Although he knew in his heart that Su Mochen was most likely pretending, Fu Xiaoman couldn't help but come back early in the morning to find herbs and fry a large pot.

When Fu Xiaoman pushed open the door, Su Mochen was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, holding a bandage in one hand, bandaging himself with difficulty.

Fu Xiaoman hurriedly put down the medicine bowl in his hand and walked to the bed, "Are you really injured?" Then you lied to me yesterday! ......

Chapter 92 of "The Farmer's Blessed Wife: The Black-bellied Female Protagonist Hangs" Chapter 92 Ups and downs, you accompany me Plus more~1 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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