"husband."
Huo Li snuggled into his arms, gentle as water, "We are still young, how about giving Xiao Ting a sister?"
"OK."
Shen Mo agreed and reached out to caress his wife's eyebrows.
I felt a little regretful. If she were prettier, maybe it would be perfect.
…
"Wen Che! Are you crazy?!"
Dr. Song looked at the scene in front of him in despair and couldn't help but swear.
He doesn't even want to call his boss anymore.
What kind of thing is this? Wen Che abuses himself every day, and then asks him to treat his wounds.
His heart, which was so strong, was almost broken by the torture.
"I'm done with this. It's your own fault!"
Dr. Song threw down the bandage and turned away.
As I reached the door, I heard a hoarse voice.
"I'll give you a raise."
Doctor Song's rapid steps came to a sudden halt.
“How much?”
Wen Che seemed to laugh, but his voice was too hoarse to be heard.
"You can drive it as you like."
Anyway, the people he cared about had left, so what was the point of him keeping so much money?
Dr. Song gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
Then he turned around resolutely, his voice sonorous and powerful.
"Boss, I'll stay!"
There's no way, he gave too much!
After bandaging the wound, Dr. Song sighed.
"Comrade Jiang has returned to Beijing. When will you be able to calm down?"
Wen Che's eyes lit up, as if he wanted to listen, but also seemed very resistant.
After a while, he couldn't help asking, "When did you leave?"
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