My little puppy is sick

Chapter 50 My Dear Blue Friend 30
The sound doesn't stop.

Time flows like water, slipping by bit by bit.

The setting sun outside the window came in, passed through the hidden curtain, and revealed the tearful corners of the man's eyes.

"Why are you still crying so easily?"

still?

How did she use that word?

Qi Yan didn't think too much about it.

She took a towel and wiped the tears from the corners of Song Heng's eyes.

Song Heng turned his head away from her towel, his voice was crying.

"I said you can stop, you, you still come"

Song Heng tilted his head back, closed his eyes and whined softly, like a broken flower bone.

"I thought you were duplicity, man, always like to say no, actually"

Song Heng pulled the towel and covered his face, aggrieved: "You bully me, and you still quibble!"

"Okay, okay, my fault, it's all my fault, dare to do it next time."

Song Heng snorted and turned his head, angrily like a bulging ball.

Qi Yan thought he was extremely cute, so she kissed Song Heng on the mouth.

"You lie down first, I'll cook."

Song Heng also remembered that he was cooking with Qi Yan, but when he moved, his body became too soft.

He cried again.

Why didn't Qi Yan feel any discomfort after the end, why did he have no strength when he moved.

Song Heng didn't admit that he was too weak.

He moved slowly, stood up, washed himself, and walked into the kitchen with his waist supported.

When Qi Yan turned around, he took the hand on his waist away.

There seemed to be no problem, and he said, "I'll do it with you."

"Can you?"

Song Heng immediately said, "Why can't I, I'm physically strong, stronger than a cow, why can't I."

He also raised his hand, gesturing the muscles on his arm.

Qi Yan didn't bury him either, allowing Song Heng to show off his strength in a foolish way.

She bent her eyes and smiled, "I really have work for you, come here and give me a kiss."

Song Heng looked at her, paused, and ran over in a hurry.

Take a sip.

"Okay," Qi Yan rubbed his head, "You go out and sit outside, watch TV while you watch TV, and play with your mobile phone when you play with it. I'll be fine here soon."

"Okay, then if you don't feel well, call me, I'll do it!"

Qi Yan didn't refute Song Heng, but shook her head helplessly seeing his leaving posture.

Alas, there is no way, who told her to be so strong.

Song Heng lay down on the sofa, screaming in pain, grabbed a pillow and hugged him.

I want to cry again.

How should he be the one above.

At first, Song Heng had gauze on his face to prevent bacterial infection. After about a week, the gauze was removed, revealing a horrific wound.

Song Heng didn't have to go to the fire brigade for the time being, and He Zhao gave him a leave of absence. He estimated that the wound would heal for a period of time before he could start working.

Song Heng always lives at home.

Qi Yan would go to Song Heng's house after class, and Song's mother would not vacate her room, and let her and Song Heng live in the same room openly.

But after removing the gauze, Song Heng didn't want to see Qi Yan. He looked in the mirror, and the scars on his face made him feel extremely ugly. He didn't want to expose his ugliest side in front of the girl he loved.

Song Heng's sense of anxiety and inferiority complex has grown stronger these days.

in school.

When someone saw Qi Yan wearing a ring on her middle finger, they would ask curiously, and Qi Yan would generously tell others that she was engaged.

Yu Xianya was also jealous, she said that she wanted to get engaged to He Zhao as soon as possible.

"Marriage is a major event in life. How can you make a decision so quickly? Are you really sure that you will be He Zhao in this life? Have you ever lived with the other party and tried to see if the two people's living habits are compatible? These are all important things. You have to think carefully about it."

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Digression: Today is another day of fighting wits and courage with the review editor, and I can't eat some meatballs for everyone.

Just flipped through the front, there are three chapters have been deleted some content (cry cry cry)

If there is something that feels disconnected, post a comment directly, and I will try to see if I can post it.

I’ve been testing the waters recently, dear friends, don’t hide if you have a ticket, the author (drawing out the gun): hand in the ticket to me, otherwise, let the cuties go and sit on the bus at the beginning (bushi)

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