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"Wake up?" Han Xuejia put down the guitar and poured him a glass of water. m

Ma Ke gave a long ghost cry like a poem.

"Xuejia, I actually like you very much, really—" Marco began to confide in love in the illusion.

Maybe women like more romantic men, I won't talk about that anymore, Marco thought.

"Huh?" Han Xuejia couldn't help but blush and smile. Does this big pervert really like herself so much? Has he already fallen in love with himself?

"You have a cold, get up and drink some water, and take some medicine later."

She put down the little cake, reached out and tried the wet clothes on the clothesline, knowing that Ma Ke had caught a cold. Han Xuejia hurriedly cleaned up the filth that Marco vomited, and then opened the door for ventilation.

The pervert was dazed and refused to take medicine, struggling like a pig, dragged Han Xuejia's shoes with anger and jumped onto his bed. I didn't care about ladies or ladies, Han Xuejia immediately rode on this kid, squeezed his head, pinched his nose, and poured him hard, and in the end he sprinkled a pillow of water.

"Xuejia, I'm sorry, don't be afraid! I will be responsible for you. I really didn't know that you were a virgin that night! And you were pregnant, I only learned about it later. I would accompany you if I knew it. The hospital. I really—"

Marco, who was spinning in the whirlpool, received Han Xuejia's voice signals in his brain, and he used psychedelic imagination to transform these voice signals into images. As a result, Han Xuejia dressed as an angel appeared in his maelstrom. With a little tiptoe, Marco flew to Han Xuejia's side. He took Han Xuejia's hand and began to tell his love and repentance.

"This neurosis is probably burnt out."

He woke up.

"Rogue! Insane!" Han Xuejia slapped the guy severely.

"Oh, sorry. It rained too much when I went out to buy a train ticket, it was probably dripping."

She was dumbfounded by the drowsy pervert.

Marco clutched his hot face aggrievedly.

This kid's fever hasn't gone back yet, he is nonsense and disgusting! What a big neurosis! Han Xuejia thought.

"Hey, what are you stunned?" Han Xuejia stabbed Marco.

"I'm a pervert! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were a virgin!"

"Oh-what time is it? Is it morning or evening?" Marco didn't have a trace of strength. It took a lot of effort for the boss to sit up with the help of Han Xuejia.

Han Xuejia helped him wipe the water stains on his neck, moved a small stool and sat at the door, and dullly counted the raindrops on the eaves.

The two were pregnant with ghosts and sat together to start Marco Polo's 27th birthday dinner.

Han Xuejia looked at Marco's funny look and couldn't help but smile. She took the towel and wiped the cold sweat from Marco's forehead.

"It's almost seven in the evening, here you are."

"Huh? Why?" Han Xuejia was a little weird, and grasped Marco's calloused hand tightly.

"what--"

"The morning after tomorrow, I will go to Jinan." Ma Ke smiled.

"Xuejia, I'm sorry for you!" Marco firmly grasped her hand.

Well, she must be shy, anyway, people are girls,

"Ah! Xuejia, I was retribution, I was struck by lightning! I love you, forgive me! Ah, I'm dead!" Marco grabbed the quilt tightly in horror, and then fell into a coma again.

"Huh?", Han Xuejia's smile disappeared, and her eyebrows were twisted. What happened to this rascal?

"Huh??" Han Xuejia's eyes were already in flames, and she held her palm in the air.

"The morning after tomorrow? Jinan?" Han Xuejia was a little surprised. She didn't expect Marco to leave so soon.

"You have been here for a long time?" Marco gently shook his chaotic head.

"Marco Polo, what's wrong with you?" Han Xuejia shook his head vigorously.

Han Xuejia tucked the quilt for him and opened the umbrella to a nearby clinic to get Marco some cold pills.

"You shut up!" Han Xuejia went crazy!

"Does he really love me?" Han Xuejia smiled.

"How do I know! You don't have a fever. It's probably a fever, it's swollen!" Han Xuejia couldn't help laughing, "Get up and wash your face."

Han Xuejia thought that Marco was drunk on the phone, but found that the kid was sick when she arrived in the cabin.

Han Xuejia looked at his watch. It was already half past six in the afternoon, and it was already dark.

"Snapped!"

After counting the raindrops all afternoon, the dead pig still did not wake up.

10 mental patients with cold and fever

"Marco Polo! Marco Polo!" Han Xuejia shook Marco gently, trying to wake him up.

"Hurry up and eat cake!" Han Xuejia had already set dinner.

"Love? Really love?"

Maybe it's time to take the courage of a man and face the cruel reality.

"Huh? Have you bought a train ticket?"

He stared at the basin in a daze.

The cold water awakened Marco Chaos nerves a little, and he immediately thought of the terrible problem.

"Snapped!!!"

Han Xuejia handed him the water, and Marco took it and took a few sips to moisturize his throat.

"Huh?" Han Xuejia felt a strange feeling in his heart when he heard him call her name.

Ma Ke turned his face a little bitterly, staring at Han Xuejia affectionately, and then--

Marco was there thinking wildly, and Han Xuejia didn't bother to care about him.

"Xuejia—I—child—I'm sorry—Xuejia—how could I get pregnant—does it hurt—" Marco started to talk nonsense.

Ma Ke was confessing his sins in the arms of Han Xuejia's angel, and suddenly felt a loud noise in his ears, and then a dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes. what! Marco understands that God didn't forgive his sins. God thundered him!

"I want to see Zhang Yang, and then go to Beijing from Jinan. Huh? Why does my cheek hurt so much?" Marco suddenly felt that his right half of his face seemed swollen.

Is this guy dreaming? Did he dream of himself? But what does he say about these inexplicable words?

"Yeah," Marco stopped thinking about the problem of cheeks, so he got out of bed and washed his face.

She slapped the crazy so much that even his mother couldn't recognize him.

What are you worrying about? Maybe I should do some more.

The girls don’t care about it, just as if nothing happened.

Well, just pretend that it never happened before—

She returned to the hut and fed Marco some pills.

"What's wrong with me?" Marco rubbed his temples, still having a splitting headache.

Feeling a little bored, Han Xuejia took off Marco's electric guitar and played "The Romance of Love" based on memory.

Han Xuejia? This woman in front of her! How to do? How to do!

"Snapped!!"

"Xuejia, why don't you tell me if you are pregnant? I will be responsible for you!"

Are women like this now? Han Xuejia wants to do it herself?

"Huh? Xuejia?"

"Snapped!"

"Why did you go for an abortion? Abolished the baby? Does it hurt?"

Anyway, the raw rice has been cooked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the child is also knocked out,

"Well, here it is!" Marco smiled strangely, and sat down swaggeringly.

The kid took that slap as a thunder.

She touched the sleeping Marco's forehead. This touch scared her very much. Marco's hot forehead could almost fry eggs!

Being a mother-in-law like this would make her feel embarrassed.

"I came here at half past one, and then I found that you were unconscious like a dead pig!" Han Xuejia complained coquettishly.

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