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sick boy(2/2)

Oh, this is Lao Yan from the Finance Department. How many points do you have to say in high school composition?

After seeing off the large army, Zhou Qiao returned to the ward and closed the door and smiled violently.

Lu Hanxiao crossed his legs and lay on the bed shaking his five toes, "I've laughed enough, so I poured a glass of water for my brother. After talking for a long time, I'm so thirsty."

Zhou Qiao got up and walked over, poured water for him and asked, "Is this the same thing you are in the company for a meeting?"

"It's almost the same." Lu Hanxiao opened his mouth, "Hey me."

"..." Zhou Qiao reluctantly sent the water cup to his lips. Lu Hanxiao lowered his head and drank for a long time, frowned and asked, "What kind of water is this?"

"What's wrong?" Mr. Lu, why are you dissatisfied?

"This is too sweet!" Lu Hanxiao suddenly changed his face and smiled at her so brightly.

Zhou Qiao lowered his head and pursed his lips. Who is he like a child?

At this time, her cell phone rang and the phone called.

Lu Hanxiao glanced casually, wait.

Caller: Fu Zeling.

This name is very manly.

Zhou Qiao's expression was also surprised, with a hint of joy in surprise. She put the water cup on the table, answered the phone, and walked out while laughing.

"Hi, senior brother."

Lu Hanxiao looked at the abandoned cup of water and felt an unknown furious in his heart, "Zhou Qiao, I haven't finished drinking the water yet!"

The graceful back did not turn around for him. Zhou Qiao laughed all the way, said all the way, opened the door and walked into the corridor.

The door was closed.

"Damn it! You're going to die of thirst!" Lu Hanxiao was furious and lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, "Zhou Qiao, Zhou Qiao!"

He chased after him, looking at the woman standing by the window talking and laughing, damn, annoying.

Lu Hanxiao stood there for ten seconds, and Zhou Qiao didn't notice him at all.

God, it's so hurt.

Lu Hanxiao quickly cheered up from his miserable mood of "entering into the cold palace". His eyes rolled, covered his stomach, and shouted "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

One louder than another, "It hurts, it hurts so much, my abdominal muscles are no, my stomach hurts so much!"

Before Zhou Qiao turned around, he attracted the doctor first.

"What happened to this patient?"

Lu Hanxiao swept over with a look and whispered, "Who wants to be a friend with you, leave you."

After the person left, he entered the role again, and this time he upgraded to a roar, "It hurts so much!"

Zhou Qiao, who was calling, finally looked back.

She was startled when she saw it, and hung up the phone, quickened her pace and ran over, "Lu Hanxiao, what's wrong with you?"

The four words "I'm going to die."

Zhou Qiao frowned, "Then I'll call the doctor. I'll help you to the bed first. Put your shoulders on me and slow down."

Lu Hanxiao was not polite, and he put half of his weight on her. Then he whispered, "Don't leave me, don't drink water, don't help me if I fall, don't help me, don't listen to my pain, you are murdering, you must reflect on yourself."

Zhou Qiao: "…"

After walking a few steps, the man's body was too heavy. She couldn't help but remind him, "Hey, use some force on your legs."

"It's lame."

"Then don't have to tighten your hands, I can't breathe."

"The nerves are atrophy and cannot be loose."

“…”

Zhou Qiao struggled so hard that he said while helping him, "Then I'll let Aunt Qi come over. I'll have something to do later, so I'll go out."

When Lu Hanxiao heard this, his limbs were instantly sound and stood straight, "Where to go? Who did you see?"

"Uh." Zhou Qiao looked at Lu Hanxiao who had resurrected himself, and was stunned for a long time, saying, "I am a senior brother."

"Let's go." Lu Hanxiao took the lead, "I have a car, I'll take you there."

"No, no, no." Zhou Qiao hurriedly chased after him, "You are still sick, I'll just take a taxi."

"Ha." Lu Hanxiao turned his head with a serious expression, "Taxi is better than me? I am a black Land Rover, imported goods."

After saying that, he got into the elevator, and the speed was so fast that he seemed to be afraid that Zhou Qiao would not let him go.

Tsk tsk, a problem.
Chapter completed!
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