Are you sure you want to divorce me?

"Boss Han, it seems that you don't feel bad anymore, and you still have the strength to speak sarcastic words. Do you know that if you disturb someone's dream, you will be struck by lightning?"

"I don't know." Uncle Han Yufeng was half lying on the sofa, and took Wen Wenyao's hand smoothly, asking him to rub his abdomen for him. The strange thing is that Wen Wenyao didn't refuse, he was so obedient.

Only then did Su Jinlun notice the person on the side, and it took him a long time to recognize him. He immediately opened his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost, "You, you, you! He, he...he is your...wife? The Wen family Young or old?"

"You! Who's wife?" This time it was Wen Wenyao's turn to explode, and he jumped up from the sofa, staring at Su Jinlun with eyes as wide as almonds.

"You...don't you get the certificate? You don't belong to his wife? And," Dr. Su blinked and smiled wretchedly, "I'm so nervous, it looks like it's done."

"Who, who made it?" Wen Wenyao wanted to leave and let Han Yufeng lie on the sofa to fend for himself, but looking at his pale lips, he couldn't bear it.

He suggested to himself, forget it, forget it, since he is so dedicated to worrying about his own affairs, he will bear it in the future.Anyway, if you are a man and a man, you will not lose a piece of meat if you are teased a few times.

Su Jinlun saw Wen Wenyao standing there by himself, his expression changing, and he thought it was very cute, just like his own kitten that loves to fry.He sat down on the sofa, pressed one hand back and forth to check Han Yufeng, winked at places Wen Wenyao couldn't see while checking, and asked with his eyes, "Pengci?"

Han Yufeng smiled, ignoring his desire to gossip in the slightest, and just said in distaste, "Are you ready?"

Su Jinlun's eyes sharpened for an instant, and he pressed down hard with his hand. Han Yufeng was caught off guard for a while, and let out a low cry, and the sweat on his forehead instantly burst out.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Be careful! You're killing pigs!"

The unfortunate boss Han: "..."

"You... how are you doing?"

"It hurts..." Han Yufeng half-closed his eyes, as if his consciousness was blurred because of the pain just now.But I also want to know, if he is sober, how can he call out the word "pain" so unburdened.Immediately, Wen Wenyao didn't know what kind of feeling he was feeling in his heart, but he felt sour and flustered.He squeezed the doctor away and sat down by himself, put his hand on his left abdomen, intending to massage him, but he didn't expect that what he felt was cold and hard, and he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, "What's going on?!"

Su Jinlun sighed, "Spasm."

"Why the sudden cramps? Didn't you get better just now?" Wen Wenyao knew that stomach cramps would kill him even if he had no common sense. God knows what kind of pain Han Yufeng is enduring now?

"Ghost knows? Yuemo is... angry?"

Wen Wenyao: "..."

Who are these people around Han Yufeng!

"Then what should we do now?"

"Just rub it hard. I'll hug him, hurry up!" After speaking, Su Jinlun pressed Han Yufeng's shoulders with both hands to prevent him from moving, then Wen Wenyao gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and rubbed it hard .

"Ah!" Han Yufeng's body trembled suddenly, and he was about to curl up, but Su Jinlun quickly held him down to prevent him from hurting himself.

Wen Wenyao was too frightened to move anymore, he froze in place, not knowing whether he should continue or not.

"What are you doing in a daze? Go ahead!"

"Oh, oh!" Wen Wenyao kept saying silently in his heart, "Well, bear with it...it will be fine soon..."

Then she put her hand on his belly again and rubbed it hard.After an unknown amount of time, he felt that the organs under his hands were finally no longer so cold, so he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

At this time, Han Yufeng's whole body was soaked as if he had been salvaged from the water. There were even a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead at the sideburns.

"Han Yufeng? Hey! Hey!" Wen Wenyao pushed him gently, and when he saw that he didn't respond, he raised his head and asked the doctor, "What's wrong with him? Don't you just faint?"

"It should be, and fell asleep. Just sleep and it will be fine."

"Then you can't sleep on the sofa, right? You have to take him upstairs."

"Who made it? You, or me?" At this time, Han Yufeng is still the type who looks thin in clothes and has flesh in his clothes. After all, he often went to exercise when his stomach was not rumbling. Coupled with his height of over 185, the weight is absolutely unclear. .Both Wen Wenyao and Dr. Su Da belonged to the gentle and handsome type, and it was very difficult to carry them up to the second floor.

"What now?"

"Help him to lie down better, and then you go upstairs to get the quilt. I'll infuse here."

Wen Wenyao felt that he didn't want to leave now, so he called, "Angela!"

But he didn't expect that no one answered after calling several times, and he couldn't help but feel angry. He thought to himself, whose sister is so heartless, and his brother is in a mess of illness. As soon as he said hello, he greased the soles of his feet and slipped away.

When she comes back, I must teach her a good lesson, completely forgetting who accused Han Yufeng of not being like a brother, and not caring about his sister.It can be seen that the relationship between people is two-way, how you treat others, others will treat you. Compared with Angela's actions and inappropriate remarks, Han Yufeng is already very benevolent and righteous, and he fully deserves this "" good brother".

Wen Wenyao finally went upstairs angrily to get a thin quilt by himself. When he came down, Su Jinlun had already finished the needle and was holding Han Yufeng's hand, planning to put it back.

Wen Wenyao glanced at it inadvertently, and immediately called out, "Why are there so many needles here?"

"What do you think?" Su Jinlun rolled his eyes towards the sky, "It happens that you are here today, so I have something to tell you by the way."

"what's up?"

"Can you stop letting him mess around? Do you know how many times he has been admitted to the hospital this month? Five times! Five times! On average once a week! See if he can do it! I'll stop talking here today , if the surname Han doesn't take it easy in the future, maybe one day he will suddenly confess."

"What's the matter with you? Can you speak? What is... called..." Wen Wenyao couldn't even say those two words.

"What? Am I wrong? The latest report has come out, and the group with the highest sudden death rate is their group, aged 28 to 40. Because they don't care about their bodies during hard work, it turns out that it's over." While Su Jinlun was talking, he silently observed Wen Wenyao's expression, thinking, brother, I can only help you so far.