Slag Girl Illustrated Book

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When the nurse saw this fairy collocation, she was a little excited.

Finally, a little nurse came to the fore to give Ruan Xihe a needle.

Ah, this little hand is soft, tender and white.

She couldn't bear to tie it up.

I patted the back of my hand to make the veins more obvious, and quickly pushed the needle in with my eyesight, so that the pain would be reduced for a while.

After pressing the wound patch, Fan Qingtong held the medicine bottle high, and took Ruan Xihe to find an empty seat to sit down.

The low-grade fever will come to feel now, her mind is dizzy, and she wants to sleep a little.

People who don’t get sick very often will be very serious if they get sick all the time.

Ruan Xihe hasn't been so uncomfortable for a long time.

Fan Qingtong adjusted her posture, letting Ruan Xihe lean in his arms: "If you feel uncomfortable, you will sleep for a while. I'll look at the medicine bottle if it's okay."

"Okay." Ruan Xihe leaned in his arms, and this moment was the most relaxing one in the past few months.

Fan Qingtong looked at the little girl Baisheng's small face, not knowing why her heart was sour and bulging.

It would be nice to hold her like this for a lifetime.

He was obviously not a leisurely temper, but for an hour after hanging up with water, he really did everything, that is, he held her, slapped her scattered hair from time to time, and then looked at the potion bottle.

The phone in his pocket vibrated several times, and he did not take it out to play. If it is an emergency assistant at work, he should call directly instead of sending messages, so there is no need to rush to reply.

Only her matter is the most important now.

One hand lightly patted the little **** the back. When she was a child, she fell ill. When the nanny took him to the hospital, she coaxed him like this.

There was also a woman sitting next to her. She came by herself.

As soon as we broke up, her boyfriend was with her ex. She was sick and her parents were not around. Everyone was grown up. Friends were busy. Work, work, and children with children had to come for an infusion.

When a person is sick, he is always particularly vulnerable, and when he sees this scene, he is suddenly full of grievances.

Tears fell one by one.

The collapse of adults is actually all in an instant.

The potion dripped bit by bit, Fan Qingtong adjusted it slowly, and didn't need to hang it so fast, because she was afraid that she would be uncomfortable, so it didn't matter if she waited slowly.

Such time passed quickly.

"Can you come here to get the doctor?" Fan Qingtong has a very good education, but he doesn't want to be too loud for fear of waking Ruan Xihe.

The nurse over there came over quickly.

But the tingling sensation at the moment the needle was removed still woke her up.

"Did it hurt you?" Fan Qingtong pressed her in his arms with one hand and comforted her softly, while pressing the cotton swab with the other hand, for fear of bleeding where the needle was pulled out.

"Well, it hurts a bit."

After sitting with her for a while, Fan Qingtong got up and went to the doctor to see the precautions. For fear of Ruan Xihe's discomfort, she let her sit in a chair obediently and wait for him to come back.

Ruan Xi and well-behaved should be.

"Your boyfriend is so kind to you." The sister next to her suddenly spoke to Ruan Xihe.

"It's pretty good." When you are in love, you are good to any girlfriend.

But in fact, Fan Qingtong is really different to her.

Ruan Xihe doesn't bet the future on anyone, so she is very clear-headed.

"You just fell asleep and didn't see it. He saw that your eyes were too gentle, and I wish you happiness forever." The sister smiled and spoke, but there was glitter in her eyes.

"Thank you, you will be happy too." Ruan Xihe also smiled warmly and tenderly to that sister.

Fan Qingtong came back and took her out.

Ruan Xihe turned to look at that sister again before leaving, she was crying at a photo in the phone album.

It's a photo of two people.

So, love, why is it so cloudy and uncertain? When I love you, I feed you with honey and when I leave, I feed you with arsenic.

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