Xiao Mimi saw the things on his head, but she didn't dare to worry about him, for fear that he would be angry. By his own discovery, he carefully trembled, carefully responded: "in."

"Can you stop throwing these things around?" Hua Mo Yao stood up with a bra in his hand and his face turned blue.

Xiao Mimi quickly took a small step in the past, respectfully bow to admit: "sorry, I forgot."

Hua moyao is a serious and rigorous person. No matter in his work or in his life, his things have their own specific position and are always neat. The shirt was spotless, there was no suit, no fold, no hair in the bathroom.

Xiao Mimi, on the contrary, lives a casual life. As soon as you enter the door, you can take off your shoes at will, lie on one side, and throw your coat on the sofa. Sometimes, you can even take out your clothes and throw them at will. The whole house was in a mess. Her clothes were everywhere. When he asked her to clean up, she just pushed it at will until he couldn't see it.

Once before, Hua moyao opened the drawer for neckties, and found her clothes and trousers in it. She almost vomited blood and took her out to teach her a lesson. She was a little more restrained. Unexpectedly, he found her again today.

"Next time, go straight to the trash can." Hua moyao warned.

Knowing that she was wrong, Xiao Mimi nodded her head like a teacher.

Inadvertently looked up, but saw his brow slightly wrinkled, forehead some weak sweat, waist is not so straight, seems to be physical discomfort.

In her impression, he has been very energetic, invincible appearance, suddenly so weak, let her worry about it.

"Hua moyao, what's the matter with you? Are you ok? " Xiao Mimi threw away her clothes and quickly went to support him.

"It's OK, you let me go." Hua moyao held on and said low.

There are beads of sweat on his forehead. In such a cold day, Xiao Mimi, in a panic, takes a piece of cloth to wipe his sweat.

Hua moyao really wanted to slap her to death! These two goods are holding her bra! I'm afraid she hasn't found out yet. Looking at the worried look on her face, Hua moyao didn't have the heart to speak evil words to her. He took the things in her hand with a black face and dropped them into the garbage can in a parabola.

Xiao Mimi turned to see, embarrassed a face can't hang, but, or whispered: "my favorite style, how do you really give away."

Hua moyao was pale, but he didn't tell her what was wrong.

"What's wrong with you, tell me?" Die to face, live to suffer, nothing will hurt like this? Xiao did not listen to him. She touched his stomach with one hand and kept pressing and asking, "here? here? Or here? "

When he pressed it to his stomach, it was obvious that the pain on his face flashed by. It turned out to be a stomachache. It must have been eaten out.

She quickly let him lie down, to find his own medicine to eat: "you wait a moment, I'll be right back, strong point, must not hang up ah!" She looked worried and patted him on the shoulder to encourage him. She turned to look for medicine.

Hua moyao was so angry that she couldn't laugh or cry. Did she care about him or curse him? Is he that easy to hang up?

"Where is it? Where is it? " Xiao Mimi rummaged around looking for the medicine box, suddenly in front of a bright, "there!"