Seeing Lafite's screams getting more and more tragic, the indifference on Wu Xianer's face began to disappear.
"Just be patient for now, I'll be right back when I get out!"
After Wu Xianer finished speaking, she ran out in a hurry.
Seeing Wu Xian'er's graceful figure walking away, the fat boy turned around and entered the room, and said to the howling Lafite: "Boss, Miss Xian'er has gone far, you don't have to pretend."
"Pretend? Pretend! The pain is really unbearable. My whole body feels like ten thousand ants crawling around. I want to be shattered to pieces immediately!"
The fat boy was shocked and said: "What should we do? Otherwise, call the doctor quickly!"
"Zhutou! If you call the doctor, wouldn't sister Xian'er be exposed? If you dare to betray sister Xian'er, labor and management will be the first to kill your baby!"
Lafite was sweating profusely, but he roared viciously.
For the sake of love, he risked his life.
The fat boy said in panic: "What should we do?"
"Put your hand over here!"
"What are you doing, boss? Ah... Boss, why did you bite me... Oops, it's not good, the boss has rabid dog disease!"
The fat boy screamed more violently than Lafite, struggling desperately to take his hand out.
Lafite was in too much pain, so he wanted to find something to bite on. Let's bite the sheets. If it's too dirty, bite the chair. It's too hard. After thinking about it, only this silly boy's arms are more suitable. They are both fleshy and fleshy.
It's relatively clean.
Of course, he would never know that when the fat boy masturbated in the bathroom at midnight last night, he also used his left hand...
Wu Xian'er hurried to the bathroom, slipped in like a thief, closed the door, hurriedly took out a thread-bound ancient book, and started to read it. The ancient book looked like it was going to scatter in the wind. It was amazing that it could be preserved.
It's a miracle.
After looking at it for a while, she frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly said: "So that's it. Why is it wrong? It turns out that I got the wrong acupuncture point! Oh no, if I don't apply the acupuncture, the qi and blood will go backwards and gather in the lower vagina, causing diarrhea.
From now on Fei..."
Wu Xian'er hurriedly put away the ancient books and ran out. After only running a few steps, she slowed down again and walked leisurely.
When she thought that the functions of Lafite and Lafite might be greatly affected, Wu Xianer was not in a hurry.
"Hmph, you damn pervert, wolf, you deserve to be crippled."
Little did Lafite know that the goddess in his heart was actually the God of Plague. He felt uncomfortable all over his body, like an inflated balloon, with streams of heat constantly gathering in his body.
The little brother, who was originally thick and swollen after being kicked violently by Chen Jiaqian, was like a high-pressure inflator at this moment, and was about to explode. The force of biting the fat little brother's arm increased a little, and the fat little brother burst into tears, and his miserable appearance was compared with that of Chen Jiaqian.
Lafite is even worse.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the goddess Wu Xian'er descended from the sky, holding a long golden needle in her hand, and pierced him into his body.
Lafite felt like he was deflating like a deflated balloon, his eyes suddenly turned white, and he fainted again.
This move made the younger brother sent by Wu Xinhe, the leader of the Chopper Gang, to inquire about the news was dumbfounded. He originally thought that Lafite could speak, and it would be easy to find the real culprit and quell the dispute between the two gangs, so as not to really anger Zhang Decheng, which would be self-defeating. Who would have thought that Lafite could speak?
Just as Fei was able to speak, he fainted again, and according to the beautiful nurse, there was no telling when he would wake up from his illness.
This allowed Fan Kang and the others not to be disturbed. Even Fan Kang had no idea why. He just felt that every time he went to the supermarket to throw away garbage, the supermarket owner would look at him strangely, even with a trace of