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Tang Ji fell to the ground because of the sudden pain, but only thirty seconds later, Tang Ji got up like a collapse, sat on the ground and twisted against the cabinet, he didn't feel the pain, he was completely numb, not just the wound, but the whole arm, the spray was very irritating. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tang Ji raised his arm, gasped and looked at his palm, which was about to lose consciousness, his eyes fell on the wound, and a slight smile rose on his face.

It was all worth it, not only did the wound stop bleeding completely, but it also formed a gelatinous substance between the wounds, which was the result that Tang Ji wanted, the presence of this substance, which could promote the healing of the wound.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, it was already dark, and Don Guy returned to his residence.

As soon as he entered the door, Tang Ji, who wanted to hang his hat on the hanger, suddenly weakened his legs and fell to the ground with a thud at the moment of a slight step on his feet.

"Oh God, I fell again...... Dear ......" Christine, who had just come out of the bathroom, ran to Tang Ji with a shout, and soon reached the door, standing up straight with Tang Ji who was stumbling up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Don Guy motioned for Christine to pick up the crutches for him, and said at the same time.

Christine picked up the crutches she had thrown aside and gave them to Don Quixy, while Monica and Maniela, who were in the kitchen and heard the movement, entered the hall.

"Baby, are you okay?"

"Dear ......"

The two hurriedly walked to Tang Ji's side, looked up and down, left and right with concern, and Tang Ji shook his head. He smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay." You have to get used to it. As he spoke, Don Guy walked slowly to the couch on crutches, and Christine helped him by the side.

"What are you going to eat today?" Tang Ji asked with a smile.

"Fresh halibut delivered in the morning...... And potato salad......" Maniela replied.

"Good, you guys go, don't surround me, I'm not that vulnerable." Tang Ji sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and waved his hand at the two women.

Monica and Maniela looked at each other and immediately leaned over and kissed Don Guy on the lips. Then the companion walked to the kitchen, and Monica turned back and said, "It won't be long, twenty minutes." ”

"Uh-huh!" Tang Ji nodded in response.

The two women returned to the kitchen, and as soon as they entered the door, Monica suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, walked quickly to the cutting board, and held the cutting board. Looking down, it looks like you want to cry.

"He's going to be fine, okay? Don't, he should have seen it. Maniela walked up to Monica's side, put her hand on Monica's shoulder, squeezed it gently, and whispered comfort.

Inside the hall. Tang Ji looked at Christine, who was sitting next to him and was rubbing his legs, and asked softly, "What about my daughter?" ”

"I'm tired of playing, I just slept, she's not well-behaved, and she can make more trouble than me." Christine pouted. It seems to be a complaint.

Don Guy smiled and hugged Christine on the forehead and kissed it. He chuckled, "She's only half a year old." ”

"Oh!" Chris obediently responded, got up and walked to the other side of Don Ji and sat down, hugged Tang Ji's right leg in his arms, kneaded it gently, kept his head down, and looked very hard.

"Don't be busy, I'm fine, go help them!" Tang Ji pushed Christine's hand, retracted his legs, looked at Christine, and smiled softly.

"They won't let me in." Christine glanced at the kitchen door and said in a disgruntled tone.

"Why?" Tang Ji asked curiously.

"I broke two plates just now, isn't it just two plates, what's ......" Christine's voice became quieter and quieter.

"Haha...... You're really ......" Don Ji hugged Christine's shoulder and laughed, shaking his head slightly, he didn't know what to say, Christine is not the kind of girl who is very stupid, but she is always a clumsy big bad thing in the kitchen, as far as Don Ji knows, this is not the first time.

"Are you tired?" Christine leaned on Donji's shoulder and looked up and asked.

Tang Ji looked down and pecked Christine on the lips and smiled, "Some." ”

"Would you like to relax?" Christine smiled sly and whispered.

"What?" Tang Ji also lowered his voice and asked with a smile.

"Shh Christine made a silent gesture to Don Guy, turned her head and glanced at the kitchen door, then turned around, put her hand on Don Guy's waist, and skillfully unbuttoned Don Guy's belt, and then opened Don Guy's trouser chain and grabbed it in......

It didn't take long for Christine, who was sitting next to Tang Ji, to lean over and lower her head, her small mouth as open as possible, up and down......

Tang Ji took a deep breath, put his hand on Christine's back, gently stroked Christine's neck twice, untied the black strap on Christine's neck, and then reached down with his hand and reached into Christine's chest......

The hall began to fill the hall with strange chirps, like gluttonous girls eating ice cream.

Eight minutes later, Don Ji grabbed Christine's hair with his hand, pressed down on his body and shook it a few times, then collapsed on the sofa and let out a heavy breath.

"Ahem!" Christine coughed, covered her mouth and stood up, running to the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water and gargling came from the bathroom, and a minute later, Christine walked out of the bathroom with a wet towel while wiping her mouth, came to Tang Ji's side, leaned over and helped Tang Ji clean up seriously, and helped Tang Ji pull his trouser chain and tie his belt.

Tang Ji's eyes kept looking at Christine, and a faint smile always hung on his face.

"Relaxed?" Christine snuggled up beside Don Guy and asked in a whisper.

"I'm more tired." Tang Ji smiled, and pretended to be weak.

"That'...... Is it comfortable? Christine asked again in a long voice.

"Of course." Tang Ji nodded, reached out and pinched Christine's face, and gently tugged rhythmically and said, "Baby, you are the best." ”

At dinner, Don Ji, who had been eating dinner silently, suddenly looked up at Monica across the table, and said softly: "I'm going to Hillary in a while, and I'll be back very late, don't wait for me." ”

This sentence is obviously just asking Monica, and no one else.

Monica lowered her head, slowly cut the flounder into pieces, forked a piece and put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, and then raised her head to look at Tang Ji, looked at it lightly, and after concentrating slightly, she lowered her head and responded: "Hmm! ”

The two of them are in a very strange stage, they usually talk, they care, and they can **, but they just can't get warm, and they always feel bland.

After the meal, Don Guy left his residence, stationed on crutches and escorted by several tall armed fighters to Hillary's residence, where Clinton still lived in an underground military base.

After sending Don Ji out, Maniela had just returned to the table when she heard a "pop" and a plate fell to the ground and shattered.

Christine's hand holding the plate shook for a moment, she thought it was herself again, but after squinting slightly, she noticed that there was no shortage of plates in her hand, and after turning her head slightly, she saw a broken porcelain dinner plate on the ground at Monica's feet.

Monica stood at the dining table, her face was ugly, she would never do this because she broke a plate, she just broke the plate by mistake, she looked full of thoughts, her eyes blinked twice, and her eyes were inexplicably red.

"Honey, go rest, let's clean up." Maniela walked up to Monica, grabbed Monica's hand, and put her arm on Monica's shoulder, trying to get Monica, who seemed to be in a bad mood, to leave.

Monica twisted her shoulders and shook Maniella's hand away, then grabbed the plate on the table and slammed it to the ground.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……

There was a clatter of shattering objects, and Monica quickly smashed everything on the table that could be dropped, littering the ground with debris.

Maniela closed her eyes, her face sad, and she didn't know how to convince her.

Christine stood to the side, looking frightened, ducking behind Maniela.

Monica suddenly crouched down, hugged her knees with her arms, buried her head in it, and cried bitterly!

Seven days later, on October 31, Halloween Eve, at noon, in Hillary's office.

Hillary sat in the boss's chair, subconsciously turning the ballpoint pen in her hand, looking at the woman across the table with her eyes scrutinizing, without saying a word.

She was waiting for the other party to speak, and as Don Guy said, Monica really came, it seems, to negotiate. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )