Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Hearing his voice, his heart trembled and looking back at him.

Seeing him was cold, that faint look just swept past her face.

Makoto's a little heartless. Did he hear everything?

“Jianing?” Song looked at Ban Jia Ning with no worries, "did you know she was going to eat rice noodles? ”

So you bought one for her?

“No, I met Nurse Leung and she asked me to bring it up. Sister, here.” Banjia preferred to give the bag to Song Wuxi.

Standing in front of the bed, Ben Jianing's body, though unceremonious, was brilliant. But it's quite pulled out, and the skin is very white, and it's a handsome little meat.

It should be genetically good for parents, even if they have been “insane” for some time, in psychiatric hospitals.

But he still had an inherently noble, ordinary piece of fresh meat, incomparable with him, without his temperament.

Of course, if he compares to Cheng Junguo, except for the five-official victory process Junguo, his body and body are nearly as bad.

After all, Cheng Junguo served as a soldier, had muscle, and lived in a good environment to support him.

Banjianin suffered from a leukemia that almost killed him.

He can recover and then tone his body as healthy as he is now.

He runs that treadmill on the balcony of his room every day, working out.

Makoto saw that he was different from what he was four months ago. His eyes couldn't help but flash. He seemed much stronger.

Ban Jia preferred to look at the pastoral heart with no fluctuations in his eyes. "Don't worry, even if your brother asked me to marry you, I wouldn't agree. I used to be stupid, and now I'm not stupid. ”

“What do you mean?” Pastoral hearts stared at Ben Jianing unhappily after listening: "Are you saying I'm not well? You only like me when you're stupid? ”

“When I was stupid, I didn't know what a virgin was, now I know. ”

“Banjianing, you--” Pastoral heart listened, her chest was stuffy, her eyes stared, staring red at Banjianing, "Don't go too far! ”

Banjianing eventually ignored her. After a glance at Song, he came to the balcony and stood with Gu Qiu.

Pastoral turned his head and looked angrily at Banjianin. Banjianin's words, like a needle, stabbed her heart.

“Don't be sad, Jianing.” Song Li saw Ma Xin's face unhappy, smiled and said.

None of Song's worries were surprising. Banjia preferred to say that.

That hurts so much.

“Sister, you don't have to comfort me. I know some men care about this. Therefore, I have decided to join Cheng Junguo!” In saying this, Mahjong also glanced at Banjianin in a heartbeat.

Banjia preferred to talk to Gu Xiao, as if she had not heard her.

I used to follow her around behind her ass, minute by second to haunt his idiot, now I'm not stupid, I don't haunt her anymore, it feels... how can I be so bored?

“Don't worry, I'm leaving. Take your time and eat the rice balls.” Pastoralist got up, turned around, and left the ward.

Benjamin's gaze, when she closed the door, threw it over.

The depths of the unseen, the complexities, the more, the unhappiness, the dead woman!

Gu Zheng walked in from the balcony, grabbed the bag in Song Wuxi's hand, and took out the garment and stripped it off. “You are not allowed to talk to Muxin privately in the future, meet, eat, WeChat, text! ”