Out of control and sinking

Chapter 157 Go to the bathroom?

Hearing this, Bo Ye's serious expression finally showed some reaction. He raised his eyes to glance at her and said, "Wait, wait for me for 5 minutes, I'll be done."

Jiang Ruan didn't react: "Huh?"

"What does it have to do with me if you end it? Why should I wait for you?"

Bo Ye sneered: "Don't you want to feel what it's like to not be able to take care of yourself?"

"Since you are a patient, I can let you experience it."

Jiang Ruan: "Who wants to feel it? I'm just telling you casually."

But Bo Ye became interested. He stopped typing on the keyboard, stared at her with a smile in his dark eyes, and joked: "If you can't take care of yourself, you can't wash up, but I can help you. If you can't eat, I can feed you with my own hands. Bathroom You can't go by yourself, right? After all, you can't take care of yourself, so I can carry you there..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Jiang Ruan really couldn't listen any more, so he interrupted him with a blushing face and said angrily: "This is all nonsense."

"My legs are blue and I'm not disabled. Why can't I take care of myself?"

"Why don't you carry me to the bathroom?"

Bo Ye frowned, just about to teach her not to say bad words.

Jiang Ruan climbed down from the bed, stepped into his slippers with a stubborn look on his face, but stood up straight the moment he stood up.

Called: "Ah."

Then the person fell directly onto the thick carpet.

Jiang Ruan didn't notice it before when he was lying down, but now he realized that his knees really hurt.

This is not as simple as becoming green.

The moment the scream rang out, the man dropped his computer and rushed toward her, but he was still a step too late.

Sitting on the ground, Jiang Ruan curled his lips, feeling extremely aggrieved: "It's over, I'm useless. This time I really can't take care of myself."

"Bo Ye, it hurts~" Jiang Ruan said coquettishly.

But Bo Ye snorted: "That's right."

"Aren't you quite capable? How come your body and bones have no memory?"

"How many times did I do this and you just lay down and couldn't get up. Your leg is so injured that you think you are a god? You went to the ground with the injury, thinking you can't feel the pain?"

he lectured.

"You are so cruel." Jiang Ruan said in a soft tone, "For the sake of me being hurt for you, please don't be cruel to me."

"I didn't feel any pain just now."

What you say is what you say.Bo Ye still felt sorry for her.

He is a typical person with a sharp mouth and a tofu heart.

After saying that, he leaned over and hugged her waist, deliberately missing the position of her knees.

He hugged her around the waist and looked at her pitiful eyes. His expression softened, and he lowered his head and asked her, "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Jiang Ruan was just about to say how do you know, but he swallowed it when it reached his mouth and nodded silently: "Yeah."

Bo Ye hugged her and turned around.

"But just let me go. I can hold on to the wall." Jiang Ruan said anxiously.

Bo Ye sneered: "Do you want to be able to throw it just now?"

"Why, you didn't hit enough on the carpet once, and you want to hit it again on the floor tiles?"

Bo Ye said quietly: "You will be injured for a hundred days, and you will not be able to go out or film for a hundred days. You have to think clearly."

Hearing this, Jiang Ruan was immediately frightened.

After weighing the pros and cons, she took a deep breath and looked at him sadly, as if she was looking at death.

"Then you'd better hold me."

This experience, Jiang, shameless and shameful, will never be forgotten in his life.

Ever since she could remember.

I was never treated like this by my parents when I was a child.

Damn, I’m 24 today, I’m an adult, but I’m being hugged by Bo Ye’s legs...

Jiang Ruan's old face turned red to the roots of his ears.

It's embarrassing, it's so embarrassing.

Bo Ye put her on the bed, and Jiang Ruan turned around and rolled directly into the thin quilt, covering her head and wrapping her tightly.

He looked like he was dead.

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