Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 117 The actor's hidden married little wife 25

  Bai Weiwei found stomach medicine, poured warm water and rushed to He Boan's side.

  He Bo'an was in pain so bad that he was about to lose consciousness. He felt like his stomach was being stirred by a knife, and the pain was so painful that his eyes turned black and his head went numb.

  Bai Weiwei felt cold sweat when she touched his head.

   "Bo'an, take some medicine." Bai Weiwei touched his face, trying to stuff the medicine into his mouth.

   He gritted his teeth until his face turned blue.

  The medicine couldn't be inserted at all. Bai Weiwei was a little anxious, she tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't bear it until his whole body trembled, and he didn't open his mouth at all.

  Bai Weiwei wanted to call an ambulance.

  He Boyan seemed to know what she was going to do, endured the pain, and stretched out his hand to hold her.

   "The medicine...give me, I can't go to the hospital..."

  Bai Weiwei turned her head quickly, reached out to hug him, stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and then gave him water.

  He Bo'an had exhausted all his energy for those words, and even lost the strength to swallow the water. The medicine swirled in his mouth and he still couldn't swallow it.

  Suddenly his lips felt warm, Bai Weiwei kissed him, poured a mouthful of clear water into his mouth, and forced him to swallow it.

  He Bo'an's eyelashes twitched, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see that Bai Weiwei's eyes were full of worry.

  He rested his head on her lap, holding her clothes tightly with his hands. This posture was very much like an insecure boy, seeking a warm place to live.

  He Bo'an remembers that when he had stomach pains, he used to find medicine by himself in those days, and endured the pain alone until the medicine took effect.

   That kind of feeling is not very good, but it is even more uncomfortable to be seen in a messy state of stomach pain.

  So he would rather endure alone than let others see his embarrassing side.

  But being hugged by Bai Weiwei, he was very surprised that he didn't have the idea of ​​avoiding it.

  Suddenly, Bai Weiwei pushed him onto the sofa again, and then she turned around and walked away.

  He Bo'an frowned, his face was pale and he wanted to struggle, and his fingers couldn't help but want to grab her again.

   But she was walking so fast that he couldn't catch anything.

  When Bai Weiwei came back, she saw He Bo'an's expression of lovelessness.

  Is it really that painful?

  Then she saw He Bo'an's eyes shining, staring at her in a daze.

   Looking at her, she had the illusion that she was being targeted by a vicious dog.

  Bai Weiwei stretched out her hand to untie his clothes, and then put the hot towel in her hand on it.

  He Boyan trembled all over. She thought he was in severe pain, so she immediately reached out and stroked his hair, as if to comfort him.

   "It won't hurt later, bear with it."

  Bai Weiwei is serious and gentle, pressing her hand on his abdomen, the heat of the hot towel can play a therapeutic role.

  When she was sick before, hot compresses often worked.

The effect of the medicine made the stomach no longer have the sharp pain of twisting, but He Bo'an didn't know why, instead of pushing her away, he pretended that he couldn't get up, and lay weakly on the sofa, enjoying the touch of her fingers .

  Bai Weiwei said softly: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore if you endure it."

  He Bo'an's complexion gradually improved, and he began to feel comfortable. He was too tired during this time, and he fell asleep in Bai Weiwei's gentle voice.

   This sleep was very comfortable.

   When he woke up, he was still lying on the sofa, covered with a quilt.

  Where is Bai Weiwei?

  He Boyan immediately jumped up, feeling a little restless.

  He suddenly heard a voice coming from the kitchen, he was overjoyed, and rushed into the kitchen immediately.

  This woman actually cooks for him, saying she doesn't love him so firmly, she still can't let him go in a blink of an eye.

  He walked into the kitchen, just about to raise a smug smile.

   "Brother An, are you awake?"

   Xiaomu, a 9.9 meter strong man, is wearing an apron, holding a pot, smiling at him with a good wife and mother.

   The first update.

  (end of this chapter)