Thorny First Marriage

I just turned around and didn't get to the door when I heard something behind me. Tang Zizhe jumped out of bed.

I immediately broke out in a cold sweat. When I helped him into the door just now, I was particularly worried that it was a conspiracy. Tang Zizhe deliberately pretended to be drunk and coaxed me into a private space to do something wrong to me.

Or maybe he's really drunk, but a young man like him can't avoid drunken promiscuity.

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I sang the song in a low voice: "hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold

When Bai Tang was a child, she had chickenpox for a while and always cried and refused to sleep. When she heard the nanny sing the lullaby in Chaoshan dialect, she soon fell asleep.

I think about it and think of a nanny from Chaoshan who used to sing the lullaby of Chaoshan. Although she didn't understand it, it was very nice.

I can really sing lullaby. I used to sing lullaby to lull sugar to sleep when he was young.

"My stomach is so bad that I can't sleep, or you can sing me a lullaby!"

I pulled his face out of the pillow.

When I opened my eyes, he was lying on the bed, his whole face in the pillow, only his dark hair.

"What for?"

"Can you sing a lullaby?"

"Well?" I closed my eyes and hummed, "I can sing."

After a while, I thought he was asleep. Even I was a little sleepy. Suddenly I heard Tang Zizhe's low voice: "summer solstice, can you sing?"

He is quite careful, and can be detected through these days.

He closed his eyes obediently, and I also lay down on the couch. As soon as I lay down, I felt that Tang Zizhe had covered me with a coat.

I moved a deck chair to his bedside and said to him, "I'll sleep on the deck chair. You sleep well. Otherwise, I can't take the responsibility if I can't shoot the early play tomorrow morning."

I'm the only one in my family. I don't have any brothers or sisters. To be honest, I don't mind having a brother like Tang Zizhe. It's natural for him to be cute. It doesn't make people feel stiff.

"Do you dislike me. "He has a flat mouth and an expression of grievance. It's good to be young. He can have sex with his elder sister.

"How can you stand sitting all night? I'll give you half the bed." He leaned to the side, and I said in a hurry, "no, you can sleep alone."

I sat down by the bed and said, "sleep. I'll watch you."

"You see," he pointed to his hanging bottle, "now the doctor treats me as if I'm as big as pork. What water do you want to drink?"

"What you pull is going to be dehydrated. How can you do without water?"

"I don't want to drink water."

I have no choice but to smile with him: "I'll pour you some water."

I got up to pour water for him, but he grabbed my sleeve and said to me pitifully, "don't go."

He lay on the bed and his face was whiter than the pillow. Fortunately, he was young. Otherwise, he would be in hospital because he pulled so badly.

It's very possible that I've made people like this. What's the reason for me not to be here with him?

Just now, I asked the doctor that I eat the same food as Tang Zizhe, why I'm ok, but he's pulling and vomiting here. The doctor said that everyone's physical condition is different, and the sensitivity of the intestines and stomach is also different. It's possible that my stomach is a wall of iron, but Tang Zizhe is hit as soon as he eats it.

Of course, I don't know if it was the chicken feet.

"It's OK. Just have a sleep." He opened his eyes and looked at me: "will you stay here with me?"

I looked at him anxiously: "you have an early play to shoot tomorrow morning. What can you do now?"

The little nurse didn't know whether she was envious or envious, so she pricked Tang Zhe's needle, and I accompanied him to lie down in the room. He was uncomfortable and couldn't sit up.

This little suckling dog has never been able to sprout.

Tang Zizhe leaned on my shoulder and retorted weakly: "she is not my sister, she is my master."

It's nice to be young. I'm only four or five years older than him, but I feel that my psychological age is getting old for several rounds.

Do you look smaller than me in a mask?

I coax him like a child, the little nurse straight chuckle: "he is your brother, right, his hands are very beautiful."

I didn't expect that he still had an interest in calling others to treat him as a dog. I gently touched his head: "Africa, don't be afraid, sister nurse, just give me an injection, don't move!"

"Call me Africa." He grunted.

"Don't be afraid, just like a mosquito bite. Are you still afraid of injections when you are such an adult?"

I had to think that the nurse was afraid that he would be given an injection in his face before I touched his head.Tang Zizhe is ill, very uncomfortable, half leaning on me.

I forced him to go to the hospital. He was wearing a large medical mask and his beautiful eyes were exposed outside, which made the little nurses come to see him.

"Then we have to go to the hospital. How can we film if we don't keep a good condition?"

I said, "I'll take you to the hospital! I have a play to shoot tomorrow morning. "

I gave him water to drink, and he was still in pain after drinking it.

We've been together since the afternoon. After dinner in the evening, we went to eat roast chicken feet. I'm fine. How did he get into this situation?

now that Tang Zizhe looks like a disaster, I don't worry about what he will do to me, but the problem is why he has a bad stomach?

"Have you vomited?" I asked him and he nodded.

After a long time, I doubted whether he was asleep inside. He was about to clap on the door when he came out of the bathroom. The sweat on his forehead was weaker than just now.

He pitifully complained to me. I went out of the bathroom and sat outside waiting for him.

I seem to eat bad stomach, he covered his stomach very painful appearance: "I want to go to the toilet."

I was very sad: "last time I drank yellow rice wine, I didn't see you drink so badly."

Just after that, he threw up on his toilet, just three bottles of beer. How can he drink like this?

"I have a stomachache," he said

His eyes seemed sober, but his expression was painful.

He looked up from the toilet. His pretty face was pale and pitiful.

I took a towel and stood on the edge waiting for him to vomit and handed it to him, "are you ok?"

I was a villain just now. People really drank too much and there was no conspiracy.

When he was spitting, he ran to the toilet door to see me vomit.

But Tang Zizhe didn't rush in my direction. Instead, he rushed into the bathroom, and soon his vomit came out of it.

In this light and flint, my brain is running rapidly, thinking of countless possibilities, even two hands in front of my chest, ready to resist.

Keqi Keqi Ke, Ashe is exploring flowers in reading

When you go, the book boy will be responsible for the management, and when you come, the high lights will be full of colorful flags. "