818 The actor who was raised by my milk

It was raining again at three o'clock in the morning, and there was no one in the emergency room.

After the examination, the fat female doctor first said that Yuan Fangfang had acute gastroenteritis, then said that it might be food poisoning, and finally said that he had watched a TV series he acted in.

So, Yuan Fangfang got a ward with a bed by brushing his face, and instead of sitting, he could lie down and get an IV drip.

Yuan Fangfang hadn't slowed down yet, and slumped on the bed like a salted fish, "It's terrible... Brother Chi, let me tell you, diarrhea may not necessarily kill you, but squatting in the pit can really kill you. I have to exercise like Brother Chi. I heard from a friend before that since he started exercising, his physical fitness has improved significantly, and his legs are no longer numb even when squatting in the pit. Brother Chi, you don’t know, I never miss it like today The toilet at home..."

"..." Chi Ming, "I suggest you close your eyes and sleep for a while, maybe you can see your dear toilet in your dream."

"Yeah..." Yuan Fangfang's stomach hurts and cramps when he smiles, but he can't help laughing, he insists on holding himself like a tractor, blowing out rhythmically from his nostrils.

Chi Ming unscrewed the cap of a bottle of mineral water and put it beside the bed, "I'll wait outside, call me if you need anything."

The light of gossip flashed in Yuan Fangfang's eyes again, he turned his head and glanced towards the door, naturally he couldn't see Yan Jiu from this angle, but he knew that Yan Jiu was outside——

On such a rainy night, in the dark and deserted corridors of the hospital, between the rich father in pajamas and the tall and handsome star... what will happen?Is it the sinking of desire?Or the indulgence of human nature?Please look forward to this episode of Midnight Theater: "108 Postures for Raising Stars".

Yuan Fangfang tried his best to stop the car that was racing wildly in his mind, "Go, brother Chi! You are busy with your work, I don't know anything else, I'm definitely good at laying dead bodies." After finishing speaking, he faced Chi Ming with his hands facing each other. Made a big heart.

I really didn't get Chi Ming's intention to unscrew the cap of the bottle because he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to get the injection.

Chi Wangwang who has been single for 27 years: "..."

Almost collapsed and still so poor, how much do you want to attract my attention?

Chi Ming felt helpless, and pulled up the quilt to cover Yuan Fangfang. Because of the proximity, he saw that Yuan Fangfang's eyes, which were already big and round, seemed to be bigger and rounder, looking at him like a big dog.

Poor guy, he's begging for his hair.

Recently, Chi Ming, who has been overflowing with paternal love, often rubs his son's hair, and unknowingly, he has developed a problem of fondling his head.

He leaned over and rubbed Yuan Fangfang's head, and made a silent gesture.

Yuan Fangfang blinked.

Damn, what a Su, handsome.

Outside the window of the ward, ginkgo leaves are like countless shaking oars.

A vigilant Eastern scops owl stands on a branch sheltered from the wind.

Beside it, squatting a light yellow fur ball.

Fuqiu was always looking in the direction of the ward, but the Oriental scops owl wandered from time to time, following the little mouse under the corner of the wall, its head turned left and right for a while, and occasionally the angle was too large, and it would bump into a tree trunk and make a thud.

Then it widened its eyes, showing a panicked look, raised its thick V-shaped eyebrows, and looked nervously at the furball next to it.

After a while, Fuqiu pointed forward the feather in his arms, indicating that he was going to the window.

The scops owl immediately took it to the window sill, and pushed open the window with its head and feet on the ground.

Yuan Fangfang closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes as soon as the wind blew, and looked at the window in a daze.

The window that was closed tightly was opened for some reason, and there was an oval black shadow outside the window.

Just when he was curious, the oval poked halfway in, revealing a pair of bright yellow eyes.

When the eyes of the two sides met, the black shadow visibly froze for a moment, and then suddenly opened its already round eyes even wider.

Yuan Fangfang snorted softly, feeling that his eyelids were too heavy to lift up, as if handfuls of yellow marbles fell all over the ground like rain, burying his whole body in the pile of marbles.

After performing the illusion, the Eastern scops owl, which had almost made a mistake, quickly retracted its head and looked nervously at the furball next to it.

