I felt a little dizzy lying like this, and I touched my stomach, and the only thing I was thankful for was that it barely had any discomfort. For such a strong child as Liwang, how good would it be if he could stay? I guess we won't want to go out for a while, or should I discuss it with Fanyin? Just as he was thinking about what language he should use to convince Fanyin, he had already entered. I tried to get up, but I didn't have the strength to look at him. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a blank face, put my wrist up first, then held my palm, and said, "Maybe it's not broken yet." "I hear it break." He glanced over: "Do I understand or do you understand?" "I didn't say anything. He wrapped gauze around my palm and said, "Don't move, go out to the hospital and deal with it." "Oh." "If it hurts, take some pain-free tablets." He threw a box of pills out. After the dislocation resolved, it was slightly less painful. I asked, "Can I help you get the bullets?" "Will you?" He sneered. "I won't, but I can do it." "Stay put." He sneered: "I'll let your concubine get it." What did he think: "He's not my concubine!" He immediately stopped sneering: "Then who is?" "It's no one, and if you really want to talk about it, it's just you." Britney is my husband, and he is also a concubine. He snorted, let go of my hand, and stood up. I asked, "Don't I have to do anything?" He glanced over: "What do you want to do?" "My hands hurt so much that I couldn't sleep." "Then get up." He sneered, "Your concubine is dying, give him some hot soup." "What the hell are you ......" he was gone. Not only did he not mention my pregnancy, but he also held on to the "concubine", as if he didn't remember the process at all, which really left me speechless. Forget it, as long as I can get out alive, I will divorce him. As for Britney, we can only blame the two of us for having no part. When I went out to cook, Pu Lan was already sitting up, but her face was still as white as a piece of wax paper. Fanyin leaned next to him, biting a towel in her mouth, her head covered in cold sweat. I couldn't help but glance at the medicine box and found that there was no anesthetic in it, and it was obvious that there was not much in stock. I looked at the bloody wound and said that it was a lie not to feel distressed. But I really couldn't help, so I could only try to avoid my face, but my mind was full of purple-red blood flowing from his arm, and my hand trembled involuntarily. These rooms may be the storehouses where Pu Lan stores food, the previous one was fruits and vegetables, and this one was seafood and meat. But the doors were built so secretly, it seems that they were also used for hiding during construction. I found a few pieces of beef and prepared to make a beef broth. Just as he was preparing the ingredients, he suddenly heard Pu Lan's voice: "Let's eat fish soup, the broth is difficult to stew." "There are no live fish." "There's a secret door next to the cooker." I listened to him go to the secret door, and he told him in the back: "You must catch it alive, don't die soon, just crucian carp!" "The secret door next to the induction cooker is transparent, and it is full of fish in a tank, some are lit, some are oxygenated, and they are really complete. I found a small crucian carp, caught a few, and when I went out, I heard Pu Lan's voice again: "Show me." "I dragged the bucket to show him, and saw that Fanyin looked at him like a psychopath. Pu Lan glanced at the fish, turned his head and continued to pull out the bullet, while saying, "It's a good choice, don't kill it first." Prepare green onions, ginger salt, and boil water. I nodded and asked, "Where's the green onion and ginger?" "The outhouse." Fanyin immediately frowned and made a few "hmm" sounds. Pu Lan also frowned: "What did he say?" "Said you can't go to the outhouse." I guess that's what I mean, and I nodded when I saw the sound of the voice. "I can go." Pu Lan threw the blood-stained bullet into the box, it seemed to take a lot of effort, sweat oozed from his forehead, and he spoke a little lightly: "I guess they can't see that door." The traditional sound continues to "Hmm". I translated for him: "He said he wasn't allowed to go. "Oh." Pu Lan also emphasized: "It's really fine. "Cumbersome is still "Hmm". "I'm not going." I said, "Just drink it, even if there is green onion and ginger, I won't make it delicious." "Okay." Pu Lan said: "Boil hot water first, and then kill the fish." Kill the fish must be gentle, just stun, don't shoot to death. There is a black membrane inside the belly of the fish, which must be removed. After that, the flower knife can be, and then heat the pan with cold oil, the oil should be hot oil, and it must be ...... on both sides" "Hmm! Fanyin turned his head as he frantically made a sound. Pu Lan frowned: "Don't move." Fanyin glared at me. I asked, "Take it out for you?" Fanyin nodded. I took out the towel from his mouth, but it hurt so much that the towel was wet. So he wiped the cold sweat on his face and asked, "What do you want to say?" "Who told you to tell my wife that?" Fanyin's lips were trembling, and he stared at Pu Lan viciously: "It's just a broken soup, just cook it!" If you don't drink, starve to death! I hurriedly said, "It's okay, he didn't say it complicated, anyway, it's all going to be cooked, so it's not troublesome." Fanyin glared at me. Pu Lan glanced at him, let go of the hand holding the gauze and said, "It's just a broken arm, don't wrap it, don't want it." I hurriedly said, "He