After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Shi Yan shut up decisively, hugged Yange into the bathroom, and washed him up and down, inside, and outside in his new bathtub.

When he rubbed there, he deliberately looked at it, and sure enough, it was very swollen.

This woman didn't even care about her own body during the waves.

It was so swollen that he seduced him.

Really!

Shi Yan could not wait for her to let her have a long memory.

But holding her weakly on him.

Where can I get cruel.

Shi Yan hugged the person on the bed and helped her get her medicine again.

He remembered it later, and had not called to call the doctor.

Yan Ge nested in the quilt, only one head was exposed, staring at Shi Yan and said, "Buy me a few sets of clothes, both inside and out, and a couple of pajamas."

After a pause, she also said, "I want to drink sheep's head soup at noon, don't bring the doctor in. I'm fine, I just want to sleep for a while. Don't let people disturb me, don't smoke, I smell sick. "

Shi Yan's brow frowned again, how to paralyze this woman as if she was unloading and killing a donkey.

He is certainly not a patient man.

Immediately reached out and poked her foot: "I washed you inside and out so clean, you haven't thanked Lao Tzu yet."

Yan Ge closed his eyes and followed the good, "Thank you Dad, good-bye Dad."

"Grass!" Shi stomped the bed leg and turned to pull the curtains up.

He took the porridge left over from Yange and drank it, and cleaned up the porridge bowls that had fallen on the ground. Then he went out.

The song did not wake up at noon.

Shi Yan didn't bother her.

The doctor came early.

The doctors in Shifang have not studied western medicine, but still look at the pulse in the same old school.

"Ms. Jiang is fine, but she is physically weak and needs to be supplemented."

Shi Yan wasn't convinced, but he watched Yan Ge tremble with pain and sweat wet his clothes.

However, the doctor could not explain the specific reason for his description. He embarrassed the suggestion: "Listening to your description, Miss Jiang's condition looks like a heart attack, but I can't confirm it here. Otherwise, Miss Jiang went to Shanghai to check. There are hospitals opened by foreigners there, and maybe they can be checked out in this regard. "

This is a little far from Shanghai.

Without a direct train, it would take three or four days to drive.

Too far, and this world is not safe at all.

Shi Yan nodded his head and asked the symptoms and precautions of the heartache carefully before sending the doctor out.

When he returned, Yan Ge was wearing a red cheongsam, sitting on the chair he usually sat in, smoking his usual cigar, swallowing and spitting.

She had folded legs, her smooth feet were thin and well-proportioned, her shape was beautiful, and her toes looked like a few round pearls in the sunlight at the window.

Because of the stacked legs, the cheongsam opened her side to reveal her white tender, frosty and snowy legs, red and white, really eye-catching.

She rested her elbows on her knees, and her slender fingers were delicate and graceful with the movement of cigarettes.

The expression of smog was blurred, the lips were slightly open, and the flames of red lips were generally tempting.

The corners of her eyes were slightly squinted, delicate and charming.

This is the usual action of those dusty women.

But she did it now.

Noble elegance blends with enchanting charm.

The people who watched were so full of blood that they couldn't bear the slightest blasphemy.

For a brief moment, Shi Fang strode across his eyebrows.