President Wife is Pretty and Cool

The fat man was changing his clothes at this time and accidentally kicked the trash can.

"Sorry! Not on purpose."

The fat man put on his clothes crookedly and said.

Lan Anran's attention has been transferred to the trash can, where there are some **** gloves and gauze?

What is Lan Tingyi doing?

Lan Tingyi, who was concentrating on stitching inside, did not hear any movement. He covered the body, packed up his things, and walked out.

Lan Anran and the fat man hurriedly hid under the bed when they heard the movement.

Lan Tingyi entered the door, leaving his gloves in the trash can, and began to wash some utensils. Lan Anran hid underneath and could not see clearly, only knowing that Lan Tingyi would wash things.

After half an hour, Lan Tingyi cleaned up, then turned off the lights and fell asleep.

"Boss, my legs are numb!"

The fat man complained quietly.

"Shhh, don't talk! Get out slowly!"

Lan Anran whispered, and moved out of the bed a little bit.

The one-meter-eight fat man was aggrieved by the bed for half an hour. He was really uncomfortable. He stretched his waist.

"You can suffocate me!"

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

Lan Anran saw that the door of the morgue had been locked, it seemed impossible to go in.

She smiled as she rolled her small eyes.

"Fatty, come here, you still have something less!"

Lan Anran pulled out a red mouth and smiled at the fat man.

"Boss, what are you doing? It won't be good when someone comes!"

The fat man tactfully refused.

"Don't worry, no one wants to come to this place."

Lan Anran put on lipstick and eyeshadow on the fat man, and when he took out the newly bought wig, it was a ghost.

"You go to scare Lan Tingyi and let him tell what he's doing here recently?"

Lan Anran bought these for Fatty for this moment.

"Boss, why don't you..."

"That's my uncle, I can't be recognized, you go!"

Lan Anran kicked the fat man's fart and said.

The fat man walked in tremblingly and said in a low voice.

"Lan Ting Yi ~ Lan Ting Yi ~"

Lan Tingyi was dazed in his sleep, feeling that someone was calling himself, he opened his eyes in a dazed manner.

"Who? Who called me?"

"Lan Tingyi~ it's me~"

The fat man stood at the door and said.

Lan Tingyi was completely sleepy for a while, he sat up in fright and said with wide-eyed eyes.

"Don't come over! It's all my fault! It's my fault! I didn't mean it, I never dared to dissect you again"

Lan Tingyun shrank in the corner, shaking with fright.

"Why do you do this~"

The fat man paused and continued to ask.

"I just want to practice my hands and go to work in a better hospital. Damn it! I don't dare anymore, don't come over!"

Lan Tingyi's voice trembled and buried his head in the quilt and started crying.

The fat man suddenly became interested, took the miniature flashlight in his hand and took a picture of his face!

A pale face appeared in Lan Tingyi's pupils, his pupils shrank instantly, and he suddenly fainted on the bed!

The fat man stepped forward to probe, and sighed.

"Your uncle is too weak, so he fainted."

The fat man smiled.

"What did he say just now?"

Lan Anran walked in and asked.

"He said he didn't dare to dissect anymore, he just wanted to practice his hands and go to work in Bi's hospital, anyway he kept apologizing.

The fat man wiped the powder on his face and said.

"Anatomy? Is he dissecting a corpse in the morgue?"

Lan Anran guessed.

"What? Such a pervert, can this be done?"

The fat man looked at Lan Tingyi on the bed with disgust.

"Very well, I'm thinking about how to send him in. I don't need to waste my time now."

Lan Anran smiled.

"Boss, what do you think of a good way?"

The fat man smiled and said, looking at Lan Anran confidently.

"Let's go now, change your body, go out to scare people!"

Lan Anran smiled.

The fat man took off his clothes and completely forgot the heavy makeup on his face. There were still many patients in the hospital late at night looking at the fat man with strange eyes.

"Boss, why do you think they all look at me like that?"

The fat man asked strangely, pulling Lan Anran in front of him.

Lan Anran didn't seem to want to have any anxiety with Fatty, so he could only pretend not to know him.

"An Ran, why are you here?"

When Li Yueru saw Lan Anran's back from afar, he felt like a daughter and shouted.

"Mom, I'm not looking at your hard work. Come over and see if I can help."

"My daughter is so sensible? I don't have much to help here. Your uncle is in the morgue. Did you go see it?"

Li Yueru asked.

"No, where he is has nothing to do with me."

Lan Anran is calm, she can't tell her mother to dissect the corpse in the hospital, right?

"You kid."

Li Yue just noticed the fat man with makeup beside him and smiled.

"Miss, what's the matter with you?"

The fat man was motionless beside Lan Anran, as if waiting for some order.

"Miss? Me?"

The fat man froze for a moment, and pointed to himself questioningly.

Lan Anran suffocated a smile, this big red lips, coupled with black eyeshadow, there was no sense of disobedience.

"It's okay, I just finished seeing the sick."

The fat man walked away quickly, only then did he remember that he was still wearing a wig.