"Let your dirty hands go." A low voice sounded, and the black man's arms were firmly grasped.

Si Wenbing's chest was floating violently, her face was red due to fever, but the force of holding the black arm was not relaxed at all.

The black man cursed, his wrist was broken to a strange extent, and the curse began to turn into a sensation.

Si Wenbing let him go and pressed his gun against his head, "One chance, leave here, otherwise I won't be polite."

When several black men saw that he had a gun, they did not dare to act rashly. They shouted and stared at him for a while before leaving.

Haiziyu let out a long breath, stared at the back of Si Wenbing's head, looked at his broad back, and felt at ease inside.

Caught off guard, Si Wenbing turned around with an angry look on his face. God knew that he woke up in a vague way, unable to find the anxious feeling when she was running, and the feeling of his lungs tearing open when he was running.

A cold and wet little hand covered his forehead. Because the height was not enough, his hand could only cover his eyebrows.

"It's good, it's not worsened." Haiziyu put down his hand, "I bought you medicine and we'll go home."

Going home? This woman in front of her cares about the place where no one lives and dust is about to choke people to death?

"A Bing?"

A Bing, this is the first time this woman calls herself that.

Haizi met the other person and was stiff on the spot. He thought the other person was angry and wanted to hold the other person's hand, but he was worried that this would make the other person even more angry.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have sneaked out alone." She lowered her head to apologize.

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

The two of them didn't talk anymore. When they returned to the apartment, Haizi found that the door of the apartment was not closed.

Si Wenbing entered the house and took medicine. The two continued to remain silent.

"You go to bed and sleep. You still have a fever and get sick." Haizi was a little anxious, so he must be still angry.

Si Wenbing got up, walked towards the room, stopped after walking to the door, turned around and pulled her hand again.

The bed was not big, and Haizi was lying on his back, with his hands crossed on his chest, next to it was Si Wenbing, with a narrow boundary between them.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the white ceiling. She couldn't sleep. It was normal for her beloved to be unable to sleep when she was lying beside her.

The people around her were not moving and breathing for a long time. They probably fell asleep. In a daze, she also fell asleep in a daze.

The sun stretched out the shadow of the bed very long. Si Wenbing opened his eyes and looked at the woman's sleepy eyes.

She said this was home.

She said it was too good and did not aggravate the cold.

She said she liked him.

Turning over and carrying the moonlight on his back, he looked at the woman in front of him carefully.

Perhaps the moonlight was too beautiful, perhaps she had been following him with constant persistence, or perhaps it was just because she had a fever tonight, her reason was burned out, and her emotions prevailed.

As I got closer, the gap between my lips became smaller and smaller. I kissed it gently and it was really beautiful.

Haizi woke up very early, and the patient was lying beside her. She actually slept until dawn?

When the man turned his head, he was still sleeping. His hair was always meticulous and his sleeping appearance was a little childish.

What would my uncle do when my aunt is sick? She thought for a while and by the way! Cook porridge!

Si Wenbing was awakened by the sound of ping-pong. He thought someone had rushed in, so he immediately took out the gun under the pillow and turned over.

He opened the door and looked at the kitchen, a slender figure was busy.

There are fresh vegetables, and it seems that I have gone to the supermarket, this disobedient woman.
Chapter completed!