, Director Zhang glanced at Fu Hongyun, who had a cold face, understood, and said in a calm voice, "It's serious!"

"Is it bleeding? No."

The phone beeped and hung up.

Director Zhang was very embarrassed, and pulled the staff next to him: "Go and tell Master Fu that the ambulance won't come."

Xiao Li clutched his forehead: "Hey, I can't do it, I have a heart attack, I can't take it anymore."

Director Zhang tugged at the other party's collar: "Your heart grows on your head."

The staff member immediately moved his hand to his chest: "Oh, my heart is beating so fast, I'm going to get my Suxiao Jiuxin Pill."

Said to run.

Director Zhang slapped him and dragged him back: "Nimma, the heart is on the left."

The staff simply stopped pretending and cried out: "Director Zhang, please forgive me."

"I have an 80-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. The whole family expects me to eat alone. I don't want to die so early."

Director Zhang kicked the other party away: "You haven't even got married, you have a three-year-old child."

"You are raising a child for someone else."

"Little bastard with a mouth full of trains."

"roll!"

The staff rolled happily.

Director Zhang trotted to Fu Hongyun's side, fearful and frightened: "Master Fu, I've already called, but the ambulance won't come."

"I tried my best, you can't implicate the innocent."

Fu Hongyun gave him a cold look: "Bring me my phone."

According to the regulations of the program group, all communication equipment such as mobile phones must be handed over during the recording of the program.

Director Zhang trotted like a gust of wind.

A pair of small thick legs just ran out of the speed of the [-]-meter sprint.

"Master Fu, here it is."

Fu Hongyun took the mobile phone and dialed a number: "Court No. 5, Xiaogang Village, Imperial Capital, come within 10 minutes."

Director Zhang was confused and asked curiously, "Master Fu, who are you calling?"

Fu Hongyun's cool lips parted slightly: "Private pilot."

Director Zhang: Poverty limited his imagination.

He gave a thumbs up: "It's a big deal, it's really heroic, this card face, tsk tsk tsk, awesome."

Fu Hongyun glanced at him lightly, and said a word softly: "Get lost..."

Director Zhang hurried away.

Fu Hongyun turned to look at the girl tenderly: "Baby, the doctor will be here soon."

Wen Xiao nodded softly and comforted, "Husband, don't worry, I'm fine."

Fu Hongyun held the girl's little hand, feeling extremely distressed.

His Rou Rou was so delicate, he was cut several times.

How painful it must be!

He put the girl's hand in his palm and carefully checked the girl's wound.

Suddenly, his expression changed suddenly.

The wound... the wound is gone! !

He checked it over and over several times.

The skin at the wound was intact.

Not a single scar remained.

Delicate and delicate as always.

Fu Hongyun raised her eyes to look at the girl, her peach blossom eyes were full of secrets, like the whirlpool in the deep sea.

It's getting more and more interesting.

From the moment Wen Xiaorou woke up in the dressing room, he knew that the girl had changed.

Do not!

It's a completely different person!

The same skin wraps different souls.

Fu Hongyun didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first.

This stuff is just a lie people make up to cover up their ignorance.

And delusional attempts to forcibly explain things beyond their own cognition.

But now he wavered.

It is unscientific that the girl's wound recovered in just one minute.

Fu Hongyun pulled one corner of her mouth, revealing an unruly smile.

Things are getting more and more fun.

Who is Wen Xiaorou now?

A pair of small hands waved in front of Fu Hongyun's eyes, pulling his gaze back.

Wen Xiaorou looked up at her lazy, white and tender face, she was obedient and pretty, with a milky voice.

"Husband, what are you thinking?"

"I just called you several times, but you ignored me."

Fu Hongyun looked at the girl innocently and cutely.

This girl who changed the core is probably the best gift that God bestowed on him.

Fu Hongyun held Wen Xiaorou's hand, stroking the position of her wound with her big palm, her voice was extremely gentle.

"Baby, does it still hurt?"

Wen Xiao squeezed his hand softly and softly: "Our little fairies are never afraid of pain."

Fu Hongyun caressed her little face and murmured in a low voice: "Rourou is a little fairy?"

Wen Xiaorou nodded: "Well, she is a god in the first place."

She raised her hand and showed it to the man as if showing off: "Our little fairies all have strong self-healing abilities."

Fu Hongyun quickly wrapped her little hand and looked around vigilantly.

fine……

At this moment, the camera cuts to Wen Qihan who is collecting firewood.

Fu Hongyun pressed her index finger onto the girl's plump and moist mouth.

"Shh!"

"Don't tell others about this kind of thing."

"Keep it secret..."

"Remember?"

Seeing his serious expression, Wen Xiaorou nodded obediently: "I listen to my husband."

Fu Hongyun pinched her delicate face and said with a smile, "Rourou is so good."

The girl's strong self-healing ability is a good thing, and it can save her a lot of suffering.

But it also means danger.

It might even bring her death.

Such a rare treasure.

Who wouldn't want to keep it for themselves?

There are even mutants who take pleasure in hurting girls to get stimulation that normal people don't have.

Fu Hongyun suddenly remembered the missing girl case in the imperial capital.

Could it have something to do with his softness?

Thinking of this possibility, the hairs on his face stand on end, which has always been calm.

An unprecedented sense of fear occupied his whole heart.

He held Wen Xiaorou's hand tightly, his eyes were devout like a god.

No matter when, where and what, he will stand by the girl's side.

Guard her, support her.

Wen Xiaorou is his, and will always be.

If someone dared to hurt her, he would cut off the flesh of that person one by one, and then feed him piece by piece.

eat your own meat...

Wen Qihan came over with a pile of firewood in his arms, saw Fu Hongyun and Wen Xiaorou holding hands and washing their hands, and yelled disdainfully.

"She's not a three-year-old, do you need to help her wash her hands?"

"Let me do all the work alone, do you want to exhaust me to death?"

I really don't understand what's so rare about that village girl, who hugs, kisses, and rubs every day.

Does Fu Hongyun know how to write these two words to avoid suspicion?

Fu Hongyun didn't know.

He hugged Wen Xiaorou by the waist, and carried her to the shade of the eaves: "Hey, you are a girl, you don't have to do anything, just sit."

"Your man is here, and you don't need your help."

Wen Xiaorou pressed his lips: "Okay..."

Fu Hongyun pointed to Wen Manxin who was sitting under the eaves, her scorching eyes turned cold in an instant.

"You, come and help if you want to eat."