"Husband!" Looking at the bright red Ding Yi's back drenched, fan Zheyun felt that his heart was broken in that moment, his eyes were completely confused, and tears rolled down in a string.

"Husband, how are you, how are you?" Fan Zheyun yelled wildly, pushing Ding Yi's body with his two little hands, oblivious to the reflection outside the window.

"Wife, be careful!" Ding Yi took a deep breath of cold air, forced to endure the intense pain from his back, and spoke loudly. He turned over, put his arms around fan Zheyun, rolled on the ground for several times, and then rolled behind the sofa.

"Zheng Zheng!" Just as they left the ground, several bullets came in and hit the ground, making bursts of noise.

"How are you, husband?" Fan Zheyun couldn't see what was in front of him at all. He yelled wildly. He held Ding Yi tightly with his two hands. There was a sense of powerlessness in his body. His body, which had been taken out of his soul, had already been unable to support him.

"Wife, don't worry, your husband, I can't bear to leave such a beautiful wife. If you leave before you, isn't it cheaper for other men? That's not true Ding Yi tried to endure the pain, joking and straightening up.

"I hate them. Can they be like that? You, when you die, people will not rush to remarry! " Listening to the words in Ding Yi's mouth, fan Zheyun put down most of his heart, wiped away the tears in his eyes, spoke in a strange way, and supported Ding Yi with two hands.

"Ha ha, isn't it? It seems that I am wrong. Of course, my wife will keep the festival for me Ding Yi continues to tease, but his eyes are wary of aiming out of the window.

"Yes, yes, I'll keep the festival for you, but I'll keep it for three days. Hehe, I'll go to find someone else again!" Fan Zheyun is also wary of looking at the window, but not idle mouth, continue to fight back.

"Hum, you are cruel, but I will not die, so that your wishful thinking failed!" Ding Yi's mouth is hard to say, but xianzhushou takes advantage of fan Zheyun's inattention to take the initiative to attack, and mercilessly touches fan Zheyun's chest.

"Oh, no!" Fan Zheyun was attacked, and once again he said, "bad thing, if you bully me again, I'll be rude!" With these words, the little hand raised, protesting toward Ding Yi's ear.

"Wife, my husband dare not, dare not, ha ha!" Seeing fan Zheyun, Ding Yi immediately thought of the pain in his ears and begged for mercy. However, seeing fan Zheyun's angry face, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hum, bad thing, I don't care about you!" Fan Zheyun snorted, "if you are not the wounded now, I have to deal with you well!"

After hearing fan Zheyun's words, Ding Yi was a little worried, but now he relaxed his mind completely. By the way, he is a wounded man, and his wife has to care about herself!

"Husband, is your wound OK?" Seeing that the blood on Ding Yi's back seems to be coagulated, fan Zheyun asks with concern.

"It's OK. Now is not the time to deal with it. By the way, come on, wife, let's have another competition!" Ding Yi feels that the wound is hot now, but the blood has stopped flowing. He knows that he's OK for the time being. He's talking and reaches to the bottom of the sofa with one hand, constantly groping.

"What competition?" Ding Yi's words arouse fan Zheyun's interest. Although at this time, bullets come in from time to time outside the window, she asks Ding Yi excitedly.