Xiaoshou, be good, open the door

At that moment, Zhao Chenxi became evil, and he asked sinisterly: "Zhao Wei, you are dying anyway, tell me are you doing 1 or 0?"

When Zhao Wei heard that his hair was blown, he bit the back of Zhao Chenxi's neck with sharp white teeth, but even the teeth of the sick husky were like shells that hadn't been brushed with fluoride-containing colgate. kiss.

"Zhao Chenxi, you owe it to me. If Grandpa Zhao Wei survives the catastrophe, he will definitely blow you up."

Zhao Chenxi didn't care to reply, and finally got him into the car. He was exhausted, slumped on the seat and gasping for air. The medical team on the mountain had been waiting for him, and immediately gave Zhao Wei salt water. Zhao Wei frowned. With a bitter face, he said weakly: "Zhao Chenxi, hurry up and find a Maoshan Taoist priest tomorrow to figure out whether the two of us don't get along. It's unscientific for me to be hospitalized with injections since I saw you!"

Zhao Chenxi really wanted to slap Zhao Wei with a big mouth. Since the first time he appeared in front of her, this day has not stopped. He just messed up his calm life. The problem is that he always makes himself responsible. In order to avoid the danger of the murderer, Zhao Wei, you are awesome, you are Zhao Chenxi's nemesis.

There was fog when going down the mountain, and it rose from the bottom of the cliff, and the car seemed to be traveling through the clouds.

Zhao Chenxi held Zhao Wei's cold hand, looked out of the window from time to time, and began to resent the ignorant fog.

On the contrary, Zhao Wei was calmer. He grinned with bloody lips and forced a smile: "Zhao Chenxi, I think I'm in the sky now, it's so beautiful."

Zhao Chenxi felt that what Zhao Wei said was unlucky, so he pinched his palm hard.

When he arrived at the hospital, the diagnosis was acute gastritis, not food poisoning. Zhao Chenxi's heart returned to its original position in the broken state, but it felt weak. If it happened again, he would definitely have a heart attack.

Zhao Wei lay on the bed and drank a spoonful of porridge from Zhao Chenxi's mouth. Although his face was pale, he was definitely in good spirits. He said with a naughty smile, "Zhao Chenxi, you escaped again."

Zhao Chenxi took a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into Zhao Wei's mouth: "Yes, Mr. Zhao, thank you for your mercy."

"Haha, Zhao Chenxi, you don't have to try to evade responsibility. Even if I didn't have food poisoning, my stomach problem was caused by you not caring about me those few days."

Zhao Chenxi is very strange, Zhao Wei is either too thick-skinned, or absolutely shameless, and only he can unify the contradictions: "Hmph, if you don't meet me, you won't get gastritis, you Why don't you say that you didn't eat on time and drank on an empty stomach?"

"I'm also angry with you when I drink. Anyway, I have nothing to do with you if I have any discomfort." Zhao Wei crossed his legs, with an expression that I depend on you for what you can do, even if Zhao Chenxi is a glass of warm water, It was also boiled by him, so Zhao Chenxi put the bowl and spoon heavily on the bedside table, went straight to the bathroom, and rubbed vigorously with a towel.

Zhao Wei pulled out the needle himself, and followed into the bathroom. He stuck behind Zhao Chenxi and said in a resentful tone, "You think that towel is me, and I'm just annoying you so much?"

The bathroom in the hospital was old and cramped, and there was an unpleasant smell. The two big men just stood there, neither one left nor spoke.

Sunlight shone in through the gaps in the yellowed shutters, a striped road continued on Zhao Chenxi's back and then stretched up to Zhao Wei's chest, criss-crossing and floating, but added to the room that had already been emptied in his heart.