When Kunlun and Linglu arrived, Xiang Ju was sitting in the living room of the hospital room, smoking silently.

Zero Lu doesn't understand why a person who was fine yesterday has a stroke today? And after a stroke, the appearance of smoking is still handsome and sultry.

She took the first step towards Xiang Ju: "Brother Xiang, I haven't seen you for a day, how can you say that you have a stroke and a stroke?" ”

Xiang Ju glanced at her - this girl and Kunlun are really inseparable.

"Why are you here too?"

"It's a medical miracle, it's the first time I've seen a stroke patient speak so fluently and clearly."

Xiang Ju took another puff of cigarette and turned his head to look at Ling Lu: "I have other miracles, do you want to see them?" ”

Kunlun, who seems to have been treated as air, just wants to be vaporized in situ, who told Brother Zero Lu that he had a stroke? Is it appropriate for her to come up and just look for him to find a random disease and button up his hat?

And the guy who sits on the sofa and smokes, people say that you have a stroke, and you don't have the right temper at all?

Seeing that Ling Lu was about to say something even more untouchable, Kunlun stopped him again and again: "Lulu, Brother Xiang is not sick in the brain." ”

"Not sick? Where is the illness that asks you to come here in the middle of the night? ”

Li Hao, who was eating melons on the side, said: "...... Miss Linglu, Mr. Xiang, has a little itch on his body. ”

Ling Lu nodded suddenly in realization, and then looked at Xiang Ju with a wicked smile: "It turned out to be a skin disease." Well, well, see a brain doctor for skin diseases...... Do you say that you don't have a brain disease? ”

Kunlun and Li Hao's whole faces turned a little frightened, they knew that she was talking so big or small, so they shouldn't have brought it over.

Xiang Ju elegantly snuffed out the cigarette butt and said leisurely: "Yes, so, if I do something worthy of the word 'psychopathy', you must not blame me." Because, it's useless. ”

Zero Lu: "......" because it's useless? What do you mean? So pragmatic?

After the two of them finished scolding each other, Kunlun began to check on Xiang Ju.

The more I checked, the thicker the black line came out of Kunlun's head.

In addition to the two obvious scars on his shoulders and waist, the skin on his body can be described as smooth and delicate, and he can be broken by blowing, and he can't see anything unusual at all.

Moreover, since Kunlun came in, when did Brother Xiang have any "scratching" moves? Not at all well!

Originally, he was not very professional, and with such unwavering "symptoms" as Brother Xiang, he was simply going to suffocate Kunlun.

While Xiang Ju got up to go to the toilet, Kunlun finally couldn't help but say to Li Hao on the side: "Li Zhu, Brother Xiang's skin is not sick, I don't see anything wrong." ”

Li Zhu: "No, because of skin problems, Mr. Xiang didn't sleep all night last night." ”

"What caused that? What did he do before he went home yesterday? ”

Li Zhu shook his head, also looking confused: "He wore a set of clothes that he made out of nowhere yesterday, and I suspect that the clothes made him allergic...... The sign looked very rough, and I didn't see Mr. Xiang pass through it...... The maid at home said that it was similar to the clothes found at the stall.

You say it's not funny, Mr. Xiang has always only worn handmade customization, how can he wear clothes that are casually found...... I guess it must have been the master who made the clothes on his mind. I also said to check it, but Mr. Xiang didn't let me, I don't know what ecstasy the person who made his clothes fed him, and he is not clear. ”