Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 503 You Are Too Pretentious, How Painful Can A Needle Be

"Hey, you young man, what's the matter," the woman was unhappy, "TV is TV, that's acting, you guys are live broadcasting, corrupt the atmosphere."

Jun Ting's eyes stared even colder.

How could they say that they corrupt the atmosphere?

They truly love each other, and their love is almost the same as that of Cowherd and Girl Weaver.

People's love now has too many purposes, so pure and clean like them.

"Ma'am, don't say it's as if you've never kissed, or where did your child come from," he said politely.

There was a laugh in the ward.

The woman's face flushed, and the child beside her asked weakly, "Mom, how did I come here? Will you come out when you kiss my father?"

There was even more laughter in the ward.

Women can't wait to drill a hole in.

The skins of these young people can only be described by copper walls and iron walls.

"Okay, don't say it," Lausanne was also embarrassed, and stared at the average young Ting. "Lie down, don't you hurt your back, does it hurt when you lie down?"

"It doesn't hurt," Nian Junting shook his head. "This pain is just like an ant sting to me."

Lausanne froze. "Then you kept screaming and hurting."

"I did it."

"..."

Pretend you are embarrassed to say it.

And it still looks the same.

She was almost crying because of her distress.

"Jean, infusion," the nurse pushed the car back behind him, "Isn't the annual average Ting?"

"That's it," Lausanne looked at the potion. There were four bottles, two big ones, and it was estimated that they would lose to eleven or two.

"Sit up a bit," Lausanne helped him to sit up, tucked a pillow around his waist. After all, he had injuries behind his back, so pay attention.

Nian Junting held out his hand, and noticed that the sign of "Internship" was hanging on the nurse's chest.

The nurse started to pierce the needle, and didn't know how the nurse pricked it. He drew the air as soon as the needle tube came in. "It hurts ..."

He had never seen a nurse with such a bad needle technique, and it didn't stop hurting, just like someone was slicing meat with a knife.

"You're so loaded. How painful is a needle," Lausanne rolled his eyes.

The average annual tinger was so pale that he really had a hard time telling.

After the nurse left, the old man next to him said, "This nurse's needle injection technique is really not good. When I was first punctured by her, I cried so much. I would not let her get an injection here in the next few days."

Lausanne nodded, turning his head and saying to Ning Junting: "That person is an old man, the pain is understandable, but you are from a special soldier, this pain must be like an ant sting."

Annual average Ting: "..."

He was really stunned by her.

"Lolo, I'm hungry," half-sounded, and he felt his stomach dullly.

Lausanne joked, "Would I like to buy you some spicy hot?"

The average person of the year is bad, "Don't, I went for you."

"Really, I don't believe it very much," Lausanne raised his eyebrows deliberately. "Every time I used to pull you for a barbecue or hot, you wouldn't go, let alone do a stool cleaning for me. Speaking of which, you I ’m still holding people ’s shoulders. How about other women ’s shoulders? Is it happy to feed you something to eat? ”

Ning Junting was not very natural as a whole, and even a pale flush appeared on his pale face, "Isn't that ... intentionally trying to stimulate you."

"Will you be able to see that kind of irritation at first glance," Lausanne's lips couldn't help a little.

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