It was completely dark, and the street lights outside the villa were lit up.

The light changed, and Huo Liting could finally see the girl's face clearly through the light.

The emaciated melon seed has heavy makeup painted on his face, and he can't see the original appearance clearly, and at first glance he looks like a dummy in a paper shop.

Huo Liting's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he twisted his eyebrows and looked away, "What?"

The seemingly calm tone revealed a bit of expectation that even he hadn't noticed.

His illness is not a day or two, he has seen countless Chinese and Western medicines, and in such a short period of time, this girl who looks ugly and stupid is the first.

Wen Sinuan tilted his head and let go of Huo Liting's hand.

She pushed her glasses and smiled, revealing a sandwich's ketchup: "I remember, they said that my husband is in a wheelchair and is a sick man, you can't be my husband, right?"

Huo Liting's eyebrows moved slightly.

Didn't you see his condition?

It's good.

Where there is no hope, there is no disappointment.

The man's eyes sank, and his face relaxed, "It's not hopelessly stupid." ”

The word "stupid", he bit very lightly.

"Hey, hey. Wen Sannuan smiled and got up to put the sandwich aside.

She found the headlight in the kitchen and turned it on, turned around and took out a roll of needle belt from her clothes and shook it in front of Huo Liting, "Uncle, they said that your illness is pretended, let me prick a needle for you." ”

As soon as the words fell, she had already taken out a silver needle from the needle belt and played with it with her plain white fingertips.

The extremely thin and long silver needle glows with a cold glow in the bright light.

Huo Liting's cold eyes suddenly froze, and his voice was cold: "Who are they?"

Wen Sinuan blinked innocently: "It's my family!

Wen family!

Huo Liting's hands on the armrests were a little harder, and the green tendons on the back of his hands exploded.

Wen Sinuan shook the needle in front of Huo Liting's eyes again: "You have to let me prick it! Otherwise, I can only tell them that you are pretending to be sick......

After a pause, Wen Sinuan's eyes turned red, and he pursed his lips aggrievedly: "If I don't report to them, my dad will break my leg." ”

The voice was soft and glutinous, as if it was full of endless helplessness and grievances.

Is this necessary to stab him?

Huo Liting's face darkened and he didn't say a word.

Seeing that he didn't object, Wen Sinuan wiped away her non-existent tears, raised her head and grinned at him: "Uncle, you're so nice, then I'll do it!" Don't worry, I'm very light, if you hurt, you can shout softly, I'll stop, okay?"

After speaking, she leaned over and grabbed Huo Liting's trouser leg.

The man's slender and straight legs are presented in front of him, with strong muscles and well-proportioned lines.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a perennially paralyzed leg.

Wen Sinuan raised her hand slightly, and plunged the long silver needle into his thigh at once.

She immediately asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Huo Liting's legs were motionless, and there were no waves on his face.

"Then I'll try again. Wen Sinuan took out a silver needle again and stabbed it into his knee.

"Do you feel it?"

Every time she dropped a stitch, she asked him.

But in response to her, it was always the man's immobility and silence.

It didn't take long for Huo Liting's legs to be covered with silver needles from thighs to ankles, like two hedgehogs stretched and placed side by side.

Wen Sinuan put aside the empty needle belt as if she was a little unwilling, and bent down to massage Huo Liting's legs.

But no matter whether she was beating a hammer or pinching and pinching, Huo Liting always sat firmly like a bell and did not move.

"There's no response to this?Hey, it seems that you're not pretending, you're really crippled!"

Half an hour later, Wen Sinuan straightened up and shook his sour hand loudly.

There was disappointment on his face.

Huo Liting sneered: "What, they really hope I'm not a cripple?"

Wen Sinuan immediately shook her head into a rattle: "Of course they want you to be lame! They said, I'm a fool, you're a cripple, we're a perfect match! Hehe! If you're not lame, how can I be worthy of you?"

The knot between Huo Liting's eyebrows almost caught a fly.

He was sure that the girl was not your average silly.

It's a real retard!

"Hehe, I'm kidding you!" Wen Sinuan grinned, inferior powder makeup shaking on her face, "You're my husband, of course I don't want you to be in a wheelchair forever." I studied Chinese medicine with my grandparents, and I will help you with acupuncture and massage in the future, and I will cure you. ”

She winked at him with confidence on her face, her exaggerated false eyelashes flickering, bulky and greasy.

Huo Liting lowered his eyes and looked at the dense silver needles on his legs, and coughed lightly: "Then I will die faster." ”

His tone was sarcastic, but Wen Sinuan was not annoyed at all.

She explained seriously: "No, I really learned. ”

As she spoke, she squatted down and took off the needles on Huo Liting's legs one by one, and while disinfecting and inserting them back into the needle belt, she showed off: "The villagers in ten miles and eight towns know that they also gave me a nickname, called Little Divine Doctor!"

Little Miracle Doctor?

The god stick is pretty much the same!

Huo Liting was cold in his heart, and when she finished taking the needle, he immediately drove the wheelchair away.

"Hey, you're waiting for me!" Wen Sinuan put away the needle belt, picked up the sandwich on the table, and chased it while biting.

The cold man's wheelchair suddenly stopped, and she didn't have time to react, so she kicked on the wheel, jumping and baring her teeth in pain.

"Don't follow me. Huo Liting didn't look back, his arrogant back was indifferent to people.

Wen Sinuan gasped and shook her feet, justifiably, "I don't follow you, how can I supervise you?" Besides, they said, I want to sleep with you. ”

Huo Liting's wheelchair stopped and choked again.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would really have wondered if this woman named Wen Sinuan was a woman.

The words of sharing a bed and pillowing are not ashamed at all when they come out of her mouth?

In the end, Huo Liting still asked Wen Sinuan to follow the elevator and enter the room.

"You first?" he frowned impatiently, and raised his hand to point in the direction of the bathroom, motioning for her to wash up.

"No, no, you go first, I'll remove these messy headdresses first. Wen Sinuan remembered the deliberately ugly makeup on her face, and smiled slightly.

Huo Liting didn't speak anymore and drove the wheelchair into the bathroom.

Soon, there was the sound of rushing water inside.

Wen Sinuan stared at the door for a while, and her eyes behind the lenses became clearer and clearer.

The results of the pulse diagnosis and injection on him just now were not good.

Not to mention that his legs are numb and unconscious, and the function of his whole internal organs is not sound, and there are more or less problems.

In particular, her lungs have been coughing all year round and have fallen into very bad lesions.

I really married a husband who was on the verge of a break in both hardware and software.

Wen Sinuan sighed slowly.

To make matters worse, he didn't remember who she was.