The furball didn't kick it or pat it, it just squeezed into the room first, grabbed the big indigo feather horizontally, used it like a parachute, then jumped up, glides, and landed lightly on the bed.

However, the Eastern scops owl got stuck when it was going through the crack of the window, and when it was struggling, it used too much force, so it fell to the ground in a somersault.

Although the rain was very loud, a "bang" could still be heard.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and the fur ball immediately jumped under the bed, ran to the wall extremely nimbly, then jumped up, stepped on the wall to borrow strength, kicked the Eastern scops owl into a ball, and rolled Got under the bed.

Fuqiu also followed under the bed, and stuffed the glowing feathers under the scops owl's wings to hide them.

Chi Ming went to the room and looked around, closed and locked the window, put Yuan Fangfang's hand hanging under the bed back on the bed, and went outside again.

Under the bed, the oriental horned owl, who made another mistake, sat on the ground, raised his left foot, and stomped on his right foot to express that he was very correct in admitting his mistake.

Fuqiu glanced at the door, saw that the door was closed, took the feathers from the horned owl, and whispered: "You change shape, go and guard the door."

The horned owl got the order, shook its feathers, and stepped on the spot with its left foot three times, regardless of whether it was still under the bed, it was about to change shape.

The hairball can only kick it again.

So the scops owl rolled out of the bed, a mist swirled around his body, and he turned into a young man lying on the ground in an instant.

With thick eyebrows, big eyes and wheat-colored skin, she is Dongfang Xiaoxin.

He hugged the fur ball to the bed, looked at the door, and then at the fur ball, a little tangled.

Mao Qiu waved his hand and told him to watch the door carefully so that he would not get in the way, so he went with a dull face.

But he only knew that he wanted to watch the door, but he didn't know how to look at it, so he stood against the door in a "big" character, with his hands and feet firmly pressed against the door frame, like an oversized dog skin plaster.

On the other side, the fur ball circled around the sleeping Yuan Fangfang, silently furrowing his non-existent eyebrows.

Then it hugged the big feather with its two short wings, used it as a pen, and tapped Yuan Fangfang's palm, leaving a light blue mark.

After a while, the imprint germinated like a seed, starting from Yuan Fangfang's palm, weaving a large blue net on his skin.

At the end, Yuan Fangfang seemed to be stung by something, suddenly frowned, and then curled up clutching his stomach.

The furball continued to lightly touch the imprint with the feather, and the shimmer spread out along the net like a tide.

A moment later, a black spot appeared on the left side of Yuan Fangfang's navel, slowly moved from under the skin to his arm, and finally came to the mark on the palm, twisted, and pushed out a two-inch-long bump on the skin.

Yuan Fangfang snorted uncomfortably.

Fuqiu waited for a few seconds for the black shadow to take shape, then stroked the feathers and closed the net.

Thousands of thin lines instantly retracted into the palm of the hand, firmly grasping the black shadow.

The furball turns the feather around, nibbles at the end, gnaws it out into a cone, and punctures the imprint.

A blue-black worm wriggled out of the breach, struggling to escape, but was firmly caught by the net, unable to move.

Fuqiu carried a pair of small wings behind her back, and walked around the corner of the bed a few times in a serious manner.

Someone played a Gu, and if he guessed correctly, the next target would be Chi Ming.

Dongfang Xiaoxin at the door sniffed.

So fragrant...

Gu worms can be smelled from 100 meters away, and the skin is thin and the meat is thick and juicy. Eat the original flavor directly, make sashimi fresh and tender, fry it to eat crispy and refreshing, and dry it to eat a little bit of flavor... But in In the case of only one, of course, you must choose "one insect, three meals" to maximize its deliciousness.

Seeing the fur ball coming over with the Gu worm, Dongfang Xiaoxin tilted his head to 90 degrees and swallowed his saliva in a hopeless way.

"Can...can...can you reward me? Your Highness Ninth Prince..."

Mao Qiu threw the Gu worm to Dongfang Xiaoxin, "I reward you, but you are not allowed to eat it."

"Well……"

Dongfang Xiaoxin held the Gu worm and smelled it.

Can't eat?

Then... can you lick it?

can.

Secretly, hey.

Anyway, it won't melt.

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