Chapter 114: Extras (Nothing to do with the text)

Xie Yuchen and the others hurried over, and the stuffy oil bottle finally reacted, took his eyes off the ceiling, looked at them, and even said first: "Money." ”

When Xie Yuchen was still more than a dozen steps away from the stuffy oil bottle, he stopped in a hurry and said to the guys around him: "Let's all disperse, tell the heads of the families, it's okay." ”

Hearing Xie Yuchen's words, the guys who were originally around turned into birds and beasts, and poured out of the hospital with his message.

The surroundings finally returned to quiet, and Xie Yuchen looked at them from afar. I saw the princess of the stuffy oil bottle hugging, holding a quilt roll with a dotted pattern, which faintly revealed a slightly red face, I couldn't see who it was, but how could the people close to them not recognize it, except for Wu Xie inside, who else could, be held by the dumb Zhang on the road, the last Qiling of the Zhang family, the unicorn of the Hades detour, in such a strange posture.

Wang Fatzi rushed to the side of the stuffy oil bottle with an arrow, he cautiously glanced at Wu Xie wrapped in the quilt roll, he usually talks a lot, but in this situation, Tai really doesn't know how to speak.

Wang Fatzi glanced at the black glasses, the black glasses looked up and down the stuffy oil bottle, after a few thoughts, risking being beaten by the stuffy oil bottle on the spot, hippie smiled evilly and asked: "Dumb, are you directly making the little third master of the Wu family stunned?" ”

The entire hospital fell silent, and Li Tuan and Su Wan were immediately petrified, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into it so that they could avoid the center of the storm.

Syllable!

Xie Yuchen turned around and shook the black glasses in his mouth, if it weren't for the sturdy sunglasses themselves, he would have almost been pulled out of the face of the black glasses by Xie Yuchen.

"Ouch!" Black glasses covered his face, and a pig-killing cry sounded.

The stuffy oil bottle frowned slightly, he covered Wu Xie's ears with both hands, and several eye knives flew out, and the world was finally quiet.

Wang Fatzi glared at the black glasses, even if he was a little naΓ―ve, he was really stunned by the little brother, he couldn't say it so directly, Xiao Jiuye was a naΓ―ve bamboo horse and his mother's family, and he couldn't figure out that the Xie family and the Zhang family secretly had to compare and compare.

Wang Fatzi forced out an ugly smile and asked, "Little brother, what's going on?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at them strangely and said, "Wu Xie can faint when he sits?" How did I not know before? ”

The black glasses covered his face, and he said in a weird way: "You didn't do it before." ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at the dark glasses strangely, with a look of sudden realization, remembering that he was at home before, he shouldn't let Wu Xie sit on the sofa, he should go back to the house and lie down early, and said, "Lie down next time." ”

This time, everyone was not calm, and many kinds of restrictive pictures scrambled in their minds and poured out arrogantly. Wang Fatzi was the first to leave, he took out a thick wallet from his arms, and said to the registration department: "Hang a general department." ”

Xie Yuchen rushed over, slapped Wang Fatzi aside, and said domineeringly: "The hospital is all covered, count it in mine!" ”

The black glasses looked at the two who were more domineering than the other, and the ruffian sat next to the stuffy oil bottle, and asked with a wicked smile: "Seeing that you have a good complexion, presumably the third master of the Wu family takes good care of you, don't you have anything to feel about?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle was stunned for a moment, and thought about it seriously, although Wu Xie's family is not a mansion, but it is better to be warm, these days have been with Wu Xie, and he will not feel bored, Wu Xie has always been a very good person to get along with, with a good temper, will take care of people, after ten years of separation, some tacit understanding is not only not unfamiliar, but more and more compatible.

The dark glasses didn't answer when they saw the stuffy oil bottle, but the lines of their faces were obviously stretched, and they knew that although they didn't say something, the dumb man was very clear in his heart.