The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

Lan Qing just cut up a fruit plate for him, cutting up all kinds of fruit.

a big plate...

"I'll get you a fork."

"No need." He Jiao picked up the plate, lowered his head and sucked a piece of dragon fruit with his mouth, pouted, stretched his neck, and brought the dragon fruit to Lan Qing. "No no."

Lan Qing looked at the piece of dragon fruit in his mouth, the lips were deformed because of the dragon fruit.

Immediately, he made up a certain picture in his mind.

He tilted his head and ate the dragon fruit from his mouth, and kissed him by the way.

"I'm your automatic fruit fork." He Jiao smiled.

Lan Qing stroked his hair and said, "Eat, I'm going to exercise later, so I won't eat so much, or my stomach will hurt easily."

"Okay, then get me a fork." He Jiao said.

Lan Qing got up and brought him a fork, made out with him, and went out.

As soon as Lan Qing left, He Jiao felt lonely, and he almost died of sourness after taking a bite of that carambola.

It looks good, why is it so sour?

He Jiao narrowed his eyes.

Hurry up and eat a few more pieces of sweet dragon fruit.

But after a long time of sweetness, I want to have a mouthful of sourness, and then it goes on in an endless loop.

Eating and eating, the fruit plate was eaten up.

"Uh." He Jiao straddled one leg on the sofa and the other on the coffee table.

The whole state of decadence.

Hiccups.

He was full of meat and never hiccupped like this.

But if he eats too many fruits and vegetables, his stomach will fail.

The stomach of a mixed race...

A little abnormal.

Not long after He Jiao lay on the sofa, he started to experience acid reflux, feeling uncomfortable and having a stomachache.

The feeling of bubbling in the stomach, the hiccups are too late to vent, and I start to fart.

He Jiao lay on the sofa, muttering uncomfortably.

"I shouldn't eat fruit... Meat is still delicious, eh..."

He thought it would be over if he endured it, and the indigestion was still being digested, and it would be fine after the digestion was over.

Unexpectedly, he rolled around on the sofa for a while, and his chest felt tight, and then he quickly got up and ran into the toilet.

A nauseating feeling lingered in my heart.

He wanted to vomit, endure it, vomit it, it was comfortable to vomit, it would be fine to endure it, and it was uncomfortable to vomit, he tried hard to hold it back and forth, and finally vomited with a vomit.

I just endured for so long, it was all in vain...

The color of what came out was pretty nice.

Red Heart Dragon Fruit...

He Jiao vomited some, and felt much better.

But his throat was burning and uncomfortable. After rinsing his mouth and washing his face, he came out to look for his phone.

Lie down on the sofa with the mobile phone and take a rest, before raising his hand to send a message to Lan Qing, he suddenly felt stomach cramps, and a feeling of shit was about to come out.

"Damn it..." He Jiao got up and ran into the bathroom, barely taking off his pants in time.

"Woooooo... oh... poof..." He Jiao screamed strangely.

The pain was so painful that he couldn't even sit up straight, so he lay on his knees, stretched to pieces...

It was like fireworks exploded in the chrysanthemum.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Every time he pulled it, He Jiao cursed.

Finally sang that song.

"The chrysanthemum is broken, the fart is full of bruises...my smile has turned yellow..."

He Jiao pitifully called Lan Qing.

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Lan Qing was hitting sandbags, and his mobile phone was placed on the rest chair next to him.

Wherever he looked.

As soon as the phone screen lit up, he saw it.

"I'll take a call."

Qin Jianxing smiled, thinking that this young man is really good.

When he first fell in love, he was not so caring.

Because of my job, my phone is often silent, and I can't answer the phone when I'm on a mission.

Missed a lot of things.

Lan Qing is better than him. He just keeps exercising for two hours, thinking about his family.

"Hey."

"Husband... come back soon, I can't do it..."

"What happened?" Lan Qing asked nervously.

"Diarrhea, it's rotten..." He Jiao was about to cry, he couldn't leave the toilet now, he felt like his butt was going to be connected to the toilet.

"I'm going back now. I'll buy you medicine and go back. Have you eaten anything else besides fruit?"

"No, I eat too much fruit..."

"Wait for a while, I'll go back."

"Well, woo woo woo..." He Jiao cried to him on the phone.

Lan Qing packed his things, grabbed his sports backpack with one hand, and gestured towards Qin Jianxing.

Qin Jianxing nodded in understanding and waved his hand, telling him to leave quickly.

Lan Qing went to a nearby pharmacy to buy medicine while listening to the phone.

"Are there any other symptoms besides diarrhea?"

"I just vomited, I vomited dragon fruit..."

Lan Qing told the people in the pharmacy about the symptoms, and the shopping guide brought him two medicines.

Lan Qing paid the money, took the medicine and left.

When Lan Qing came home, she heard He Jiao humming in the bathroom, and the song that was out of tune.

"The chrysanthemum is broken, my fart is full of bruises, my smile... has turned yellow... woo woo woo..."

Lan Tingting was a little funny, he put the medicine on the coffee table, went into the bathroom, and pulled the person lying on his knees up to sit up.

"How's it going?"

As soon as He Jiao raised his face, his face turned green.

He looked up at Lan Qing and saw the stars.

"Wife, why are you so beautiful... You have starlight..."

Lan Qing hugged him into her arms, and he tried to wipe his butt with a piece of paper.

"It hurts! Wash it with water, wash it with water...my butt is already rotten." He Jiao said pitifully, leaning on his eight-pack abs.

Lan Qing washed him with the shower.

Take him out of the bathroom.

He Jiaola was about to collapse, and he said with emotion: "I'm old and I can't walk anymore, will you still take care of me like this?"

"Don't think about it. When you are old, I will be old too. Maybe you will take care of me. Would you like to?" Lan Qing asked.

"Yes, I will wash your ass when the time comes."

Lan Qing rolled her eyes, "Exercise more when you are young. Good health is king. Try not to have so many diseases when you are old. You can go to the gym with me later."

"Ah—" He Jiao screamed, he was really not interested in going to the gym.

Lan Qing kissed his forehead, brought him the medicine, read the instructions, and gave him the medicine.

He Jiao leaned against him to rest after taking the medicine.

I don't have the strength to compare blindly.

"I usually eat a lot of fruit, and I have never had diarrhea. Didn't I wash it today?" Lan Qing asked suspiciously, but he washed it very clean.

Carambola was also soaked in salt water.

"It doesn't matter if it's clean or not. I grew up eating meat and drinking milk. I didn't eat much vegetables and fruits. The stomachs of our people are different from those here. The flora in the stomach is different. Our climate No, you can’t grow tropical fruits.” He Jiao said in a low voice, “Fruits and vegetables are imported, very expensive, and rarely available, so my stomach may not be used to too many fruits and vegetables. I ate too much, I don’t blame you...the carambola is very sour, so I eat dragon fruit with carambola, who knew they would fight together..."

"I was negligent." Lan Qing didn't expect this.

"I want to drink water."

"I'll get it for you."

After taking the medicine, He Jiao didn't continue to stretch. He fell asleep after drinking water.

Lan Qing hugged him and sat on the sofa, covering him with a blanket.

He put his arms around half of his body and sent a message to Inasha with his mobile phone in one hand.

"Auntie, what does He Jiao usually like to eat? Is there anything you are allergic to or uncomfortable with?"