has wrapped you up well and given you all the anesthetics, how can you do this?" "You suddenly ran into my house, and he blew up the house on your back foot." Pu Lan was obviously also angry: "Who knows if you two deliberately designed to kill me?" Fanyin also burned, and roared: "Why is my wife at your house?" "I don't understand!" Pu Lan also roared: "She ran in suddenly!" "Then you're not going to get her away?" Why lock people in basements? Fanyin asked aggressively, "Why don't you open the door for me?" "Me!" Pu Lan couldn't tell him, and turned his head to look at me: "You explain! "Indeed, you brought me here." I said to Fanyin, "Don't pretend you don't remember. Fan Yin frowned even more. I thought for a moment and cautiously asked, "Don't you really remember?" "Fanyin didn't speak." Not impressed at all? I said, "You and my husband have been fighting for a long time." Fanyin fell completely silent. Do you really not remember? Fanyin leaned on the refrigerator, closed his eyes, and said for a long time: "Less oil, the fish should be fried on both sides." Fry over high heat and bring to a hot pot. Remove from pan and add salt. I was stunned: "Britney? He opened his eyes and gave me a cold look. Pu Lan was also dumbfounded for a while, and said, "Yes, Mr. Fan also likes to cook?" "Who doesn't know how to cook home-cooked side dishes?" Pu Lan laughed: "Miss Su won't." Fanyin raised his chin and ordered, "Mrs. Fan! "Miss Sue." "I haven't been to a wedding. "The surname is Pu." Fanyin grinded the posterior molars. "Stop arguing." I asked, "When will Angelica dahurica be released?" "Don't do it!" "Just add water." They said together. Dead pervert, a handful of old age, his temper is still so bad, and he is not afraid of cerebral thrombosis. I did so, and Pu Lan was still emphasizing when I photographed the fish: "Don't shoot to death!" "Whatever he does, I don't know what it means to be dead or faint. I'm just one hand, and it's inconvenient to remove the scales, and I'm thinking about how to get the fish stuck. The knife was taken away. It's a traditional sound. Although it was thickly wrapped, the gauze on his arm was still oozing blood. But as if nothing had happened, he quickly removed the scales and threw them into the basin of water. I hurriedly ran to wash, and Pu Lan got up again, limped over, and said, "Get out of the way, I'll do it." I said, "I'll do it." You're both like that. "Fuck off." Shizune glared at me. I looked at him. "I think you'd better go out and steal some green onions and ginger." Pu Lan said with a bitter face: "Otherwise, I really can't drink it." Fanyin glanced at him: "Go by yourself." While throwing the fish into the basin. Pu Lan had to limp to the door, and I hurriedly said, "Don't go, what if the police come?" "Let him go." Fanyin said: "If you have to eat the severed head, I won't stop him." Pu Lan glanced at him: "This is my territory." Fanyin sneered: "Remember to tell Tiaozi that my wife was arrested." Pu Lan turned her head and said, "Don't worry! "I'm annoyed, and I don't know how old these two people are. Isn't this juncture about cooperation? What kind of quarrel? I didn't know who to help, so I just stood where I was. As soon as there is nothing to do, the pain in the hand becomes clearer. After a while, I heard a voice say, "Come here." "I've gotten away." "Come here." He repeated those two words. I walked over, and before I could speak, he shook suddenly. I hurriedly held him up, and found that his face was pale. I was immediately startled and asked, "What's wrong?" Is the wound painful again? "Help me for a moment." He whispered. "Then I'll do it!" I hurriedly said, "I'll help you go and lie down for a while." As he spoke, he touched his head, and it was hot! He didn't speak, and I urged him a few more times, but he didn't let go of the kitchen knife until he finished changing the fish. I hurriedly helped him into the back room, and when I ran out to get the medicine box, I saw that Pu Lan had returned, holding a large pile of vegetables in her arms. There was only one box of fever reducers, and I hurriedly asked, "Do you have a fever?" "Nope." Pu Lan asked, "Does he have a fever?" "Hmm." Then I'll take it all to Fanyin. This book is drunk and updated Baidu search ☆ + than + When I turned around, I heard Pu Lan whisper: "It's so delicate." "I took my temperature and found that the traditional sound was already 39 degrees, and taking the bullet was also a minor operation, so it was difficult to judge whether it was a postoperative infection or a common cold. There was no emergency at the moment, so I had to give him cold medicine and cover him with a quilt. As soon as he wanted to get up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by him. I was about to pull away when I suddenly saw him open his eyes. As soon as the person is sick, his eyes are also dull, and his weak appearance is a bit like my Britney: "Really pregnant?" "I don't know." Now taking care of each other is based on the need for survival, and I have not and do not intend to forgive him. He clenched my wrist and waited a few seconds before changing to a new question: "Did it with him?" I asked, "What basis do you have for that?" He looked at me weakly and did not speak. Happy reading every day (Education 123 Network) "He has another side" only represents the author's point of view, if you find that its content violates the national law and contradicts the content, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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