80s: Little Sweet Wife

However, Yan Mingshun was like nothing else, even more relaxed than on the flat ground. He smiled at Wu Mei, his lips moved, and he said a word silently, Wu Mei understood.

"Does it hurt?"

Wu Mei's eyes blushed inexplicably, and she was wronged. Yan Mingshun asked this question, isn't it just to make her cry!

Wu Mei nodded vigorously, changing his previous subtlety, and suddenly wanted to vent his grievances in front of Yan Mingshun, looked at Yan Mingshun pitifully, his eyes were red like a rabbit.

Yan Mingshun was a little flustered. It seemed that this silly girl was seriously injured. He couldn't sit still. He moved his legs and was about to jump over. Wu Mei was startled, the big camphor tree was at least as far from her room as possible. One or two meters, in case it falls, it is not a joke.

Wu Mei didn't dare to cry out, for fear of being heard by Wu Zhengsi and the others in the living room, but he kept waving his hands to tell Yan Mingshun to stop jumping.

Yan Mingshun smiled mischievously, and his body was slightly vertical, like an ape, and dexterously vertical to the sewer pipe, not even making a sound, easier than Spider-Man.

Wu Mei tightly covered his mouth, seeing that Yan Ming was steadfast, then he let go of his heart, let go of his hand, and let out a long sigh.

The weather is getting colder and colder, there are not many people walking on the playground, and Wumei's room is far away from the street lights, and there are big camphor trees blocking it. A big living person.

Yan Ming took a sigh of relief, and his body slowly moved down. After a while, he came to Wu Mei's window. With a long leg, he stepped in easily, and under Wu Mei's stunned, he jumped to the ground. smiled at her.

"Which leg is sprained? Let me see." Yan Mingshun said softly.

Wu Mei blinked, shook his head and said, "I didn't get sprained, I was hurt by a needle."

Yan Mingshun's complexion changed slightly, his brows furrowed tightly, and he lowered his head to look at Wu Mei's left foot. Because of the thick gauze wrapped around his feet, he didn't even wear socks on his feet. He knew it at a glance.

This treatment must be a skin injury. A sprain does not need to be wrapped with gauze at all. How could Yan Houde make such a mistake?

"Why did the needle stick? Are you not participating in the school performance?" Yan Mingshun was very puzzled.

How can you step on a nail when you dance so well?

Wu Mei's eyes turned red again~www.readwn.com~ With a sour nose, she sniffed and said with a flat mouth, "Someone deliberately put a pin in my shoe, I didn't finish it, there was still left. I didn't find one, and ended up being stabbed while dancing."

Yan Mingshun's brows furrowed even tighter, the nameless fire in his heart rushed up, and he asked in a deep voice, "Have you finished dancing?"

Wu Mei sniffed again and nodded.

"Are you stupid? You have to jump with a needle in your foot? Look what you have done to your own foot?" Yan Mingshun raised his left foot, which was wrapped like a mummy, and poked it politely. At the injury, Wumei's tears flowed down in pain, and she glared at the murderer accusingly.

"I know it hurts? Why don't you know it hurts when you dance?"

Yan Mingshun didn't know why he was so angry. He was angry with Wumei for not cherishing his body, and even more angry with the murderer who put the needle, and a little angry with himself.

In short, he was so angry that he was inexplicably angry. In fact, he knew that he was distressed!

It's just that he doesn't want to admit it!