: Injection

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"It's not necessarily, what if Ling turns over and doesn't recognize people?" Zhang Xingyun said with disbelief.

"Well, Mr. Ling won't turn his face. As for your medical expenses, even if Mr. Ling doesn't report it to you, I will report it to the head office!" Said.

"Of course, I know you are a good manager. Come and let my brother give you a grateful kiss." Zhang Xingyun changed the expression of grievance on his face and smiled toward Yang Xue.

"You can get away with me!" Yang Xue reached out and held Zhang Xingyun's head so as not to get the goods close to him.

"Don't, people are wounded now!" Zhang Xingyun pretended that I was very hurt, and made Yang Xue feel soft.

"It hurts so much?" She said cautiously, looking at Zhang Xingyun's invisible palm.

"pain......"

"What should I do? Or should I go to the doctor to give you a painkiller or something, you wait!" Yang Xue was about to leave.

The result was caught by Zhang Xingyun, "I don't want to get an injection, I'm the only one who gives someone an injection!"

"Huh?" Yang Xue didn't understand Zhang Xingyun's meaning for a moment, but he suddenly felt a sigh of anger when he saw his wretched expression.

However, to be able to joke with yourself like this, it is estimated that the pain is also pretending.

Yang Xue looked at Zhang Xingyun with a mischievous smile, "So you are a needle, I thought it was a loach?"

Zhang Xingyun didn't expect Yang Xue to understand it, but let him do the job like this, "How do you know that I'm a loach, can't you peep me?"

He has the appearance of a little daughter-in-law, which makes Yang Xue's face hang a little. If it is to be seen in a public place, he must kick it.

"Who looks at you, my sister is not interested in needles!"

"So, it's not a needle, you're interested? Do you want to check if my needle is?" Zhang Xingyun said, leaning on Yang Xue.

"Zhang Xingyun!" Yang Xue gritted his teeth, squeezed out a few words, and looked at Zhang Xingyun's gaze.

Zhang Xingyun quickly raised his hand to block the bandaged hand in front of his chest. "I'm an injured person, don't move!"

I have to say that if it is normal, this trick is really not easy to use. Yang Xue will probably laugh twice when he sees Zhang Xingyun, and claps his hands and applauds.

But the point is, Zhang Xingyun's hand is for himself.

As long as these white bandages are seen, the scene where Zhang Xingyun would rather be corroded by sulfuric acid rather than letting go will appear in Yang Xue's mind, lingering, and all the anger will be wiped out.

Looking at Zhang Xingyun's eyes also softened consciously, "Is it really painful?"

"Would you like it to hurt?" Zhang Xingyun glanced at Yang Xue with a little wronged look, like a grumpy child.

"Why don't I knead you, can't you touch it, then I'll blow you?" Yang Xue looked at Zhang Xingyun's hand at a loss, and didn't know what to do to make Zhang Xingyun not hurt.

"Just blow it!" Zhang Xingyun looked at Yang Xue with a stern look, and said mysteriously, "I also have pain below."

"..." The unbearable Yang Xue kicked on Zhang Xingyun's ass.

Because Zhang Xingyun was injured, Ling Xiaoyate approved that he could rest at home without going to work, but Zhang Xingyun was seriously rejected, on the grounds that such things should be prevented from happening again.

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