The Stepmother was Overturned

Zhuo Wenshu hurriedly covered the quilt. That face, which was always covered with clouds, rarely showed some cracks. This time he did not curse or hit anyone, but asked, "Did you inform the fat man about them?"

Just kidding, how is it possible to notify?

Such a good opportunity to be alone, can you find a bunch of big masters to be flash lights? What about her persona? Without skin friction, where can the spark of love come?

Fuck this infatuated character, Shi Jiaojiao was carefully considered and tested for death. What does Zhuo Wenshu lack the most? What can really shake his heart?

Money can't, guilt can't, and he won't let it go if it simply disappears. There is only feelings, a man and a woman, no relatives, no cause, and hatred. The only scripts that can be played are love and killing.

"I don't know their phone number," Shi Jiaojiao said with a pure face, "I want to take care of you and inform them that even big men won't serve people, I will."

Zhuo Wenshu was so angry that Shi Jiaojiao passed away prematurely these days, so that when she said such words with such a nonchalant expression, he found that he was unexpectedly mad.

"Are you still urinating?" Shi Jiaojiao asked Zhuo Wenshu, holding the urinal, clutching the corner of his hand.

The small green veins on Zhuo Wenshu's forehead began to jump with a thunderbolt. After a while, he suppressed the urge to kick Shi Jiaojiao to death, and whispered, "Go to the toilet."

Shi Jiaojiao didn’t grind, so he stuffed the urinal under the bed, drove his legs down first, put slippers on him, avoided the bandages fixed by Zhuo Wenshu, and drove his intact right arm in a hug. He went to the toilet.

The toilet is in the ward, but at a short distance from the bedside to the toilet, both of them are all sweaty.

Standing on the edge of the toilet, Shi Jiaojiao asked again, "Large and small? Can I help you sit down?"

The big tendons on Zhuo Wenshu's neck were tensed, and he didn't know whether it was embarrassing or painful. He stood still, lifted up the arm resting on Shi Jiaojiao's neck for a moment, and whispered, "Get out."

"You can't stand on your own," Zhuo Wenshu's bones were not broken, but one leg was hurt, and the other ankle was hurt. If you fall here, you will definitely have a second fracture.

"Be good, be obedient," Shi Jiaojiao said, holding his waist, half of his body against him, "You can move with one hand, and I won't help you take off your pants. Hurry up, I won't peek."

Zhuo Wenshu's ears were red, frowning, knowing that his current situation is not suitable for any more aggressiveness, and he was really uncomfortable, so he could easily pull down his pants.

The sound of clattering was very loud. This sound was suffocated. Shi Jiaojiao really didn't want to see it, but Zhuo Wenshu shuddered at the end. Shi Jiaojiao's original body was not good enough, and he insisted on supporting the weight of a big man. Zhuo Wenshu shook, she also shook, and accidentally touched the injured ankle of her ancestor to the ground.

Zhuo Wenshu felt pain, and subconsciously lifted it, all the weight was on Shi Jiaojiao's body.

Shi Jiaojiao really didn't resist, and took a step backward, and the two of them watched as they were about to fall.

Behind her was the sink. It was a trivial matter that her waist was broken when she knocked up. Zhuo Wenshu was injured again, and it was in trouble.

At the moment, Shi Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and hugged Zhuo Wenshu and twisted her direction. The strength of the two slammed her against the wall, and she felt her chest crack.

For two seconds, the front was white, but it was so, and the hand protecting Zhuo Wen's book wound was not put down, she herself must believe that she really loves him!

Zhuo Wenshu reacted very quickly. He pressed the wall with his right hand once, and he didn't smash Shi Jiaojiao firmly.

But there was a gap in the upper body, not underneath, Shi Jiaojiao clearly felt that Zhuo Wenshu's soft and lying baby hadn't had time to return to his place.

Of course, Zhuo Wenshu, who was the person involved, also discovered this deadly situation.

Shi Jiaojiao really has no evil intentions. The whole back she hits now hurts. It's just the first time she touched this thing in her life. She couldn't help thinking that she had not set the size of Zhuo Wenshu's cannon fodder. Zhidanqin’s international standard is 18 centimeters, two hours at a time, and one night until dawn. After all, this is the standard for male protagonists in online novels.

So she said sincerely, "You have grown up really well." It's really good, she didn't set it, it's so big, it's so rare.

Zhuo Wen's book was originally stiffened into a pillar. Hearing her words, it burst and burned. He was full of hatred for her, and his anger burned his sanity. He didn't try to stuff the baby, but just pinched it again. Shi Jiaojiao's neck.

"You dare to take another look, I **** dug out your eyes!"

Shi Jiaojiao said in his heart that I'm **** your father, pinching my neck is addictive, right?

But he still blinked innocently, "I didn't see...cough...feel..."

She was afraid that Zhuo Wenshu would be so angry that she would strangle her to death regardless, and freed her hands to help him be stuffed back by the baby.

But after the stuffing, Shi Jiaojiao felt that he might have done something wrong.

She didn't even let her see, she touched it...

Zhuo Wenshu really turned on the violent mode, and her eyes turned black after pinching.

