Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

From the start of getting on the bus, the man who closed his eyes suddenly stopped him, "buy me a flynn-125 potion."

The driver was shocked again and reminded him, "Sir, if you can't eat it casually, the side effects are too strong."

Flynn-125, similar to stimulant, is one of the military drugs for refreshing and fighting spirit. Although also used in daily life, but daily anesthesia is generally used, and because of side effects, few people will use!

"Buy it if you want! I find that you talk a lot today. Who gave you the courage? " In the last sentence, I was already angry.

The driver quickly lowered his head and apologized, "Sir, I've overstepped."

"Go and buy it!"

"Yes."

I don't know what method the driver used. Soon, he bought flynn-125 and other drugs.

Li beijue gave him the job of simple treatment of the wound.

Bear the pain, lift the spirit, took the medicine, looked down. Then he looked up and swallowed the medicine.

There was a smell of blood in his throat. The smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood was like cutting his throat. Li beijue raised his eyebrows and swallowed them!

He can't go back in this half dead way, otherwise, Chi En should be worried.

As for the side effects, no matter what side effects he has, he can tolerate them!

Flynn-125 is worthy of military refreshing drug. Once it goes down, the pain will be suppressed and the fatigue will be swept away.

Soon, the wound was simply stopped, and the driver waited for his next order.

"Go and buy me another dress."

"All right."

No matter how stupid the driver is, he can see what he thinks.

Sir, don't you want miss chi to know that he is injured?

The driver took a quick look at him and went to buy clothes

……

The Hilton Hotel is calm.

six o'clock

In addition to the tomato and egg noodles that Li beijue made for him, she also prepared flour to make a flour glutinous rice ball.

Chi Baobei saw her busy in the kitchen, also ran in, dabbling on the slippers of adults, curiously said, "woman, do you cook tonight?" Well, how can his woman cook?

"Yes, I want to make a ball. Would you like to join me?" Chi En asked him with a smile.

Pool baby secretly curled his mouth and whispered, "it's for Lao Wang next door again."

He spoke in a low voice with a milk voice. Chi En en heard him speak, but did not hear what he was saying. He put down a ball shaped like a peach and said, "Chi baby, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Chi Baobao quickly denied it. Then he brought a chair from the living room, washed his hands and stepped on the chair. "I want to help too!"

"Oh." Chi En divided a small part of him and kneaded the flour.

Chi Baobao took it over and pulled it down. He pinched a flat ball like a mold. "This is a shell. It's for you to eat."

He tore off another piece and pinched an animal that didn't look like it. "This is a tiger, it's mine."

Chien looked at him with a smile.

He pulled off a small piece of flour and tooted his tender mouth. He seemed reluctant, but he still learned from Chi En and squeezed a small peach out. He murmured, "this is the old Wang next door."

the other woman