"I'll go downstairs and make some chrysanthemum tea for you. You can make a fire Or I'll cook you some rock sugar, Sydney and tremella, and you'll lose the fire. "

Yue Tingfeng: "Mom You'd better go back to sleep. If you can't sleep, call the old fox and let him coax you to play. "

Then he closed the door.

Madame Yue said, "I'm doing it for you."

Yue listen to the wind back to find, Yan Qingsi see his eyes are not quite right: "Qingsi, what's the matter?"

Yan Qingsi pointed to her three steps away: "you stand there."

Yue Tingfeng didn't step over and took it back: "wife Do you want to play any games? "

Yan Qingsi held her chin, her eyes like a hook, and swept over Yue Tingfeng: "do you have good self-control?"

Just now Yue felt that what he said was not quite right, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. He said with a smile: "I Feel that Quite Good... "

Yan Qingsi lifted her hair: "OK?"

Yue Tingfeng nodded: "it seems that It's ok... "

"It's ok..." Yan Qingsi's eyes suddenly became sharp: "that is to say, I have no charm?"

Yue Tingfeng: "ah?"

"You what, am I wrong?"

At this time, Yue Tingfeng suddenly realized that he felt something was wrong with Mao just now. He was not human at both ends for a while.

He took Yan Qingsi by the hand and said, "wife, it's wrong..."

Yan Qingsi pulled out her hand a little bit: "have I wronged you? Who said that just now, I have good self-control... "

Yue Tingfeng grabs Yan Qingsi's hand back: "I'm not good, not at all See you, self-control go to hell

Yan Qingsi pushed his head away with the other hand: "a man with poor self-control must be flirting everywhere outside. What do you want from Yue Tingfeng?"

Yue Tingfeng feels that he has suffered a serious internal injury. Woman, you really can't talk logic and reason with her.

He is very serious in the face of Yan Qingsi, said: "my self-control is zero only in the face of you, other women, including men, are invincible."

Yan Qingsi eyebrows: "so long to say the answer, go to sleep on the sofa tonight."

Yue Tingfeng

My heart is ¥%% ¥ @ *

Of course, Yue Tingfeng didn't sleep on the sofa in the end. The reason he gave was that when you fell asleep, I would go to the sofa again, because I couldn't sleep well without you.

Yan Qingsi agreed, but She is asleep, where still tube Yue listen to the wind is a bed, or sleep sofa.

……

Su Zhan left his wife's house and drove around the street until early in the morning. Looking at the time, it was almost 12 am. It was late, but he was not sleepy at all.

After thinking about it, Su Zhan decided to go to the hospital. He thought that from Zeng Li, maybe, he could dig out more things.

That boy is not a waste. Compared with his appearance, he has more spectrum in his heart. Almost, he was cheated by his disguise.

To the hospital, Su cut directly into Zeng Li's ward.

His ward, he said hello to the hospital.

Su Zha pushed the door open and went in directly. He saw Zeng Li sleeping. He took a glass of water from the table and poured it on Su Zha's face.

Zeng Li woke up with a scream. He sat up and scolded. When he saw Su Zhan, he let out a whine.

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