Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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Chapter 1270

The essay dipped the entire body into hot water, and the cold body was finally warmed by the rain, and her hair was wet and dyed. She simply spread the hair out and washed it in the water. When the wash was about the same, the outer head There was a knock on the door of Xiao Er, and it seemed that he had brought clean clothes.

Wan Ye quickly walked out of the bath room. "Little Er said that he could wash and dry the clothes for us so that we can wear our own clothes when we leave tomorrow."

Originally the station did not have this service. The second child received so much money and didn't do much to feel uncomfortable, so he offered to help them to do laundry.

Nianwen sank his body down and said, "Come in and get it, don't peek."

Wan Yan chuckled: "What do you have in mind? What do you have, do I not?"

Nianwen blushed and didn't speak, and when he came in freely, he picked up the clothes from the low stool, turned around, and went out. Sure enough, he didn't squint. If he looked closely, his cheeks seemed to be red.

Will he be shy?

Wan Yan took the wet clothes and went out. When she heard the sound of closing the door from outside, she stood up from the water, reached for the clothes on the low stool outside, and touched the smooth surface of the stool with her hands. It was really smooth and nothing. .

She froze, he took the wet clothes, but did not put the clean clothes on?

When she was bathing at home, when Donger came in to get dirty clothes, she would put clean clothes beside the bucket at the same time. . .

When she was in a bun, the light in front of her was bright, and Wan Yan was holding the clothes to enter the curtain. The two eyes collided in astonishment, Wan Yan's eyes involuntarily dropped from her face. . .

Nianwen quickly sank back into the water, shy and angry: "Hey, don't you say hello when you come in?"

Wan Yan swallowed into his dry throat, "Did you just say hello, who knows you will--"

He hurriedly put the clothes in his hand on the low stool, and quickly turned around, struggling to suppress the small heart that was banging and the blood rising from the lower abdomen.

"I'll go out and see if there is anything to eat." He dropped this and hurried away.

Nianwen opened his mouth and shouted at him. As soon as his mouth opened, he heard a slam on the outside and closed the door.

"This guy is in a hurry. He is still wearing a wet suit, and it should be him who is sick for a while."

She rose quickly, put on the less-fitting men's clothing, and sat under the window, wiping her hair.

Soon Wan Wan returned, holding a bowl of **** soup in his hand, steaming, apparently just out of the pot.

He put **** soup on the table and walked behind her: "I'll help you."

"No, I can do it myself." She refused, but he still pulled the cloth towel in his hand.

He wiped her hair for her, strands, strands, delicate and affectionate.

"I'll wrap your wet hair in the future and wipe it forever," he said suddenly.

She looked at Wan Mi in the mirror, with a smile on her face, writing earnestly.

She asked, "How long is your life?"

He laughed: "From now on, when I die."

Who can tell exactly how long a lifetime is, some people have a lot of life, and some people have a short life, maybe ten, twenty, sixty, a hundred years.

He couldn't tell her how long his life was, but he could promise that in his lifetime, he would love her and love her like now, and never change.