For a moment, Pu Wen looked at Zuo Zhan's side face when answering the call, and felt a little indescribable. As she looked at it, it seemed as if everything was going backwards, and the memory slowly traced back many years ago.

"Cry, what else do you do besides crying?"

"I'm so annoyed to cry. Oh my god, what an ancestor. OK, wait."

The young boy threw down the basketball in his hand, wiped her little face like a ghost-like talisman, and turned around and walked towards the basketball court.

She grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, and whimpered in a trembling voice and said don't leave.

The boy was so amused that he carried her on his shoulders, ran to the basketball court with her on his back, and kicked her up to the basketball court with a few steps. He kicked directly at Jiang Ke.

Taking advantage of the slightest slightest silence between the other party and the others, he turned around and put her down, rushed over and rode on Jiang Ke, and it was a critical hit. "If you don't know how to play ball, don't play. If you are blind and disabled, why don't you apologize if you accidentally hurt someone!"

"I have heard it clearly. I brought my wishes. She was waiting for me next to me. They all had eyes, and they accidentally hurt her or caused her to shed a tear. I'm going to ruin you!"

"Damn it, apologize!"

Looking at Jiang Ke who was crying and apologizing, she finally couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed.

The past is like smoke, and scenes pass by quickly.

Is there a brother who made a wish?

Ji Fang's existence was sent elsewhere by his father in just a moment.

From when, Zuo Zhan became her protection when she was young. At that time, he was really... a good brother.

But he is not a good lover.

"If you can't do this, just let me let the person surnamed Cheng come to apologize to you." Zuo Zhan threw down his cell phone and fell on the sofa sickly again.

The domineering and cold scene just disappeared. He threw away the pillow next to him, leaned down and fell down on his wished legs. His confused peach blossom eyes looked at her without a moment, and his fingers gently supported her neck, "Does it still hurt?"

I made a wish to come back to my senses, "It doesn't hurt, it's nothing."

"It's all swollen, it doesn't hurt?" Zuo Zhan frowned again, "This idiot who deserves to be beaten! So are you, didn't you beat him?"

Zhuoyou didn't say anything, but just pushed away his hand, "Have you taken medicine? The ribs are really okay? Get up, I'll give it to you..."

"I'm sick." Zuo Zhan held her hand, rubbed her big head against her legs, and his other hand lingered into her clothes, "I feel uncomfortable if I wish."

This hoarse and low-melt voice was obviously very magnetic, but it was still inconsistent with a coquettish tone.

I was stunned for a moment.

"Can you stay with me? Just a moment, I know you are still angry with me. Have you forgotten for the time being? I feel so uncomfortable, wish..."

Zuo Zhan didn't look up or look at her. No matter what he was like a big boss or a big boss's face, he would throw it aside. No matter how important his dignity and temperament are, no matter how important his wife is, he rarely gets sick, or makes a wish to come, and even takes the initiative to deliver it to his door. If he doesn't want to make a mistake, wouldn't that be stupid?

"Please accompany me, please, girl, just a moment..." Zuo Zhan rubbed in her arms, his restless big hands lingering at Make Wander's slender waist, and his hand felt very good and kept going down...

The stiff body of wishing was motionless.

To be honest, she was not afraid of being cold-blooded with Zuo Zhanheng, nor was she afraid of fighting with him with sharp wits and courage, but this... she was really helpless for a moment.

"You don't know how much I miss you. I think about you every day, but I can't think about it. Without you by my side, I have never slept for a good night."

Zuo Zhan said while taking the opportunity to lift her clothes. The slightly hot breath, with a feverish body temperature, fell on her tender belly, making her wish excited.

Zuo Zhan's thin calluses lingered on her lower abdomen, holding on to the scars, and his painful heart thrust, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

He spoke but the kiss did not stop.
Chapter completed!