Word Song Typing: You have a stick in your quilt that will hold you.

Li Che: ...

The simplicity of his little white flower made him suddenly extremely sad. If she didn't protect her in the future, she might be fooled and fell asleep without knowing it.

Thinking of the stick that was already holding her hand, he blushed, and even his neck was red.

"I'll take it for a while," he said, awkwardly before he was relieved.

I thought she would just leave it that way.

Unexpectedly, she stared at him with a serious face, and then typed on the mobile phone: Li Che, did you hide a fruit knife under the quilt?

Li Che: ...

fruit knife? ? ? The imagination of his own little white flower is really rich.

He quickly shook his head: "No, no, no."

The expression, the tone, he really swears.

Yan Ge glanced at the place where Li Che's wrist was wrapped in gauze, and that expression obviously did not believe Li Che.

Li Che was really afraid that she would stick open the quilt and find out the fruit knife, so she pressed her hands tightly to the quilt and said stutteringly, "Huanhuan, it is not a fruit knife, that is, That is……"

The door opened at this time.

Grandma Li and Li's mother Li came in.

Li Che was relieved.

A stalemate with Xiao Baihua caused a layer of sweat on his back.

Someone finally came to resolve this embarrassment.

Really, it was too timely.

But before he was relieved, he hanged his heart.

His little white flower will not tell this to others.

Wouldn't it be true that he had a fruit knife hidden in his quilt?

What to do, he thinks Xiaobaihua will really do this kind of thing.

"My parents and I have already said that if you don't want to go abroad, you can treat it at home. Nowadays, the medical conditions in China are not worse than abroad." Make a little more temper. "

Grandma Li went to Li Che's bed, looked at Li Che ’s gauze-wrapped wrist, and sighed, "You child, you talk about you, don't you find yourself a victim?"

Yan Ge crawled down from the bed when these people opened the door, and stood with his head down nicely.

Li Che had little patience to talk to Grandma Li. He kept hanging his heart, and he was afraid that Xiao Baihuashen would make a fortune and tell what he had just said.

It's too awkward.

So what Grandma Li said, he kept his lips shut and didn't speak.

He didn't even hear what Grandma Li said.

Li Fu's mother was very busy, and their plane was flying abroad at night.

The heart of Aiqiang almost committed suicide in his son, and Li Fuli and his mother were a little frustrated and uncomfortable.

After being educated by Grandma Li again, their mood was even more frustrated than Li Che, so they just ordered Li Che to take good care of the elders, and left.

Before leaving, Li Mu turned her head and glanced at Yan Yange.

Thinking of Grandma Li's previous warning to her, she swallowed back when she reached her mouth and went out with her father.

"Li Che's mother has a bad temper. What she has to say to you, Huan Huan, don't take it to heart. Tell your grandmother what's wronged, grandma will help you out."

Yange shook his head busy.

Li Che lifted the quilt without a trace, and pressed the phone with the song on the bed. This relieved him. He reached out and pushed Granny Li ’s arm: "Grandma, can you stop using that look? Huanhuan, she is ashamed of you. "