Is it going to die again?

Shi Jiaojiao was not reconciled, seeing that she was going to fall short again, she held Zhuo Wenshu's hand, scratched a few hands on his itchy armpit, and forced him to let go before talking.

This detrimental move, it is estimated that Shi Jiaojiao can think of it. Zhuo Wenshu really loosened her hand. She hurriedly shorted, but did not back up, and the whole was attached to Zhuo Wenshu's body, making him want to pinch only the back of his neck, anyway. He didn't have the strength to twist her spine now, and he couldn't choke her to death.

"Why are you so unreasonable...cough cough..." Shi Jiaojiao coughed twice, and the back of her neck was pinched as expected, but Zhuo Wenshu would kill her if she didn't look up.

Shi Jiaojiao didn't dare to touch Zhuo Wenshu's chest too hard, only lightly buried his head on it, and said dullly, "Don't pinch my neck, you didn't wash your hands when you peeed just now, you rubbed my body..."

The expression on Zhuo Wenshu's face was already distorted, Shi Jiaojiao discussed, "Don't be impulsive, shall we be reasonable?"

After waiting for a while, Zhuo Wenshu didn't pinch her to death, she raised her head, adjusted a posture that was more comfortable for both of them, and drove Zhuo Wenshu against the wall.

After relying on it, Zhuo Wenshu went crazy again, his voice seemed to quench the poison of the blood-sealed throat, word by word poured in from his ear, shaking Shi Jiaojiao's tympanic membrane, "You, him, mom, find, die!"

Shi Jiaojiao raised his hand and pressed it on Zhuo Wenshu's tickling flesh. His face was red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and a rainbow was about to change, but he didn't dare to move, he could not touch the tickling flesh.

Shi Jiaojiao quickly said, "Don't strangle me in a hurry! Listen to me!"

Zhuo Wenshu panted with red eyes and sneered, "Let me save you? Afraid of death?"

Shi Jiaojiao nodded frankly, "I'm afraid of death," she said, "I don't want to die, I want to be with you."

Zhuo Wenshu tilted his head slightly, his handsome brows couldn't conceal the strong hostility in his eyes, and his bright red lips showed a small smile, but it was murderous, like an evil spirit who just killed someone.

Shi Jiaojiao swallowed, and then said, "Killing me won't help. Think about it, can you come back in those five years? It's impossible for your sins and blindness to have happened..."

Zhuo Wenshu's smile widened, showing his white teeth, "So what?"

He seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, "Because it can't be offset, it won't help, I'm going to kill you to vent your fire!"

Shi Jiaojiao shook his head violently, "No, that's not right, you have to keep my life."

"Killing me can only relieve my anger for a while, you might as well keep me tortured." Shi Jiaojiao said, "I won't resist, you can let me do anything, I'll be a bull and a horse, don't drive me away, As long as you can eliminate the grievances." You can eliminate the grievances and I can be free!

Zhuo Wenshu's smile gradually disappeared, staring at Shi Jiaojiao, guessing what tricks this vicious woman was playing.

"Really, as long as you don't hate me, give me a breath, I can do anything for you," Shi Jiaojiao licked his lips and coaxed. ?"

God testified that her words really didn't mean anything else.

But Zhuo Wenshu misunderstood. He squinted at Shi Jiaojiao, and said in an extremely mocking tone, "Just rely on you? You will not **** come to me in the future, I think you are dirty!"

Shi Jiaojiao looked down at her. She was wearing very clean clothes. After reacting for a while, she realized what did Zhuo Wenshu mean by "dirty".

She was not convinced, "I'm still a chick!"

Zhuo Wenshu sneered, "Your dirty soul is your soul."

"You know?" The two quarreled in such a position that they were almost embracing each other, just like two kindergarten children.

Shi Jiaojiao sighed, "Are you looking at me? Have you seen me through? You know my soul is dirty? Take a closer look." My **** soul is still your "stepmother", can you see it?

Zhuo Wenshu also realized that this kind of holding and chattering behavior was too naive, and his face was sullen, and it was stubborn if Shi Jiaojiao's words were not taken, but his face was getting more and more ugly.

Shi Jiaojiao saw that he didn't know which lung tube was poked again, and he was about to explode, so he quickly closed his voice, cleared his throat and said, "Go back and lie down..."

Zhuo Wenshu didn't speak, Shi Jiaojiao took the initiative to get under his arm and drove him towards the bed.

When he reached the bed, Shi Jiaojiao was short and about to detour behind Zhuo Wenshu, so that he was able to sit down with him face-to-face, but before raising his head, the back of his neck was pinched by big hands, and his face was directly pressed into the bedding on the bed.

The quilt blocked her nose and mouth tightly. Shi Jiaojiao seemed to feel the fear of suffocation and death again. She went back to grab Zhuo Wen's book, but with this ostrich-like posture, her two arms were really useful except thumping. No.

Just when she thought she wanted a dog, Zhuo Wenshu's strength suddenly relaxed a little, and a thick threatening voice came from above her, "Notify the fat guys, otherwise you will be smothered."