"Let go of your dirty hand." The low voice sounded, and the black man's arm was firmly grasped.

Si Wenbing's chest floated violently, and his complexion was red because of fever.

The black man cursed, his wrists were scaled to a weird range, and the curse began to become painful.

Si Wenbing let go of him and use his gun to resist his head. "One chance, leave here, otherwise I will not be polite."

Seeing a few black men saw that he had a gun, he didn't dare to make it, shouting at him for a while, and then left.

Haizi spit out a long breath, staring at Si Wenbing's back, looking at his wide back, and stable heart.

Suddenly, Si Wenbing turned, and there was a colored color. God knew that he woke up vaguely, could not find the anxious feeling when she couldn't find her, and the feeling of tearing the lungs when running.

A cold and wet hand covered his forehead, because the height was not enough, the hand could only be covered on the eyebrows.

"Fortunately, it's okay, no more aggravated." Haizi got off, "I bought you medicine, we went home."

Going home? This woman in front of the place where there is no one who lives and the dust is about to kill people as a home?

"A Bing?"

A Bing, this is the first time this woman has called herself like this.

Haizi met the other party as stiff on the spot, thinking that the other party was angry and wanted to go to the other hand, but worried that this would make the other party more angry.

"Sorry, I shouldn't run out alone." She bowed her head and apologized.

One hand pulled out the bag of medicine from her hand, and she looked at Si Wenbing standing beside her, "Let's go."

The two did not speak anymore. When they returned to the apartment, Haizi realized that the door of the apartment was not related.

Si Wenbing entered the house, took medicine, and continued to be silent between the two.

"You go to bed to sleep, you are still getting sick." Haizi was a little bit rushed. He must still be angry.

Si Wenbing got up, walked towards the room, walked to the door and stopped, and turned back to pull her hand again.

The bed is not big, Haizi is lying on the front side, and his hands are overlapped on his chest. Si Wenbing is next to him. The two are separated by a narrow boundary between them.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the white ceiling. She couldn't sleep. The beloved person was lying beside her. It was normal to not sleep.

The people around him had no movement, his breathing was long, probably fell asleep, and between her, she also fell asleep.

The sun pulled the shadow of the bed for a long time. Si Wenbing opened her eyes and looked at the woman's sleeping eyes.

She said it was home.

She said it was so good, did not worsen a cold.

She said she likes him.

Turn around, carrying moonlight, he carefully looked at the woman in front of him.

Perhaps the moonlight is too beautiful, maybe she has been chasing his pace, or maybe just because of the fever tonight, the reason was burned, and her emotions occupied the upper hand.

Close, the gap between lips and lips is getting smaller and smaller, kissing gently, the fruit is really beautiful.

Haizi Yu woke up very early, and the patient was lying around. She actually slept until it was dawn?

On the side, men are still asleep, and always meticulous hair is a bit messy, and there are some childish sleeping.

When the aunt is sick, what do you usually do? She thought for a while, right! Cooking porridge!

Si Wenbing was awakened by the voice of ping -pong ping ping. He thought someone broke in, and immediately touched the gun under the pillow, turned over.

Push the door and watch the kitchen, a slim figure is busy.

There are fresh vegetables, it seems to be going to the supermarket, this disobedient woman.
Chapter completed!