Jingrou stared at Fang Bin sitting on the ground suspiciously for a while, feeling that his attitude was indeed very serious, not like a joke, and besides, it was impossible for him to save himself desperately just now, even if others didn't know that she still knew in her heart.

So Jingrou walked to Fang Bin's side again, shook her head a little helplessly, squatted down and looked at his legs and said worriedly: "Okay, I believe you are injured, you don't have to swear!" Which leg is it, does it hurt, does it hurt the bones? What if it really hurts the bones? ”

Fang Binli......

"My Forty Years of Footsteps" (183) really can't take him is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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