Chapter 670

"You can't say that..."

Li Suli tried to find a way for herself to stay out of the trouble, but Gu Yuwei seemed to insist on her.

"I can't say that. How can I say that the injury on my body is the price of making Wen Shishi miserable, but she is not painful, and even now she doesn't know what immortal life she is living in the hospital!"

Gu Yuwei said more and more excited, Li Suli was afraid that she would do it by herself.

However, the victim was indeed her. Li Suli was wrong, so she was easy to persuade.

"Well, we didn't, did we? It's my useless girl. She's useless. She can't do anything. She can't even harm people. I'll teach her a lesson when I go back! "

Seeing that Gu Yuwei seemed to have eased down a little, Li Suli continued: "in this way, you say, how can I punish her? I'll give her a good beating when I go back! Or, I'll tie her to you and thank you personally. "

Li Suli said as if she really wanted to tie sun Sijing. Gu Yuwei snorted, believing her for the time being.

It has to be said that Li Suli's ability to coax people is still first-class. With that, she turns the topic to Wen Shi.

"But anyway, we're on one side. I don't mean to hurt you."

Gu Yuwei glanced at her and said nothing.

Li Suli is like a pair of invisible hands, pushing her to the edge of the cliff all the time, but telling her that there is a river under her and that she can't fall to death.

However, Gu Yuwei was completely confused by hatred, and didn't realize that she was just the pawn being used.

"If you think about your injury, in the final analysis, it's not because of Wen Shishi, I won't let you approach president Wang, you don't lack money, and Yu Bo, it must be because Wen Shishi taught Tan Wei some ghost idea to let Yu Bo treat you like this!"

All kinds of past events emerge one by one. She still remembers what Yu Bo said to her, and the sense of humiliation lingers in Gu Yuwei's mind.

Li Suli kept reminding her of her past pain and hatred for Wen Shishi. She didn't leave until she was sure that Gu Yuwei had completely transferred all this to Wen Shishi.

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon when it became dark and dark. It seemed that the storm was coming.

She grabbed the sofa with a little blood in her eyes.

Heaven seems to favor Wen's poetry. No matter how much she suffers, she can't change it. Wen's poetry suffers a little pain.

She doesn't believe it. She doesn't recognize it.

Hatred takes root in the bottom of my heart.

During the period of recuperation in the hospital, Mr. sniper almost stuck to her every day, and even had to wait on her side to deal with business affairs, ready to "serve" Wen Shishi at any time.

"I'm thirsty."

Mr. sniper would immediately put down his notebook, pour her hot water and watch her finish.

When he handed Wen Shishi something to drink, he always tasted whether it was hot or not.

"A little sleepy..."

"Shua", the curtain was closed, he would find a place outside to knock the keyboard, from time to time to see whether Wen Shishi woke up.

It is precisely because of Mr. sniper's meticulous care that Wen Shishi recovered quickly and was discharged soon.

On the day of leaving hospital, Wen Shiyou was eating the fruit prepared by Mr. sniper, while Mr. sniper was packing his clothes.

She ate, some embarrassed smile, called him.

"What's the matter?"

"Come here for a second."

Mr. sniper put down the things in his hand and walked to her without saying a word. Wen Shishi smilingly put a peeled grape into his mouth.

Mr. sniper was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly.

"Why, isn't it delicious?"

"You'll know if you try it!"

"Is it sweet?"

Mr. sniper looks at Wen Shishi. Although he just smiles, it's sweet to the bone.

"Sweet."

"I'll clean it up with you, so it's quick."

"No, you stay. I'll be fine in a minute." Mr. sniper's overbearing and gentle tone really killed her, so she looked at him and fed him something from time to time.

Finally, everything is ready. Mr. sniper helps Wen Shishi, as if she is still pregnant.

"Don't be so careful. I have a big stomach!" Although Wen Shishi teased him, he had a smile on his face.

Mr. sniper didn't speak and naturally didn't change. He still protected her carefully.

"No one can recognize me like this, except the paparazzi!"

Wen Shishi took another look and found that she was already wrapped up very tightly, and so was the child. There should be no problem!

However, when she came to the door, she suddenly realized that the huge benchmark beside her had exposed everything."Wait, just go out like this, will it..."

"As far as we know, at this point, the media should not squat here."

What Mr. sniper said, naturally, Wen Shishi believed it unconditionally, but she didn't expect that this was the most humiliating time for Mr. sniper.

They didn't walk a few steps forward, but suddenly there was a stir at the door. After a close look, a lot of media were blocked at the door, as if they knew they would be discharged today.

Even the side door has been blocked. It is conceivable that many people are surrounded by the gate.

"That's Media? "

Wen shiding took a look, and suddenly felt that they were like zombies. Once they went out, they would be bitten to death.

She felt a headache for her powerful brain tonic ability and trembled unconsciously.

"What to do?"

Mr. sniper frowned quickly, held Wen Shishi's shoulder more forcefully, looked at the child again, and said in a deep voice, "it doesn't matter. You just walk forward with your head stuffy. I'll protect you."

Originally, Wen Shishi was a little scared and thought that she would go back to stay. Mr. sniper's firm eyes and tone made her feel at ease.

What's the big deal? It's not a real zombie.

She took a breath, nestled in Mr. sniper's arms, protected the child, and walked slowly towards the crowd step by step.

Sure enough, as soon as they showed up, everyone blocked up.

"Is today the day for you to leave the hospital?"

"Have you heard of the rumour that children are born with congenital defects?"

"Are you holding two babies in your arms? Is he healthy?"

The reporters' questions were explicit and direct. Wen Shishi couldn't open her eyes. She had to turn her head to Mr. sniper and move forward slowly.

"Sorry, it's not convenient to answer these questions now. Please let me go!"

Mr. sniper tried to protect Wen Shishi with one hand in front of her eyes, trying not to let the flash light shine on their mother and son.