turn a rival into a wife

Ren Er really wanted to know what was going on in Song Wanting's head now, so he said that he looked abstinent, but his head was actually full of yellow waste.

But let him take out his own bazooka at a burnt-out person, then he is too perverted.

Backing away with dry mouth, Song Wanting was still muttering: "Don't, don't come here."

He still couldn't help being curious and pulled the chair closer to sit down. The corners of Song Wanting's mouth twitched twice and then shed tears. Everyone he saw was dumbfounded. This is not Song Wanting but Song Jiaojiao.

"Don't bite me, it hurts..."

Song Wanting's tone was aggrieved, and his shoulders shrank together.

Ren Er licked his lower lip, what the hell is he dreaming about!

Although nothing happened obviously, his head was uncontrollable, imagining an incredible picture based on what Song Wanting said.

Song Wanting suddenly changed his tone with a touch of fear, and clenched his hands tightly: "There, there is no way..."

"Hold!"

Ren Erteng left the chair, scratched his head and turned around twice, then stopped suddenly.

Who is he with in the dream?

Could it be that attractive pervert again!

Squatting down beside the bed, he whispered, "Who did you dream about?"

Song Wanting waved his clenched hand twice: "Bull me, hit you..."

Ren Er grabbed his waving hand: "...Who bullied you?"

Song Wanting sniffed again, aggrieved: "Silly dog, silly dog ​​is not allowed, silly dog ​​is too big...I'm afraid, woooo..."

Ren Er backed away in horror, even fell a buttock, and got up with hands and feet.

dog!What Song Wanting dreamed about was a dog!

This is too... perverted!

He was still on fire just now, but now that he has been poured cold water on his head, he is completely stupid.

Fortunately, the ringing mobile phone saved him, and he went downstairs to get ice cream in a daze.

After he left, Song Wanting's thin lips parted slightly: "Ren Er, hug me...haha..."

Ren Er ate two ice creams before he calmed down. It is inevitable that people will have some strange dreams when they are alive... I guess.

After doing enough mental preparation, he returned to the room. Song Wanting stopped talking in his sleep and kept thinking about his discomfort. He took his temperature again, and it was one and a half degrees higher than before. He quickly called Liu Zhou: "Doctor Liu , His body temperature is still rising, come quickly."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Taking advantage of Liu Zhou's absence, he murmured in Song Wanting's ear like a mantra: "Don't talk, there are no dogs, not even a single dog, you have to keep quiet, remember, keep quiet."

As for whether you can keep your reputation, that's up to you.

Liu Zhou was indeed arriving soon, Ren Er looked at the small needle in his hand: "You don't want to give him a spanking needle, do you?"

"This way the body temperature drops quickly." Liu Zhou pushed the needle, and a stream of liquid medicine shot out from the needle tip.

Ren Er glanced at Song Wanting who was about to burn into braised pork, and had no choice but to sit on the bed and hug Song Wanting in his arms, feeling like he was hugging a stove.

Liu Zhou gestured: "Just pull the pants here."

Ren Er carefully pulled the trousers to the designated position, not at all, but even so he was still very uncomfortable, Song Wanting's white ass was just like this being looked at by others.

Never let him have a fever again!

The slender needle pointed at the flesh, pierced it and immediately made a small hole, Song Wanting's eyes opened suddenly, and when he saw Ren Er, although his eyes were still confused, his nose wrinkled, and he was about to cry.

Liu Zhou: "Okay."

Ren Er pulled up his pants as fast as he could.

Song Wanting heard other people's voices, and the crying was silent, and she lay on Ren Er's shoulder aggrievedly, holding her mouth tightly.

"After the injection, his body temperature will start to drop in about three to 10 minutes. He should be fine again tomorrow, but you still have to pay more attention and call me if you have any questions."

Ren Er: "Thank you."

Liu Zhou: "It's okay, I'll go first."

As soon as he left, Song Wanting cried, "It hurts, he hit me." He raised his head, looked at Ren Er with tears streaming down his face, and stretched out his hand to point to the door: "You don't help me, woo woo woo..."

Ren Er even felt guilty at this moment, Song Jiaojiao really couldn't resist.

"I'm sorry, I will help you next time, next time, don't, don't cry—ha." He coaxed Song Wanting in a blunt tone, he had never coaxed anyone before, this is really a technical job.

Although Song Jiaojiao was delicate but obedient, she nestled back on his shoulder: "Knead."

Ren Er tilted his head to look at Song Jiaojiao, what to rub?

Song Jiaojiao patted the injection site just now: "Rub it, it hurts."

Ren Er grabbed his hand, it would only hurt more and more, but he dared not rub it casually, waiting for Song Wanting to go online would kill him.

Turning his eyes, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera and said to Song Jiaojiao, "You want me to rub it for you?"

Song Jiaojiao hummed like a little rabbit: "Yes."

Ren Er put away his mobile phone. After getting the evidence, he became confident. He was still a little nervous and excited. He stopped at the place where Song Jiaojiao had the injection just now, and hurriedly sent a message to Liu Zhou: Mr. Liu, where is the injection? Can you knead?

Liu Zhou: Very light, very light, it can be far away.

