"Ms. Wang, is it okay?" In the white ward, Xi Mingyuan held his wife's hand and asked with concern, no matter whether it is right or wrong, hitting someone is wrong. The doctor just told him that Wang Xiaofu's left hand was dislocated and the last one was injured. A plaster, a few days of rest, and nothing serious will happen. But this old classmate of his is really serious about doing things. He spent a lot of money to exaggerate the extent of the injury, in order to make Xin Li jealous, just for the sake of their deep friendship.
"It's okay, Brother Xi, I..." Miss Wang pretended to think that someone was interested in her, and turned into a nymphomaniac with a hundredfold energy. Her red eyes shot straight towards Xi Mingyuan, and she jumped out of the hospital bed like an eight-pawed girl. He jumped up and threw himself at Xi Mingyuan, who was about ten feet away.
The other person was faster than her. He put one arm around Xi Mingyuan's waist and slapped away the extended octopus claw with the other hand. Wanted to molest her husband? There was no way! She glared back at the woman who jumped at her. "Eh? Didn't Ms. Wang have three broken ribs and a comminuted fracture of her left foot? Did she suddenly feel better?" She walked around to the bedside, picked up the woman's hair, which was wrapped like a thousand-year-old zombie, with two fingers and shook it. She was fine at all. , Huh, she actually beat her to a disability. Bang, bounced her back onto the hospital bed. The white zombie bounced twice on the bed and fell back into the bed again. You kid, you can still be fine with three broken ribs. The floor bounces on the bed without turning pale and you need first aid?