Chapter 242 I almost got kicked out of bed

  In the corridor, the nurse on duty passed by the ward, and suddenly heard a "bang" sound from a ward.

  The nurse hurried to the door of the ward and knocked: "What happened?"

  For the sake of the patient, if no one answered inside, she could only break in to check.

  In the dark ward, a man responded quickly, saying in a gorgeous and magnetic voice, "It's okay."

  The nurse's footsteps left outside the door.

  Fu Ronglan leaned against the door, raised her eyebrows and looked in the direction of the hospital bed.

so close.

   Almost got kicked out of bed.

  Even though he was asleep, the long leg that he coveted and admired suddenly kicked over, even carrying a powerful spiritual attack.

  The person on the bed retracted his legs under the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep without even opening his eyes.

  Fu Ronglan returned to the bed, hugged him from behind, and whispered in Xiao Jiuhan's ear: "Honey, it's not good to kill your husband."

  The person in his arms snorted and said sleepily, "Do you want to come a second time?"

  Fu Ronglan pursed her lips, rubbed her chin against Xiao Jiuhan's shoulder, and kissed her neck bandage lightly: "Good night."

  …

   At one o'clock in the morning, Xiao Jiuhan had already fallen asleep.

  Fu Ronglan suddenly opened his eyes.

  The potion in the hanging bottle just ran out.

  He leaned over his upper body, gently supported Xiao Jiuhan's hand, carefully pulled out the needle, lay down again, and put his palm on Xiao Jiuhan's stomach.

  …

  When Xiao Jiuhan opened his eyes in the morning, his surroundings were empty, and Fu Ronglan was nowhere to be seen in the ward, leaving only a pile of messy things he bought last night.

  She sat blankly on the hospital bed for a while, her eyes fell on the pillow beside her that had been pressed out.

  After a night, there is also a hint of ambergris in the breath.

  It's fine to leave, she was too sleepy last night, she was out of shape, confused, maybe even Fu Ronglan was not sober.

   Now that she and he are both sober, it would be embarrassing to meet at this time.

   This morning I have to go to Mountain Manor to meet Wan Qingming.

  She got up and prepared to tidy up, change her medicine and leave the hospital.

  At this time, the phone rang.

  Fu Ronglan was carrying a dozen breakfast packages in both hands. As soon as he arrived at the door of the ward, he heard Xiao Jiuhan talking on the phone.

   It was Xiao Sheng'er calling.

  On the phone, Xiao Sheng'er's voice was a little hoarse: "Brother, I called home in the morning, and Aunt Han said that you didn't go back last night. I was worried about what happened to you."

  Xiao Jiuhan just said lightly: "The company is busy, what can I do for you?"

   "I... in two days, my role will be finished. By then, brother... can you come to the airport to pick me up? If you are busy, you don't have to. I can ask my agent to pick me up."

   "Understood, I will arrange it when the time comes."

   Xiao Shenger was very happy on the phone: "Well, okay, I will tell you in advance when the time comes."

   "What's wrong with your voice?"

   "It's okay, I caught a cold during the night scene two days ago, brother, then I won't bother you... goodbye, brother."

  Xiao Jiuhan hung up the phone, turned around and saw Fu Ronglan, and was taken aback for a moment.

  He hasn't left yet?

  Fu Ronglan laid out a dozen kinds of breakfast in front of her.

   "What? Think I'm gone? Or, blame me for not giving you a good morning kiss?"

  Xiao Jiuhan: "..."

  Fu Ronglan, the same Fu Ronglan from last night, her mind still hasn't returned to normal.

  Last night, the toss in the stomach was inseparable from the irregular diet of the original owner. Xiao Jiuhan decided to take good care of this fragile organ in the future.

  She found the toiletries from the pile of things Fu Ronglan bought last night, turned around and went to the bathroom, not noticing that Fu Ronglan coldly glanced at the mobile phone beside the bed after she left.

I have said from the very beginning that this book is not simply a modern novel about a domineering president, but has elements of fantasy. I am an author who likes to write about tactics, so there will always be a lot of foreshadowing and foreshadowing in my essay. , if some readers like to skip chapters, only pick the chapters that seem to have sugar, omit other chapters and ignore them, then wait for the story to fully unfold in the future, dear friends, don’t say you can’t understand!

  

  

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