A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Hearing Yun Chunxi's brisk, slightly mysterious voice, Bao Jinghan's eyebrows jumped.

Intuition told her that it was not a good thing!

"Where are you going? I won't go on a tryst with you. That way you two have a bigger goal. If you don't get caught, let's say you have to go to the newspaper together. Maybe some paparazzi will catch you. It's possible for us to have a threesome!"

"Hey, you can let him go for such an unscrupulous report?"

Yun Chunxi joked and continued talking: "You don't have to accompany me to a tryst, and I'm not stupid, where can I bring a light bulb when I meet a man! In this way, you and I will visit the hospital tomorrow. I'll run away first, you give me cover, how about it?!"

"Visiting a doctor? Who is sick, do I know him?"

"I know, I know, I know too much!"

Yun Chunxi said repeatedly.

This remark made Bao Jinghan curious: "Who is it?"

"Lin Xing!"

"Him? What happened to him."

Opening the mailbox, Bao Jinghan was browsing through the unread emails received yesterday, when Yun Chunxi said something with a suppressed smile.

"You don't know yet? He has a fractured cavernous body and is lying in the hospital! I just heard that Qiao Xin broke it by sitting on him last weekend!"

The hand holding the mouse shook slightly, Bao Jinghan couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Immediately afterwards, he asked a more explosive question: "This...is it a sitting or a work?"

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the other side.

Lin Xing, who was lying on the hospital bed, sneezed several times.

Who is scolding him?

"Lin Xing, do you have a cold? I'll call the doctor!"

Qiao Xin, who was sleeping on the sofa beside her and playing games with a psp, heard the sound of sneezing, and immediately got up with a grunt, and was about to run out of the ward door.

This week, I don't know how many times this kind of thing has happened.

Everyone in Zhengjian Hospital now knows of Qiao Xin's existence.

And those little nurses who had longed for Lin Xing at first flocked over to offer condolences, but under Miss Qiao Xin's strong suppression, from then on... there were no one there.

"Wait! Come back to me!"

Lin Xing shouted, Qiao Xin stopped immediately, turned around and ran back.

He stretched out his hand towards Lin Xing directly and said, "Honey, you are not angry with me anymore!"

Thinking back to what Qiao Xin did just now, Lin Xing's pretty face sank.

As soon as he reached out his hand, like picking up a little chicken, he took her off his body.

"Qiao Xin, ancestor, aunt, I beg you, can you stop tormenting me? I am also a patient... you, you can't listen to me, go home!"

If you ask him how he feels when he sees Qiao Xin now, there's probably only one - egg hurts!

In the past two days, Qiao Xin not only cleared him of visitors from time to time, but also said something misleading.

She will tell every woman who visits - Lin Xing was killed by me!

And that evil "sitting" will always be understood as "doing"...

Of course, this is not a big deal, at most it will lose the favor of a few beauties, or watch a lively play of Qiong Yao's version.

But Qiao Xin, Voldemort, completely ignored his "special condition", and teased him from time to time, forcing a man's natural physiological reaction, and kept tossing his poor, injured... brother.

And afterwards, this Voldemort also put on a pitiful and innocent expression of, "Why did it raise its head again", "I didn't think so"!

like now...