Chapter 67: I don't like that he has women around him 3

Zhuo Junyue didn't expect that this little thing would dare to escape from his arms.

At this time, she did this, it was like killing him, wasn't she afraid of holding him out?

At this moment, Zhuo Junyue hated that her eyes couldn't see, otherwise, would she have a chance to escape?

"Baby, be obedient, come back to the little uncle."

The tone of his speech, to Suningyan's ears, was like a big bad wolf, trying to coax Little Red Riding Hood to eat him obediently.

Suningyan took a few steps back and lay on the back of the sofa, "I don't want it, you lie to me, I'm not fooled." ”

Zhuo Junyue clenched his teeth, "Good, little uncle won't lie to you, come here." ”

"I don't want to, you always bully me, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

Zhuo Junyue couldn't bear it anymore, "Little niece, let the little uncle catch you, and guarantee that you won't get out of bed for a week, come over quickly." ”

"Don't ......"

Zhuo Junyue suddenly got up from the bed and tried to get her back.

However, he couldn't see with his eyes, and as soon as he took a few steps, he slammed into the large vase that was placed on the side.

Suningyan was startled, completely forgot what he had just said, and immediately ran to him.

"Little uncle, am I okay?"

Zhuo Junyue stretched out to her waist and imprisoned him in his arms, "Little goblin, at a young age, you know how to grind, this time, you are dead." ”

Suningyan touched his forehead, a little distressed, if it weren't for her, Zhuo Junyue wouldn't have hit the vase.

"Little uncle, do you have a pain in your forehead?"

"Hmph, you little goblin, little uncle hurts more here."

After speaking, Zhuo Junyue took her hand and pressed it to his pants, and directly made Suning cigarettes on the carpet.

Fortunately, the carpet in the room, the maid came up every day to clean it, and I didn't feel dirty when I lay on it.

Suningyan lay on the ground, although he was very tired, he still apologized seriously.

"Little uncle, I'm sorry just now, I won't dare to do it again, as soon as you stretch out your hand, I will be by your side."

Ning Yan felt a little guilty, knowing that he couldn't see with his eyes now, and bullied him, feeling that he was so bad.

"That's good, don't worry, the little uncle is fine."

Zhuo Junyue is in a good mood now, and with this little thing saying such intimate words, his mood is even better.

Even the depressed mood that was temporarily invisible to the eyes was swept away because of this little thing.

"It was so loud just now, does it hurt?"

Ning Yan stood up sideways and looked at his forehead carefully.

He already had a blood clot in his head, and if he hit it again, something went wrong, and she would definitely not forgive herself.

"It doesn't hurt, it's fine."

"Little uncle, I heard such a bang just now, I'm so scared, I'm afraid that the blood clot in your head may be affected. You can finally see a little bit, what if it affects you? ”

The more Suningyan thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she cried all of a sudden.

Zhuo Junyue frowned slightly, he didn't blame her, he didn't say a word heavy, why did he cry?

He hurriedly hugged the person into his arms, "Why are you crying?" Isn't that good, little uncle? Well? ”

"Is it really okay? Does it really not hurt? Do you feel dizzy in your head? Why don't you have Dr. Shao come over and check it out? ”

"Good, don't cry, the little uncle is really fine, if you bump it, it won't affect the blood clots." Maybe, it will also help the blood clot disappear, you are my little lucky star. ”

In the past, Zhuo Junyue would never believe that one day, he would coax a little woman like this.

"Don't lie to me, if you feel uncomfortable, just say, don't bear it."

Su Ningyan saw his headache, and he was really scared.

The doctor said that if the blood clot does not disappear and worsens, in addition to affecting vision, there may be other sequelae.

Zhuo Junyue couldn't cry or laugh a little, however, listening to her little thing's words, a trace of warmth surged in his heart.