Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“…” Gu chuckled his head and looked cold at Pastoral's chest.

Pastoral grins: “They say it's a birthmark, but they don't know how much pain I've suffered behind the birthmark! ”

“Pervert!” Gu Qianqiao: “What happened in previous life, get this life to say, pervert! ”

Pastor laughed, picked up the pliers, turned over the iron block, and said slowly: "They don't deserve to talk about what happened in previous life. A few of us are so special, not to say, wasted. This iron, it's almost burnt. ”

Pastoral clamped a piece together, held it up in front of his eyes and looked at it with a grin, "That's it. ”

He took the pliers and walked up to Gu Zheng, smiling coldly: "Ah Zheng, do you know why I want you to try this pain? Because there's nothing to worry about! ”

Liking Song no worries, Gu Zhenghua's eyes flashed slightly and looked cold at Pastoral Ancient.

“Luckily, Huang Ling was suspected by the doctor to have urinary poisoning. If it were true, she would insist on donating her kidneys to Huang Ling for transplant surgery. I disagreed with her doing this surgery, but she said she didn't care how long she could live without you around. I told her she didn't give a shit! Now that we have come to this point, you made me suffer in my past life, and I will give you back this life! ”

After that, without waiting for any response from Gu Qiang, the big, burning iron block did not hesitate to brandish towards Gu Qiang's chest.

“Phew--”

Red iron burned the clothes, and then branded the skin of Gu Zheng's chest. The sound, it came out of white smoke, like a steak on a case.

In the air, the smell of meat being burned spreads.

Ouch!

Gu Zheng hurt his forehead, neck, suddenly sweating.

He gritted his teeth tightly, no more pain, no more shouting in front of Ancient Pastoral.

His slender, sophisticated face became wrinkled as he endured too much pain.

Even so, handsome.

His eyes were congested, he looked bloodthirsty at Pastoral Ancient, like a wounded beast.

Pastoral looked at the burned wound and grabbed his lips satisfactorily, "Turns out, listening to this sound is so exciting. No wonder you liked branding me so much, you must have liked to hear it. ”

“…” Gu Qiu breathed badly and trembled violently because of the pain.

He kept his mouth shut, except to look at Pastoral Ancient with that look of manslaughter.

He knew that what he was saying now was useless and that shouting only aroused more interest on the part of Pastoral Ancients.

Once branded, Pastoral did not feel enough, went back to the pot, put down the iron with the skin, clamped up the other piece, turned around, and passed towards the thoracic muscle of Gu Xuan ——

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When Pastoral came out, it was 2: 00 in the morning.

His bedroom, Uncle Fu is waiting.

Pastoral was in a good mood. When he saw Uncle Fu, he hooked his lips and said faintly: “What's the matter? We'll talk tomorrow. ”

“Young Master, something happened to Miss Song.” Uncle Fu said.

Pastoral Ancient listened, and Meijin took it: “What is it? ”

“Car accident, seriously injured. ”

Pastoral faces changed sharply: “What?!! ”

Pastoral rushed to the hospital.

Song Huixiang has been rescued and transferred to the VIP ward.

Her left foot, plastered.

Forehead, gauze.

Her ward, Xu Jing, Sister Song, Mobson, Huang Ling, Banjianing, Liu Zhiming, Liu Fengfeng are all here.

Ancient pastures appeared in a hurry and surprised everyone.

“What's going on?” Ancient pastoral gaze, staring straight at the patient bed, wondering who.

His voice, with a fingertipping cold.