Chapter 115, the Emperor's hidden marriage, Xiaojiao wife 32

He Poan looked at the phone with pity and then called again.

Not connected.

Call again, fight again, fight again and fight...

Bai Weiwei couldn't bear it, and finally got it.

"He Boan, you are bothering."

He Poan was silent for a while, and he said a little awkwardly: "My stomach hurts."

Bai Weiwei said without any hesitation: "What about Xiaomu?"

He Poan did not lie with his eyes. "He went out in the morning and broke his leg and lay in the hospital."

Bai Weiwei didn’t have a soft feeling. “Oh, then take medicine, water can pour it yourself.”

He Poan immediately breathed intermittently. "I hurt, can't get up."

Bai Weiwei said coldly: "Then you can swallow it down."

It’s so cold, good... cruel.

He Poan felt that he was nervous, and he had a stomachache to call her.

He was angry. "I can't get it, the medicine can't be taken, I just died."

After that, he slammed the phone.

Then he lay down on the sofa, looking at it on the stupid, the stomach cramped, but he did not feel at all.

Because he felt that his chest was sore and painful.

He Po'an curled up angrily, he wouldn't come if he didn't come, he was not rare.

The door of the apartment suddenly opened, and He Poan suddenly turned back, and the eyes flashed a pleasant light.

Bai Weiwei is coming?

"Ang, what's wrong with you?" Xiaomu carried a bag of supermarket food and walked in.

The surprise in the eyes of He Poan went down. He started, "Nothing."

Komaki walked into the kitchen, put the food in the refrigerator, and then walked out and said, "I seem to see Wei Wei sister."

He Poan’s ear immediately erected, “Where to see?”

Xiaomu: "When I came up, I saw Wei Wei sitting here with a taxi, but I just pressed the elevator and didn't have time to say hello to her."

He Poan sat down and sat down, pulling the stomach too hard and making his face pale.

Komaki is anxious. "Ang, is your stomach sick?"

He Poan pushed him away and immediately said, "Go and roll out."

Komaki looked dull, "Where is it going? I haven't cooked for you yet."

He Poan’s expression was painful and joyful. “Go to the hospital and tell the doctor that your leg needs to be treated.”

Komaki looked down at his legs, well, what broke?

He Po Ansheng was afraid that his lie would be debunked and said evilly: "If you don't go, I will interrupt your leg."

Komaki’s legs slammed and left immediately.

He Poan still did not forget to remind, "Remember to give me the stairs."

Kombe felt that his leg was broken, but Ang’s brain... cough.

After Komaki left, He Poan immediately lay back on the sofa, his stomach became more and more painful, but he became more and more excited.

She still came to see him.

He Poan couldn't wait to laugh three times, but soon he looked hard to look.

What does he expect from doing?

It made him feel like she was coming.

He Poan pouted and thought about the dramas he had played. Whatever he died, the more he died, the more he thought about it.

Thinking about it, he showed his sadness, and with the pale complexion brought by his stomachache, it looked like he was going to die.

Bai Weiwei knocked on the door, no one opened, she tried to open the door, the door did not lock.

When she entered, she saw that He Poan curled up on the sofa, her hair was messy, her face was miserable, and she felt painful to return to the West.

The first is more.

(End of this chapter)