Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 823 cousin (67)

Yu Chimu flashed his waist and looked at the doctor and squatted directly on the bed.

Because there was no one to serve, he did not say anything, so he lay down like this.

The medicine is not fried.

The doctor told me that there was no heat.

Bai Weiwei sneered, "Hey, it’s really uncomfortable, let you toss, flash it."

戚·Cheeky·Chimu faintly looked at her and said: “At least make your legs soft.”

Bai Weiwei's face is red, but she has never seen such a shameless man.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You give me waiting."

After that, she picked up the medicine bag and turned and left.

Looking at the little childish look of Bai Weiwei, Yu Chimu thought she was going to throw away his medicine.

So he has no feelings to continue to close his eyes and rest.

With this slight sprain, he knows how to recover.

If you don't take medicine and don't apply it, it's more uncomfortable.

This kind of discomfort is not a thing for him at all.

Compared to the flash of the waist, the dignity of the man...

Yu Chimu sighs, still have to exercise.

No one is a scholar, even if you sit in the future, it is useless.

It was only too long that Yu Chimu was squatting.

Why is she still not coming back?

Yu Chimu's face is gloomy, and he doesn't want to glare at him, just leave.

When she came here, she was actually dead.

If she doesn't work, she feels that she is looking at him every day and feels bored, so she plans to go back.

Yu Chimu thinks, the darker the face.

Then he showed a cold smile and ran better. When he recovered and arrested her, there was a better reason to pack her up.

Don't you like plum trees?

Bai Weiwei has already rushed in. Her face is a black trace of charcoal fire, holding a medicine bowl in her hand.

"I am dying, killing and dying."

She held a medicine bowl and quickly placed it on the table, then immediately blew her hand.

Yu Chimu was so hard to see her.

But I saw Bai Weiwei glance at him. "It’s your fault to see what you see, and drive away those who are waiting for me, and let me suffer."

This is too squeamish.

But it is so taken for granted.

There was some blockage in the woody throat, and the lips and tongues were also squirming.

"You give me medicine?"

Bai Weiwei’s cold face is cold. “Let’s put gold on my face. I don’t have a waiter. If you keep squatting, who will clean the house, who will burn the charcoal fire, I won’t, don’t think that I’m going to flash my waist. I can be lazy."

This is so arrogant and selfish.

But listening is just Jiao Li Jiao.

Like a sweet cake, he could soak his tongue and come to his heart, so that his eyebrows would be calm.

[Hey, the man is so good. 】

He couldn't help but smile, and was afraid of being seen by her to see her true emotions.

When the medicine was warm, Bai Weiwei was reluctant to hand him the medicine bowl.

"Drink yourself."

Yan Chimu does not abandon it, holding a medicine with one hand, when drinking.

It was found that the smile in the eyes of Bai Weiwei seemed to be inside.

His heart sank and the previous sweet emotions dissipated.

He suddenly remembered his last life, the cup of poisoned tea.

Bai Weiwei saw him hesitating. "Why, I am afraid that I will poison you."

When Yu Chimu looked at her for a while, she smiled and said: "The poison is dead, who will clean the house, who will wash your feet, and give you a bath..."

(End of this chapter)