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She couldn't imagine what kind of ending Tang Tian could have in the future.

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The weather was getting colder, Fu Tingyuan stood up from the bench and took Luo Nanchu's hand.

"Let's go."

The warmth of his palm brought her a hint of warmth.

She snuggled into his arms and was carried by him in the direction of the parking lot.

It was almost eleven o'clock when they returned home, and Luo Yi and Guoguo had already slept.

She ate a little supper in the company of Fu Tingyuan, and then went into the bathroom to wash.

After taking a bath, she walked out and said to Fu Tingyuan, "You go take a bath." ”

The man had already taken off his windbreaker jacket, and he was only wearing a thin shirt, just because he had scuffled with Xiao Fengting just now, and the white shirt was also rubbed all over the dust.

When Fu Tingyuan went to take a bath, Luo Nanchu went out and asked the maid to get a little safflower oil to reduce swelling.

The man came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe, and Luo Nanchu sat on the edge of the bed and raised his chin at him: "Come here." ”

Fu Tingyuan glanced at the things in her hand, a little disgusted, disgusted by the bad taste.

Luo Nanchu gave him a fierce look: "How old are you, don't be so naïve, okay?" ”

Fu Tingyuan walked over: "You said that I will go out with this smell tomorrow, and others will not think that my waist is bad?" ”

Luo Nanchu was a little speechless: "What kind of inexplicable idol burden are you?" ”

"I just don't want people to misunderstand my abilities."

Luo Nanchu raised his hand and patted the bed: "Lie down!" ”

Ability? What abilities? I really don't know what the hell he has in his head all day!

Fu Tingyuan didn't have many bruises on his body, but there were a lot of red and swollen places, his skin was fair, and the bruises looked particularly obvious.

Luo Nanchu looked at the large black green on his waist that was kicked by Xiao Fengting, gasped, and reached out and pressed: "It doesn't hurt?" ”

Fu Tingyuan grabbed her finger and kissed it: "This little injury will be healed in two days." It doesn't hurt. ”

Just now, the corners of my lips were broken and I said it hurt, but now half of my waist is blue and I still say it doesn't hurt.

Luo Nanchu didn't say anything, poured safflower oil and put it in his palm to heat it, and went to gently rub the blood for him.

The injured place felt very hot to the touch, and he didn't know how much it hurt, but he was fine, and he didn't say a word, obviously the hospital was nearby, and he didn't know how to take a look.

Sometimes Luo Nanchu really felt that Fu Tingyuan didn't feel pain to a different degree than ordinary people.

Luo Nanchu lowered his eyes and carefully medicated him, his expression was not very good-looking.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her little face that looked a little depressed and sad, reached out and gently pinched her chin, and raised his eyes to look at her.

Luo Nan's first eyelashes were raised, his eyes looked red, and when he saw Fu Tingyuan looking at her, he sniffed and glared at him viciously: "What are you doing!" ”

The man didn't speak, just raised his lips and laughed, as if she was amusing the way she looked.

She was so angry that she wanted to beat him.

This guy who doesn't know whether to live or die!

The man reached out and pinched her wrist, and pulled her into his arms at once, Luo Nanchu didn't dare to touch the wound on his body, and he didn't care about rejecting him, he relaxed his body and let him hug him, "What are you doing!" ”

The man lowered his head and took a bite of her neck: "Share the smell of safflower oil on my body." ”

Luo Nanchu was bitten by him and trembled, and he was simply angry.

She didn't expect this guy with a brain to be beaten like this, and she was still in the mood to think about this kind of thing.

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