Cannon fodder male supporting role is not easy to mess with

Fu Ling, who was having fun, noticed something, and turned her head stiffly, seeing that Bo Ruchu was vigorously shooting, she rushed towards him.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. Fu Ling, who only wanted to destroy her black history, not only forgot to restore her human form, but also forgot the distance between the two beds.

"Bam—"

With a muffled grunt, a certain wolf died gloriously at the age of xxx

Bo Ruchu glanced at Fu Ling who had been smashed into a flesh pad, and said calmly: "Well, it seems that I can keep this video forever."

Fu Ling's ears moved, she immediately got up from the ground, jumped onto Bo Ruchu's hospital bed, and looked at Mou Chu with wet eyes.

Suppressing the smile, Bo Ruchu looked at Fuling with a tangled face, "Little Fuling, don't you think you look cute like that? It would be a pity if you delete it."

……

He didn't see at all how cute he was when he was stupid?

Also, don't change the subject Hey, don't think I don't know you've backed up!

The ward became strangely quiet, one person and one wolf stared at the small eyes, and for a moment, Bo Ruchu compromised with regret: "I'll just delete it, Fu Ling, don't your eyes hurt?"

Fu Ling shook her head, and immediately transformed into a human form, with a rare puffy face: "There is still a backup."

Bo Ruchu raised his eyebrows, and a gentle arc traced the corner of his mouth: "Little Fuling~ How could I have such a thing as backup? Doesn't Fuling believe me?"

After saying that, Bo Ruchu looked at Fu Ling with a disappointed face.

"No, no." Fu Ling wanted to cry without tears, why did he forget that his master would not compromise so easily!

Seeing Bo Ruchu showing a teachable expression, Fuling's villain bit his handkerchief, squatted aside and kept drawing circles.

"Ding dong, ding dong—"

After the doorbell stopped, a slightly frivolous voice came from outside the door: "Ye Zi, I'm here, open the door quickly, open the door quickly."

Ye Ruoli's footsteps stopped slightly, is it still too late for him to pretend he doesn't know that person?

Bastard, if it weren't for this high-end residential area, I would definitely be on the headlines of the weekly entertainment newspaper tomorrow at night.

"Uncle Ling, if you want my news to be all over the sky tomorrow, you can continue howling here." Ye Ruoli opened the door with a black face, looked straight at the 30-year-old man standing outside the door, and gritted his teeth. : "What about things?"

"Neng, everything you want is here." Uncle Ling continued to tease Ye Ruoli's anger without fear of death: "The photos you sent are too blurry. It will take some time to get it.”

The character '#' that had just been erased appeared on Ye Ruoli's head again, and he didn't bother to confirm whether there was any problem with those documents, so he closed the door directly.

Uncle Ling, who was almost hit on the nose, raised his hand and scratched his hair, and said to himself: "Ah, it seems that you can't drink alcohol today, and you must drink twice as much tomorrow."

With a heavy nod, Uncle Ling started the car and quickly disappeared into the community.

Early in the morning, after a series of examinations, it was confirmed that Bo Ruchu was in good health, and Ye Ruoli helped him go through the discharge procedures.

"This is a new dress that I just bought. It may not fit well. You can take it first. I will take you to the mall to buy some more."

Ye Ruoli handed the clothes in his hands to Bo Ruchu, who was wearing a hospital gown, seeing his blank face, doubts flashed in his eyes, for a moment, as if thinking of something, he chuckled.

In a certain 'uncomprehensible' expression at the beginning, Ye Ruoli coughed lightly, approached his side, and whispered about how to wear his clothes. After all, his previous set of armor had already been taken back by himself. Otherwise, you can't wear that body all the time, although you will be regarded as a cosplayer.