Mr.Li, your wife wants to divorce again!

Li Moyun simply turned his head and didn't want to talk to her.

Where was she when he was injured?

When he was injured, she was eager to care about the man named Zhou Hao, regardless of his life or death.

"What's your question? Why don't you talk? " Sukman shook his head helplessly.

Such a proud and charming man at the stall is actually very tired. He takes care of his mood just like taking care of a child.

Li Moyun moved his leg to the bed, avoiding her fingers to touch it.

"Li Moyun, I know I shouldn't have said that to you just now, but what did you do, you don't know?" Sukman said unhappily.

Hearing her say this, the man jumped out of bed with a whew and asked discontentedly, "what have I done? If I really want to do something to him, can he leave me safe and sound? Just like him, you can take advantage of others' danger, and then you can look up to him. "

"Li Moyun, what are you talking about? When did I see Zhou Hao last week? You... Well. " The next second, sukeman was pulled to the bed by the man, and the man pressed her under the body, bowed his head and blocked her sandalwood mouth directly.

The man, who was still on the edge of anger, suddenly gave her a rough hand.

"Sukeman, if it wasn't for the current environment, I would like to teach you a lesson." A man's lesson is not a real one, but a kind of punishment.

Suchman pushed his chest: "don't try to change the subject, you make it clear."

"I'll explain to you when I'm full." The man ate her dry again.

If it wasn't for the fear that people outside would suddenly break in, Li Moyun would let her go so easily?

"My leg hurts. Rub it for me." The man suddenly released her and said.

Sukeman looked at his leg and asked, "how can I get hurt? Aren't you good at it? Even when they were injured? "

Li Moyun dissatisfied with her query: "you are doubting my ability."

He was not afraid to do something to her here, but sukeman was much thinner than him.

Sukeman poked his injured leg with a smile: "does it hurt here? Or where does it hurt? "

Li Moyun resisted the idea of lecturing her again, gritted his teeth and said: "if you dare to be bad again, I will let you know what is real pain."

Sukman shrugged: "you wait, I'll find you some wine."

This is not a big city. They have all kinds of medicine they want. If they get hurt here, they use medicine and alcohol to wipe them.

Li Moyun's face tangled in a piece, hurriedly called her: "come back."

"For what?" Suchman turned to look at him.

"Don't go to get the wine. Just come and rub it for me." In fact, it's not particularly painful, it's just uncomfortable.

Sukeman asked uncertainly, "are you sure you don't want to wipe the wine?"

"Well, I'm sure, you come here!" He patted the seat next to him and asked her to sit there.

Sukman came over with a jerk, raised his leg on his knee and rubbed it gently for him.

"If it hurts, call it out."

"You think I'm you, just call it out?"

Sukeman didn't stare at him angrily. She wasn't as delicate as he said, was she?

"When are you going back?" Li Moyun asked suddenly.

Sukeman knew that if she stayed here, the man would stay with her. Subconsciously, she didn't want him to leave his job to accompany her.

"Early tomorrow morning."

"Good." The man readily agreed that he would go back long ago and stay in this place. He couldn't take a bath or change clothes. He felt very uncomfortable.