Ye Zhilu raised his eyes and saw that Wu Yangyang had really arrested the little nurse.

It's just that the little nurse's gaze looks a little flustered.

"Do I know?" Ye Zhilu's brows furrowed.

Wu Yangyang smacked his lips and sighed knowingly: "The makeup technique is really a plastic surgery technique, and it fooled both of us at the same time." ”

"Do you know, you're familiar with this person." After Wu Yangyang finished speaking, he reached out and quickly tore off the little nurse's mask.

Ye Zhilu saw the face under the mask, his pupils dilated suddenly, and his facial features gradually became stiff.

She looked back at the drip bottle above her head, and then at Lu Meihe, who was imprisoned by Wu Yangyang, and immediately understood what was going on!

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhilu lifted the quilt, hurriedly got off the bed, walked quickly to Lu Meihe, and reached out to lift Lu Meihe's indignant face.

"Shouldn't you have found a conscience and come to see me?"

Lu Meihe glared at Ye Zhiwei and said, "What?" Isn't that possible? ”

Wu Yangyang laughed all his life, stepped forward to take off the newly replaced drip bottle, and shook it in front of Lu Meihe.

"Yes, but you can come empty-handed, what kind of gifts do you bring?"

Seeing this, Lu Meihe's face was occupied by a miserable white look little by little.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand it at all. ”

Wu Yangyang shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant.

"I didn't say anything, I just wanted to take this bottle of drip and test it."

Lu Meihe stared at the bottle of drips, and her breathing became heavy.

"You go to the test, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

With that, Lu Meihe was about to leave in a blink of an eye.

Ye Zhiwan grabbed her, Lu Meihe took out a fruit knife from the pocket of the nurse's uniform, and waved it at Ye Zhiwan without saying anything.

"You let go of me!"

In order to avoid the swinging knife, Ye Zhilu subconsciously let go.

But his wrist still grazed the tip of the knife and made a cut.

Seeing this, Wu Yangyang immediately got angry, she snapped the drip bottle in her hand and put it on the table, stepped forward in three or two steps, raised her hand to round her arm, and slapped Lu Meihe in the face!

Lu Meihe covered her face and was dizzy by Wu Yangyang's hard slap.

Wu Yangyang quickly grabbed Lu Meihe's wrist, pinched it hard, Lu Meihe gasped in pain, and a soft knife slipped from the palm of his hand, Wu Yangyang took advantage of the situation to hold the handle of the knife, turned his backhand, and pointed at Lu Meihe's chin with the tip of the knife.

"Lu Meihe, you're capable, aren't you? Even knives are used, aren't they? ”

Seeing this, Lu Meihe couldn't help but tremble all over her body.

"Let it go...... Let me go......" Lu Meihe even became very weak in her ability to speak.

"Didn't I let you go once a few years ago? Do you want to make a pair? ”

Lu Meihe was so frightened that tears came to her eyes, and they fell on the hands of Wu Yang and Ye Zhiyi, this time I am afraid that it will really be over.

"Please......"

Wu Yangyang was impatient when he heard this, and slashed at Lu Meihe's acupuncture point.

Suddenly, Lu Meihe rolled her eyes and fainted.

"Go away, don't hit you."

Wu Yangyang hurriedly pulled Ye Zhilu to take a step back, and watched Lu Meihe fall to the ground.

"Just let her lie on the ground, it's really noisy, I'll take this bottle of drip to test, you look at her."

"Okay." Ye Zhilu nodded in response, lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Meihe, who had passed out on the ground.