When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

Ji Chen knew he wasn't asleep. Although the background music was turned off, the game's special effects sounded from time to time.

Playing that way is called an aboveboard, not afraid of being known by him at all.

After thinking for a few seconds, Ji Chen cleared his throat.

"Fu Yu, let's talk."

It was like a stone sinking into the sea, and no response was received after this sentence went out.

Ji Chen was not embarrassed, and continued: "Master Fu?"

"Pay to?"

"Little fish?"

"Pay?"

"Yu?"

Seeing him screaming more and more outrageous, Fu Yu threw away the phone.

"Fart fast, talk about things."

Ji Chen coughed dryly, and said the same words: "Let's talk?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about what happened last night."

Fu Yu was not interested, "The blade of the Xiongjian is yours now, so there is nothing to talk about."

Ji Chen was dumb, and explained dryly: "I really didn't do this on purpose, I just saw it coming, and subconsciously wanted to block it, I don't know how it..."

Having said that, he shut up.

No matter how this line sounds, it has a sense of sight of a white lotus that is cheap and good-looking.

I don't know which sentence poked Fu Yu's nerve.

He sneered: "You don't know? You don't know that the body of the male sword will be regarded as the master, and you don't know what the consequences will be if you block it?"

This can be regarded as his luck, not serious, just a skin trauma.

"What are you mad about?"

There was something wrong with what he said.

Ji Chen tentatively said, "You can't stop that sword coming. Either I get hurt or you get hurt. There is no better way."

"This old man knows!"

Fu Yu lifted the quilt and sat up, "But I'm different from you! I've been injured for one night and it's fine, so can you be injured?!

If there was no Chen Guangjian's car last night, or if the hospital was a little farther away, the light vein bleeding could consume you to death, wouldn't you be afraid at all? ! "

From his words, he confirmed his conjecture.

There was a faint joy in Ji Chen's heart.

Walking to the side of the escort's bed, under Fu Yu's death gaze, he raised his hand and touched his head.

As a result, Fu Yu slapped it down, and his tone became even more annoyed: "Are you fucking sick?"

Ji Chen was not as knowledgeable as him, and his voice was very slow: "Although you say so, there is actually no difference.

Your injury heals quickly, but it can also hurt.

Compared with me, at most, your body’s healing function is better than mine. What’s the difference?

Besides, I'm fine now, it's just a skin trauma.

If I didn't block it, the sword would have penetrated your arm. Looking at it this way, it's more cost-effective in this situation. "

Fu Yu felt a little overwhelmed by him staring at him like this. It was undeniable that such beautiful words were said by a big star with a particularly sincere feeling.

The anger in his heart was thoroughly poured out by his few words.

I didn't know how to respond, so I turned over and lay down again, covered my body with the quilt, and kicked the bed loudly.

He muttered in a low voice: "I think you are fucking sick."

Ji Chen laughed out loud, seeing that he was so awkward, he was really cute no matter how you looked at it.

I poked him on the back with my finger, dissatisfied: "Who are we injured? You just ignore an injured person like this."

"I want to take a bath, you go get me hot water."

"By the way, buy a clean towel. I guess I can't wash it like this, so I can just wipe it."

"hold head high."

"Master Fu?"

"Pay to?"

Ji Chen once again refreshed Fu Yu's impression of him.

"What to wash, don't worry about it, the wound is infected again, go and go back to your bed and sleep."

It's too troublesome, fetching water and buying towels is a small problem, the main thing is whether he has to wait for this old man to take a shower and change clothes?

Ji Chen didn't move: "Will you go or not?"

"Don't go."

"Forget it." Ji Chen sighed, and sat back on his bed, "I'm a person. I'm in a bad mood and my control over Yang Qi tends to drop. I don't know if someone can push the accompanying bed in the middle of the night."

Fu Yu gritted his teeth and got out from under the quilt, his black hair messed up.

"Ji Chen!"

"Ah."

The expression was frank and serious, without a hint of guilt.

Fu Yu gritted his teeth: "Well done, I'll go right away."

While putting on his shoes, he scolded the big star from top to bottom and left to right in his heart.

It's only been a few days of work, and from the beginning of "I just learned to control it badly", it has become a naked threat.

I became a nurse directly.

If he was able to climb the bed before changing his job, he would definitely not be ordered by others, but now this one is a sick one.

I don't sleep well, so if I accidentally cracked his wound, wouldn't it be an extra day to serve him?

"Go slowly, don't worry, don't get burned."

Ji Chen asked carefully.

Fu Yu picked up the thermos and sneered twice: "How could it be? I keep the hot water and scald the pigskin to death. I will never waste it on myself."

Ji Chen looked at him with a smile: "Go early and come back early."

Fu Yu kicked and stepped out the door.

It didn't take long to come back.

Holding a thermos in one hand, and a newly purchased pink plastic basin in the other, with a gray towel in it.

The bathroom in the ward was not big, and two big men would almost fill up the space once they stood inside.

Ji Chen took off his clothes and sat on the small bench wearing only his underwear.

Fu Yu washed the towel first, and then began to add water, and soaked the towel in it when he felt that his hands were not hot.

The gauze on Ji Chen's shoulders was wrapped layer after layer.

He wrung out the towel as best he could before wiping it.

Fu Yu had seen Ji Chen's naked body several times, anyway, seeing it now, he had no idea.

What charming little thoughts?

It's not that impulsive yet.

Sitting there, Ji Chen was so cute, he raised his arm when asked, and raised his hand when asked.

Fu Yu wiped him up and down twice, and moved his eyes down to his private parts.

"Don't wipe here?"

Ji Chen raised his eyes: "No need."

"Everyone is a big man, why are you shy? It's not like you haven't seen it."

Ji Chen: "I still want some face."

After serving the old man to take a shower and change clothes, he helped him to the bed and lay down.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the uncle's next request came again.

Ji Chen lay on the bed: "I'm a little sleepy."

Fu Yu covered him with a quilt, and said calmly, "That's really great, please sleep."

But hurry up and go to bed, this person usually takes the cold route, and when he gets annoying, he can't see the coldness at all.

Ji Chen looked at him, without a trace of sleepiness in his eyes, "I want to hear people tell stories."