God of Life

Liu Glass rushed into the bedroom like a wind, and found that there was no one in the room. Think about it. He rushed towards Fu Yushi's bedroom.

Pushing the door in, two sand sculpture girlfriends are bursting into the hammer of Vivi Lin.

“I'll make you skinny! It's fun, isn't it? Come on, we'll have fun with you! ”

“Oops, it hurts, it hurts! Big Bear, let go! My back hurts! ”

“Pain is fine. If it doesn't, can you improve your memory? ”

“I don't care if she gets more memorable, kill her while she's sick! ”

What's going on?

Haven't you just been in a car accident?

Why is it suddenly happening again?

Liu Glass had a misty water, but she was not curious about the consequences. The sand carving friends could dry at any time, which was superfluous.

While Lin Weiwei was being pressed against the bed by both of them, Liu Glass strode over and carefully looked at her shoulder.

Both bruises are obvious and are traces of strangulation from the seatbelt. The same marks are found on the waist and thigh roots. They appear to be very reddish and even slightly purple in individual positions.

But Liu Li relaxed instead.

It is simply impossible for a child to learn to dance without having been injured. He has been a good doctor for a long time and has his own judgment on falling trauma.

Lin Weiwei's condition is a traumatic injury that looks serious and is actually easy to recover, so long as you pay attention to bruising, you can even leave no scars.

Liu Li took a sigh of relief and slapped him in the butt. “Vivi is all like this, you're still messing with her! ”

“What are you doing back? ”

“Oh, the dog told you? ”

“Glass baby, help me! ”

Liu Li ignored them and frowned: “Why don't you go find the ice bag? ”

“Anlu go...”

“Here comes the ice bag! ”

Before the end of the sentence, Anlu rushed into the door with a few small cloth bags and half a barrel of crushed ice, and saw Liu Li, slightly stunned: “Huh? Didn't you say not to tell Glass? ”

“Yes, you can hide it from me!” Liu glassboard looks up, "the wounds are all hidden in the poetry bedroom?! ”

“Hey, hey, hey...”

Lin Weiwei was embarrassed to laugh.

Liu Li muffled the ice bag and helped Lin Weiwei ice.

“You have to ice it at least four times tonight. Don't go home. Stay here. ”

“Okay.”

Lin Weiwei nodded quietly, and Jeenago, Fu Yushi and Anlu faced the sudden release of a low pressure glass, equally afraid to peel again, hurry to work.

As soon as the ice bag was affixed to the wound, Lin Weiwei immediately hissed, but did not dare to shout, so he squeezed Fu Yushi's eyebrows.

No one can guess why Liu Li's emotions suddenly fall so low.

In fact, Liu Glass just suddenly wanted to figure out one thing.

Lin Weiwei chose to hide or even hide in Fu Yushi's bedroom because he did not want to disturb his rehearsal.

What about Wang Yan?!

How many ingredients do you want to stop yourself from visiting?

Liu Li can understand that it is for his own good, doesn't want to distract himself at a critical moment, and therefore deeply appreciated, but the irritability and guilt are still uncontrolled, like the blue algae in the sea quickly breed and spread.

Liu Li never asked Wang Yan to help Lin Weiwei deal with the wound.

By the end of the first 20 minutes, Liu Li let go of her hand and let out a long breath of turbidity, and the tone returned to normal.

“I'll rehearse first, and I'll bring you some porridge. Stop messing around, all right? ”

“Mmm, mmm, mmm! ”

Everybody nod.

Wait for Liu Glass to leave the house before taking a breath of relief at the same time.

“Wow, it's scary when Glass gets angry!” Nago spits his tongue.

It's not that Liu Li is scary, it's because everyone's heart is weak.

Like a child who did something wrong, you don't scold him, you show feelings of loss, self-reproach, pain, etc., and he gets upset as well.

“Will you tell her about Wang Yan later?” Anlu asked with interest.

“Say it!” Lin Weiwei waved his big hand, "all praised me, to death! ”

Fu Yushi couldn't help but vomit: “You can't wait to send Liu Li into the dog's claw...”

“Otherwise what? It's a shame you missed it, okay? ”

Lin Weiwei suddenly uncovered the matter. Instead, everyone was stunned. For a moment, they didn't know what to say. Suddenly there was a quiet stagnation in the bedroom.

……

Shake it, time's up in the middle of the night.

After finishing the last ice application, Lin Weiwei followed Liu to the bathroom and brushed his teeth with grinning teeth.

Spit out the foam, she suddenly turned her head and looked sincerely at Liu Li.

“If dogs are as handsome as old Han, and they make me feel that accelerating heartbeat, I think maybe today is more than touching.

I used to suggest you look at it again, and now I think this guy deserves a big love scene.

Actually, I still don't like your future, but what happened today made me realize that people still have to live in the moment. Whatever decision you make, I'll always be there for you. ”

Lin Weiwei, is still the tall, refreshing and atmospheric Lin Weiwei.

Liu Li wrote all tired, but smiled sweetly. “Don't worry, Sister Vivi, I'm not stupid. ”

That's it for communication.

……

When Wang Yan woke up the next morning, the soreness on his body was exacerbated.

According to the doctor, the next day is the worst day for pulling injuries, but as long as they are in good health, the third day begins to recover basically.

Simply do the stretching, Wang Yan observed a few traumatic injuries, feeling recovered faster than expected, already deeply scabbed.

Still reading in the morning, she couldn't go swimming in the afternoon, so Wang Yan came to the spa and asked Miss Yuanxiang for a relaxing massage.

In massage and chatting, Wang Yan discovered another novelty--

Due to its constant strength and finger strength, while paying great attention to the care of the hands, the hand muscles are extremely elastic and the palm pattern is extremely shallow, so the small hand is much slipperier than the normal woman.

Well, actually, two words can summarise -- comfortable!

Actually, there are more comfortable things to write about.

According to Wang Yanxiang's observation, Miss Yuanxiang seems happy to offer a higher level of massage to certain specific clients.

With the magnificence of her little hands and her grasp of the points, methods and sensitivities, it must be an indescribable experience.

However, Wang Yan didn't think of anything, I dare not... Awwwww! I'm not interested.

Head massage, ear removal, pox squeeze, if you want to crook, consciously go to the face wall.

At 4: 30 p.m., Wu Fanlin arrived downstairs and took Wang Yan out.

Once we met, the dude started rapping again.

“Hey, Dawan, how are you doing today? Anything interesting happen? Is the wound still hurting? ”

“Brother, yesterday you were awesome, from the bridge to the North Sea, you got a lot of brotherly worship. ”

“Brother, a lot of my sisters shot your tape yesterday, and when they looked at you, I suspected they were stuck in a sea. ”

“Brother, please hand over your microsignal. The big bear PG of that sister is really covered...”

Skr!

Dude, you didn't leave that bowl with a wide face head for nothing!

Wang Yan was shaking his head at the rhythm and suddenly reacted. He was shocked.

Holy shit!

Who's so cheap, why are you filming me?

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I'm not lying to you, I'm actually a wood rapper.