In the ward.

The man opened his narrow eyes, raised his hand and stroked the bandage on his forehead, gently pursed his dry lips, and raised the corners of his lips in a good mood.

After a moment, Su Ci walked in, closed the door, and sat down in front of the hospital bed.

"Lu Zimo, let's make an agreement in advance. I am not your wife and I have nothing to do with you..."

Before Su Ci could finish her words, the man curled up his fingers on the bed sheet, and a trace of injury appeared in his eyes, which had been used to being cold and unpredictable.

Su Ci couldn't bear to continue talking.

She was too scared to face a normal dog.

However, after all, there was a dog who suffered from amnesia and was seriously injured and almost died.

Su Ci sighed, "What do you want?"

Lu Zimo grabbed her hand, put it in her palm, and her pale lips moved, "Wife, I want to eat strawberries."

Su Ci resisted the urge to throw his hand out and took a deep breath, "I'll go to the supermarket to buy it for you."

"It's not that strawberry."

Lu Zimo stared at her neck, licked her thin lips, and looked up at her, with the obvious meaning.

Su Ci followed his sight and lowered her chin. After a while, she slowly raised her head, letting the sunlight outside the window illuminate her violent face, "Lu Zimo, do you want to be beaten?"

Lu Zimo lowered his eyelashes: "...Forget it."

"Wife." He looked depressed, held her hand and kissed her, "I want a child. I'm afraid I'll forget you, you are alone. If you have a child, at least not alone."

Su Ci's delicate little face was extremely distorted, "...child?"

Lu Zimo coughed gently, his chest vibrated, and the wound was hurt, his face became paler, and he became more and more terminally ill.

"Is that OK? Wife?" Lu Zimo raised his long eyelashes, his eyes full of hope.

Su Ci: "..." Don't be angry, don't be angry with a person with amnesia...

"But, you have shed so much blood, can you bear it?" Su Ci frowned sadly.

He pressed her hand and stroked the collar. Slowly, his low and dumb voice was stained with a seductive atmosphere.

"Why don't you try it in the ward?"

…

Su Ci turned on the faucet and washed her face.

The white water flow washed over the palm of his palm. Su Ci looked at herself in the mirror, with red eyes and red lips and raised noses, and was born with a scumbag.

She has no sense of ritual and no complex to do that.

However, just now in the ward, Lu Zimo's palm was filled with the heat of his love and desire, and his eyes that were so focused that it made people escape;

He pulled her and landed it on the buttons of the sick clothes, guiding her unbuttoned fingers step by step;

He hugged her waist and kissed her in her ear, "Wife. Please."

...All pictures exploded in my mind, Su Ci's shoulders collapsed, and she threw water on her face.

Lu Gouzi is too inappropriate!

In the ward.

Lu Zimo licked his lips lightly, slowly squeezing his dispersed collar, and a tiny laughter came from his throat.

I thought she had experienced many battles, but I didn't expect she was so brave.

The escape was quite fast.

With a tingling sound, a message came from the phone.

[Mr. Mo, have you taken out the bullet you hit on yourself? Your subordinates are all worried about you!]

Lu Zimo picked up the phone with one hand, looked indifferent, and replied with a message: [Don't make a statement]

After the message is sent, it will be automatically deleted without leaving any trace.

Even Liuhua didn't know about this. He was really trying to play a big game of chess.

Lu Zimo turned off her phone and thought in her heart that she should come back. Her long eyelashes were slightly closed, and her quiet eyes turned into a faint loneliness.
Chapter completed!