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

The doctor's words brought Lu Fei back to his senses.

He was startled, and took his eyes away from Shi Xiaoyu's face, paused for a second, and then glanced over again.

Lu Feisi looked at that pale and weak little face, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart, it hurt like a needle prick, and even his voice was decadent.

"Not siblings."

"We grew up together."

The doctor followed his line of sight, saw that delicate, bloodless face, and also saw the complex emotions in Lu Feisi's eyes that were so strong that they couldn't be resolved.

A smile flashed across the face of the middle-aged male doctor.

These young people are quite interesting.

Quite a toss.

In youth, everyone will experience emotional confusion, which is the thorns that must be experienced on the road to maturity.

It is not easy for outsiders to say anything, and it may backfire if it is too transparent.

The doctor didn't say anything, and only focused on helping Lu Feisi clean up the wound.

After working for a long time, the wound on Lu Feisi's body was finally cleaned up.

Band-aids, gauze, disinfectant iodine, and ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis were used all over.

Lu Feisi had a Band-Aid on his forehead and corners of his mouth, and gauze was wrapped around his right arm.

The doctor has checked Shi Xiaoyu's body, and she is receiving a drip on the back of her left hand.

The cold transparent liquid dripped into the light blue blood vessels along the soft rubber tube.

She was like a lifeless rag doll, lying motionless on the hospital bed. Against the backdrop of the snow-white sheets, she looked even more fragile and pitiful.

It made Lu Fei's heart ache even more.

Lu Feisi walked to the bed, sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, and carefully held the hand that was outside the infusion in the palm of his hand.

Use your own body temperature to add some warmth to that cold little hand.

He asked nervously, "Doctor, how is my sister?"

The doctor took off the stethoscope and said in a flat tone, "It's nothing serious, just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

Lu Feisi was still very worried: "Then why is she still awake?"

She looked so frail, and there was nothing wrong with her.

The doctor put the results of the examination in front of him: "She was originally weak, she was hit by a stick, and she was overly frightened, so she fainted."

"If you don't want her to faint, you should pay more attention to controlling your emotions."

The doctor's words were cryptic, but they hit the nail on the head.

If you are so worried about her, then protect her!

If you are so worried about her, don't do some violence in front of her!

Lu Feisi felt even more guilty.

The light in the room was dim, he lowered his head, his thin back was desolate and lonely, and he clenched that cold hand.

Maintaining this posture, after an unknown period of time, the person on the bed finally woke up.

Shi Xiaoyu opened his eyes, and all he saw was white.

White walls and sheets, and the pungent smell of disinfectant.

She was too familiar with this clean and bleak bed sheet, especially when she was a child, there was a period of time when she slept under this bleak bed sheet every day.

Shi Xiaoyu moved her hand, unexpectedly, her left hand was wrapped in warmth and thickness.

She was overjoyed.

Looking sideways, a smile appeared on his face, adding a bit of life to his pale face.

Lu Feisi lowered his head, felt a movement in the palm of his hand, raised his head in panic, his dark eyes were full of joy: "Xiao Yu! You're awake!"

Shi Xiaoyu hummed lightly, and smiled at Lu Feisi.

Infected by her laughter, Lu Feisi also laughed, his tone could not hide his excitement: "Just now you have been in a coma, almost scared me to death!"

Not only was his tone excited, but he was also a little at a loss. He held the little hand with the needle in both hands, bowed his head, and kissed it lightly.

Shi Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment.

It's an intimacy they've never had.

Not even when I was a kid.

The most they can do is hug each other.

The action of kissing is inherently ambiguous, and it is very suitable for couples, not "brothers and sisters" like them.

In the 15 years of getting along, between Lu Feisi and Shi Xiaoyu, at most it was hugging.

The number of times is so small that it can be counted with one hand.

Shi Xiaoyu stared blankly at Lu Feisi, and there was a tinge of blood on her face.

Lu Feisi's behavior was very natural, subconsciously wanted to do that, so he did it.

The whole process was straightforward, and he himself didn't notice anything was wrong.

After Shi Xiaoyu woke up, Lu Feisi's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and then his mind was freed to think about other things.

He took out his mobile phone and felt that it was still necessary to tell Fu Hongyun about the unexpected situation here.

Called, got hung up three times.

On the fourth time, the other party finally answered.

Fu Hongyun pinched Wen Xiaorou's waist with one hand and pressed it on her body, while holding the mobile phone with the other hand, her face was gloomy and her tone was irritated: "What's the matter?"

Lu Fei thought for a moment, speeded up his speech, and cut the long story short: "A little accident happened."

Fu Hongyun's voice was cold and ruthless: "Is anyone dead?"

Lu Feisi: "No..."

Fu Hongyun: "There is no need to notify me if there is no death!"

After finishing speaking, he mercilessly hung up the phone, turned off the mobile phone, and threw it on the table impatiently, making a bang sound.

The man continued to lean on the little girl, his expression changed from violent to gentle in an instant.

His voice was low and magnetic: "My dear baby, let's continue."

There was a cry in the girl's coquettish voice.

"Um...don't..."

The man's voice is gentle but domineering.

"Don't have to!"

The next day...

Filming scene...

Today is still the shooting of Group A and Group B.

The staff on the set looked like they were still awake, limp, like eggplants beaten by frost.

The sequelae of drunkenness.

Seeing the listless expressions of the group of people, Director Liu became angry, and cursed in his not-so-fluent Cantonese Mandarin: "I said, how do you do things?!"

"Okay ah?!"

"Do you know that I have work today, and I was so drunk last night!"

"I'm going to die, really!"

The staff cheered up, stared at the balls, dazed, and continued to work.

Not long after, the director of Group B, Wang Siyuan, arrived.

His head was wrapped in gauze, and he wore sunglasses that covered half of his face. He wore a mask under the sunglasses, and he was still limping when he walked.

It's like pulling the crotch.

In the past, when he came to the set, Wang Siyuan was full of posture, saying hello to everyone, lest others would not see him.

Today, he came here very low-key, quietly sitting next to Director Liu.

When Director Liu turned his head, an extra person appeared out of nowhere, and he was so startled that he almost had a heart attack.

With a mild temper, he blurted out: "Fuck! Fuck you!"

"Wrapped like a mummy, pretending to be a ghost in broad daylight to scare people!"

Wang Siyuan replied awkwardly: "I was drunk yesterday and was bitten by a mad dog."

Director Liu didn't expose him either: "Then this dog is very good at picking places, and it only picks the face to bite!"

"What's the matter, the dog has taken a fancy to you, and hugged your face and gnawed."

Wang Siyuan: ...