Ren Er frowned, one up and one down, looking at the phone farther away, what kind of professional term is this?

The hand moved slightly, farther away from the injection site, the Adam's apple rolled twice urgently, the fingertips were so tense that they turned up, and the big hand pressed down little by little—so soft!

what is this?

Butt is so soft?

The dog is shocked!

He avoided the injection site, rubbed it cautiously, and at the same time swayed in his arms like Song Wanting was coaxing a child to sleep.

The old man was quite comfortable to hold.

Ren Er didn't sleep all night, and took Song Wanting's body temperature to confirm that there were no repeats, and then dipped the cotton swab left by Liu Zhou with water and applied it to Song Wanting's mouth.

He stayed there until dawn before putting down the sleeping Song Wanting.

Grinning, he moved his arms and legs, got out of bed, and went to the guest bathroom on the first floor.

Upstairs, Song Wanting was woken up by the phone, and touched the phone to connect.

"Brother Ting, I'm here to see you, please open the door for me."

"it is good."

Song Wanting hung up the phone, touched the remote control on the bedside table and pressed it.

The door opened automatically, and Jiang Mian went straight to the second floor: "Brother Ting, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Song Wanting didn't get up without much strength: "Fortunately, how do you know I'm sick?"

"Ren Er told me that you didn't send Sweetheart and the others to the police station yesterday. I asked you how you were doing, but you didn't reply, so I asked Ren Er again. He said you had a fever."

His fire of gossip has endured from the boat until now, and it is burning fiercely, and he can no longer hold back: "Brother Ting, do you like Ren Er?"

Behind the wall, Ren Er, who had just walked to the door, slammed on the brakes and stopped.

Is it Jiang Mian?He said Song Wanting liked him?

Song Wanting's heart stopped beating suddenly, his head was dizzy for a while, his hands under the quilt were clenched into a ball, and his face remained unchanged: "What did you say?"

"I think Brother Ting, you like Ren Er." Jiang Mian said it again honestly, and this time she used an affirmative sentence.

After two seconds of eerie silence in the room, Song Wanting laughed very suddenly, with a flustered and anxious tone, slamming each word one after another: "He is 12 years younger than me, and now he doesn't even No right to marry."

Jiang Mian shrugged her shoulders: "But he will grow up, he is not always 21 years old."

Ren Er snorted outside, when you chased Jiang Mian, you didn't think Jiang Mian was small, double standard, Jiang Mian is only four years older than him!

Song Wanting wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat up a little bit: "This is only the first one, and the second one is too tall."

Ren Er leaned his back against the wall, pouted, why didn't you say that you are short, hum.

"Article 3, his skills are too poor."

Jiang Mian's eyes widened, she couldn't believe what she heard, what do you mean?The two of them already...?

Ren Er took a step forward, resisted the urge to go in and pick up his collar, and retracted his feet little by little. He wanted to hear what else the broken pavilion could say!

Song Wanting also realized that she had said the wrong thing: "I mean, he still has his first kiss, and he has no experience at all. Sure... you know what I mean."

Jiang Mian has a complicated face: "But this can also be improved slowly. Ren Er is young, lively and enthusiastic, handsome, and full of security. I think he will definitely make Brother Ting's life very interesting. .”

It's not that he said, he thinks Brother Ting's life is boring.

Song Wanting thought to himself that this is a young man, who will always only get hot-headed, staring at the advantages and completely ignoring the shortcomings of the other party.

"But his drinking capacity is too bad, and his wine taste is not good." He thought for a long time, and found another shortcoming of Ren Er.

Ren Er is really going to scold someone, but Po Tingzi has the nerve to dislike him for his bad wine!It's better than hugging someone and calling him brother when he's drunk!

"Article 11. He can't even swim."

……

"Article 20 He can't wear a tie."

……

"Article 25. He is left-handed, so it is easy for us to fight when we eat and sit together." Song Wanting calmed down after talking a lot, and looked at Jiang Mian who hadn't spoken for a long time.

Ren Er laughed angrily outside, what's wrong with the broken pavilion, he actually disliked that his eyelashes were too thick, as if he had painted eyeliner.

I touched my eyes, what is eyeliner?

Jiang Mian helplessly spread her hands: "Brother Ting, this is more like finding fault."

Song Wanting tapped his fingers under the quilt quickly, and his mind was also running fast, he must come up with a lore.

The light-colored eyeballs flickered: "He is too young, not referring to the age mentioned just now." He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, and his eyes looked there, seriously: "It's like a lighter."

Ren Er's fists were clenched, Song Wanting was dead!

Jiang Mian's expression was finally moved, and he was very surprised: "I really can't tell...Brother Ting, how do you know?"

"I……"

"He tried."

The sudden sound startled the two of them, and they both turned their heads to look at the door. Ren Er walked in with a tall figure, with invisible pressure overflowing from his broad shoulders.

The chair made a harsh sound on the ground, he straddled his long legs and sat upside down with the back of the chair, looking playfully at Song Wanting who was staring at him desperately.

"Because Mr. Song has experienced all aspects in person, so he can talk about this aspect of me with eloquence."

He grinned, showing his white bloodthirsty teeth: "But in private, Mr. Song doesn't call it a lighter, but a rocket launcher."