Born to be together: this president is so perverted

"You can fight with your five finger girl for hundreds of times. If it's a big deal, you'll die." Xu Wuyou snorted coldly, lying stiff on the hospital bed and choking him back.

If the culprit in front of her didn't call last night, she may be carefree. She's still lively and jumping. She'll have to lie in the hospital bed.

Xu Suiyan looked at Han Zhifan like asking for help, but he was ignored. He had to say, "mind your girlfriend."

Han Zhifan, as if he hadn't heard what he said, said in a cold tone, "don't talk nonsense and see a doctor."

Xu Suiyan glanced at his man and urged him. His expression seemed to see something strange. Then he squatted in front of Xu Wuyou and looked down at her injury carefully.

Xu Suiyan usually deals with major surgery. He really hasn't treated his low back injury. He can't, but he can see how the injury is. He needs to press his hand for confirmation. However, his fingers haven't touched the skin, and the cold voice floated into his ears.

"There are many germs in the hospital. You should wear gloves."

"All right!" Xu Suiyan was too lazy to argue with a vinegar jar and took his gloves.

"OK."

Xu Suiyan turned a white eye and looked down at Xu Wuyou's waist. "Are you good at medicine?" Xu Wuyou's voice sounded over his head. Xu Wuyou kept questioning the young man's medicine in front of him.

One is jealous and the other questions his medical skills. The couple are here to find fault!

Xu Suiyan shrugged and didn't bother to worry about them. He just lowered his head and worked hard. As soon as his finger touched Xu wuworry's skin, her body hurt so much that her instinct shrank. Xu Suiyan's fingers were empty. He looked up at the girl who had begun to sweat, "it hurts a little. You can bear it."

"HMM." Xu Wuyou lay on his side and replied in a muffled voice.

"Wipe some medicinal wine for you first. If you can't, then take a film." Xu Suiyan saw that the sprain was getting more and more swollen and took his own special medicinal wine. "This medicinal wine has a strong drug effect and will hurt very much. If you can't stand it, say it."

"Wipe the medicinal wine first?" Han Zhifan's voice sounded on his head. He grabbed the medicinal wine bottle in Xu Suiyan's hand, skillfully poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, rubbed it hot, bent over, and then put it in the red and swollen position. When the warmth dissipated again, his palm began to massage the waist injury.

The eyebrows and eyes were gentle and meticulous. Xu Suiyan was stunned. Was Han Zhifan changed his soul?

What about his almost abnormal cleanliness? I wipe medicinal wine for people!

Xu Suiyan may feel that he is dazzled. He closes his eyes and reopens his eyes from one count to 99. In front of him is the scene of Han Zhifan massaging and applying medicine for the girl.

"Cry out when it hurts. No one will laugh at you." Han Zhifan saw that the girl had been struggling with the pain, and her voice was not as cold as before.

Xu Wuyou bit his index finger, didn't speak, closed his eyes and prayed for the pain to pass quickly!

Stunned Xu Suiyan saw her biting her fingers. She was also distressed. She couldn't help but say, "brother fan, even if you need a lot, you should pay attention to safety. Look what you've done to people."

If you brush it, Xu Wuyou's ugly face like balsam pear is as red and hot as being burned by fire.

Xu Wuyou suddenly became nervous. He didn't dare to blink and looked at Han Zhifan directly.

He must not say that she did it herself, or she will lose face and lose her grandmother's house.

Han Zhifan stared at Xu Wuyou's face and deliberately kept silent for a while. Then he answered "well" and continued to massage.

Xu Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

More than ten minutes later, Xu Wuyou felt that he had come back to life again. The pain on his waist was not so serious.

"Better?" Han Zhifan put his hand behind his back, squatted down and looked directly at Xu Wuyou's face. Her face was full of sweat. Several strands of hair were wet by sweat and pasted on the skin. Han Zhifan stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the hair.

For a time, Xu Wuyou couldn't accept Han Zhifan's intimacy. He moved his head back, avoided his next action to wipe her sweat, licked his dry lips, "thank you, much better."

"Doctor, when can I get rid of my low back injury?" the atmosphere became a little embarrassed for a time, looked at the doctor and changed the topic.

"A week or so. It's best not to go to work, stay in bed, and don't have any violent exercise this week." finally, Xu Suiyan looked at Han Zhifan with serious and gloating eyes.

"Doctor, is there any way to spend a day or two?" Xu Wuyou looked forward to Xu Suiyan and rested for a week. She not only lost her salary, but also missed many opportunities.

"There's no way. What hurts muscles and bones depends on rest. If you can't keep it well, you'll get sick in the future."

When the words fell, the little expectations in Xu Wuyou's eyes disappeared. He was bitter with a small face, bit his lower lip and stopped talking.

Her mind was full of the doctor's words and her brother's pale face. Yesterday, she also told her brother that his illness would be cured soon.

As a result, the bone marrow could not be found, and her husband didn't sleep with her.

Does she have time to listen to Qiuqiu now?

"Mr. Han, shall we divorce?" Xu Wuyou looked up at Han Zhifan, who was walking, and his good-looking eyes were serious.

Xu Wuyou thought that after leaving, he could buy sperm and have children. Although it would cost a lot of money, it was better than now.

Han Zhifan heard her words and walked towards the desk. The wine bottle in his hand flew out and hit the wall at the door of the ward.

"Bang!" debris splashed.

The door was not far from Xu Wuyou's hospital bed. Among the debris splashing, a debris flew towards her. She put her face close to the bed in fear, raised her hand to protect her face tightly, and the sharp debris plunged into the back of her hand and then fell on the bed.

Han Zhifan's voice was like Shura from hell, cold and ruthless, "divorce? I remember you have no right to divorce!"

Xu Wuyou, trembling with fear, put down his hand pale, clenched his fist, bit his lips and told himself not to be afraid. "Mr. Han, I know" but just opened her mouth, her brain was as chaotic as paste, and her tongue began to tie.

The wound on the back of Xu Wuyou's hand began to hurt, and the blood flowed like tap water. She raised her hand and saw that the back of her hand was full of blood, and she was dizzy.

In order to stop bleeding and prevent himself from fainting, Xu Wuyou did not hesitate to hold the wound, and then his fingernails pinched the skin on the inner side of his arm. His mouth was full of blood, and his arm was full of sharp stings.

As the minutes passed, Xu Wuyou's dizziness finally disappeared and the blood on the back of his hand stopped.

As if nothing had happened, she put her hand on her abdomen and smiled at Han Zhifan, who was still in a state of great anger. She organized the words, "I know I have no right to put forward it, but I still want to fight for it."