Just like dust

Chapter 737 Don't move, it hurts

"Who said I'm dead?" Lan Luochen snorted, then raised her eyebrows to look at her: "Baby, if you curse my husband casually, you may be invaded by a pig cage!"

Yu Pianran suddenly jumped up from the ground, jumped onto the bed like a monkey jumping into the sky, picked up a pillow beside her and beat Lan Luochen's handsome face.

"Lan Luochen, you bastard, you're the only one soaking in a pig cage, and your whole family is soaking in a pig cage!"

"It's fun to scare me? Is it fun to play dead? You are obviously fine, why did you lie to me? I was so scared that I thought you really..."

Yu Pianran could not utter the word death. Although she was sullen, her pale face still had lingering fear.

Lan Luochen grabbed her little hand and kneaded it twice: "Why did I lie to you? Who told you that I was dead?"

"You're not dead, why are you covering your head?"

"Jerry is too loud, disturbing my rest."

"You're not dead, why is Jerry crying outside? Condolences?"

If it wasn't for Jerry crying so miserably, how could she be so nervous.

But Lan Luochen shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened: "It's not the first day you met that bastard, Jerry. Last time you broke his bow tie, he cried for a long time. In a hospital bed?"

"..." Yu Pianran fell silent.

Well, she admitted that no one mentioned that Lan Luochen was "dead" from the very beginning.

It's just that the silence of the two subordinates at the beginning, and Jerry waving a small handkerchief to wipe his tears, and seeing Lan Luochen's head covered with a white quilt, made her extremely terrified.

So, I preconceived that something happened to him.

But seeing his radiant look now, Yu Pianran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bastard! Liar!" Yu Pianran pouted and cursed, clenched her small hand into a fist, and punched him hard on the shoulder.

Originally, her strength wasn't heavy, but Lan Luochen's shoulder was wounded by a gunshot. The bullet had just been taken out, and it was bandaged up with medicine. Now, when Yu Pianran punched him lightly and hard, the wound opened instantly. .

Faint blood stains diffused out, permeating his white patient gown.

"Hmm..." Lan Luochen frowned and snorted.

Seeing the blood stains, Yu Pianran was terrified and jumped on her knees on the bed: "Lan Luochen, are you okay? Why is there so much blood? Is the wound open? I'll call the nurse over."

With that said, he raised his hand and pressed the bell on the wall.

Lan Luochen looked at her at a loss, a glint of forbearance flashed across his eyes, and he raised his hand to hold down her squirming waist.

There was a low and hoarse voice in the voice: "Of course, don't move, it hurts..."

"Take off your clothes and let me have a look..." Yu Pianran's small hands hurriedly wanted to untie his shirt and check his injuries.

In the end, Lan Luochen took her hand, facing down all the way, and pressed it on a certain raised and firm part under his lower abdomen.

"It's not the pain from the top, but the pain from the bottom..." Lan Luochen's body leaned forward slightly, and her warm breath brushed against her ears: "I'll take it off, take a look?"

Yu Pianran's head exploded in an instant.

S/he checks his shoulder, not his...

Lowering her head, she lowered her eyes in embarrassment and anger, only to realize that the posture between herself and him was so ambiguous.

She was sitting on his waist with her legs crossed, holding his collar with her small hands; while he was half lying on the hospital bed, holding her waist with one hand and holding her hand with the other, pressing on a certain place. at...

(End of this chapter)