Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 661 [Fan Wai] Treating me like waiting for a master every day

An Zimo didn't ask why he followed him again, she just felt that it was very bad for him to be injured in her house.

"Shall I take you to the hospital?"

I didn't expect that such a thing would happen when I came out today, uncle, he is completely crazy!
"No, help me sit down first." Mousse said with some difficulty.

An Zimo didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately helped him to sit on the sofa on the other side, glanced at him, went to the bathroom and twisted a towel to help him wipe his face, and finally poured him another glass of water, and went to the bathroom from time to time. He glanced back.

Mousse sat a little upright, his back hurt too much, he couldn't lean on it directly, but he still did not forget to say with emotion: "It's really good now, Zimo, if you treat me like you are serving the uncle every day I, how happy I should be!"

An Zimo paused, wanting to throw the cup in his hand at him, of course, just thinking about it.

It's just that this person has been hurt like this, so he still doesn't change his teasing tone.

"It seems that you should have been hit on the head by him." It hurts my brain to speak such nonsense.

How could Mousse fail to understand the meaning of his words, but deliberately followed her, and touched the back of his head as soon as he reached out his hand. Since raising his hand involved the back injury, his scream of pain was not faked.

"It really hurts, Zimo, please help me to see if my head is broken?"

He yelled very sincerely, and so did the expression on his face. An Zimo hesitated for a moment, but leaned over to look behind his head, and gently brushed his black hair with his small hands to see if he was injured.

Seeing her getting so close to him, Mousse had to half-kneel on the sofa because he wanted to see his head, and leaned over his upper body over his face, he suddenly felt a little suffocated.

What is pain and happiness, this second, he has a deep understanding.

There is a saying that goes well, a peony flower dies, and being a ghost is flirtatious, Mousse got a little distracted, couldn't help stretching out his hands, and put them on her waist. Unexpectedly, just bumping into her, An Zimo reacted.

The movements of his hands were slight, just touching his neck, and Mousse screamed in pain.

An Zimo had already stepped back two steps away from him, glaring at him slightly dissatisfied.

"An Zimo, you murdered your own husband!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Anyway, I was hurt because of you, and you don't care about me." Mousse looked at her aggrieved, really not the expression a big man should have.

(End of this chapter)