Song Zhiyu snorted in her throat, Sang Yu was awe-inspiring, hurriedly found the medicine bottle and sent it to her, she poured out a few grains and swallowed them with all her strength, and finally gradually stabilized.
Although she was no longer in so much pain, she still had her hands on her temples, her face was like white paper, and she turned off the mail that she had opened by mistake as soon as she was able to get up.
There's nothing in the email that can't be seen.
But Song Zhiyu knew that Sang Yu was too similar to Lan Qin, and most of them would magnify the small problems that she felt were not worth mentioning, and it would inevitably lead to unnecessary extraneous branches.
Sang Yu's chest was cold, "Grandma, don't you really need to go for a check-up?"
"I just said that I can't sleep," Song Zhiyu endured the pain and said indifferently, "Just take some painkillers, don't guard me, there will be a patient coming over soon." ” Sang Yu didn't blink, staring at her expression, "Then before I go, can you tell me what the risks of Lan Qin's surgery are?"
Until four o'clock in the afternoon, Sang Yu was still in a trance, she covered her forehead and circled around the nurse's station a few times, and waited for the state to calm down, before packing up her things and getting off work, when she came out of the lounge, she met Meng Xixi, Meng Xixi teased her, "I saw your employer, the recovery is so fast, it was enough to dazzle my eyes before, but now it's good, the sickness is gone, so handsome that I dare not look at it directly, except for the voice problem, it is absolutely perfect." ” She asked with concern: "Is the operation time set?"
For more than two months, Sang Yu has been thinking about the operation every day, and Meng Xixi is the closest to her, and she is also concerned with her.
Sang Yu nodded, "At the end of this month, on the thirtieth, there are still ten days." ” "That's not New Year's Eve after the operation," Meng Xixi shook her shoulder, "It's just a vocal cord repair, no problem, don't be sad, when the New Year comes, you will have a boyfriend who can talk and laugh." ” No problem, Song Zhiyu told her the same.
In the consultation room, my grandmother replied lightly, risk assessment is a thing, every important operation will be routine, there is no need to rest assured, there is absolutely no mistake.
But Sang Yu was worried in his heart.
Lan Qin's safety is at stake, and any disturbance makes her extremely concerned.
Lan Qin sat on the bench early, looking at the direction Sang Yu would come from for a moment, and as soon as he caught a glimpse of the corner of her clothes, he immediately stood up, went up and wrapped the scarf he had prepared around her neck.
The scarf was held in his arms, stained with body temperature, and wrapped around her hot.
Sang Yu buttoned a beanie hat on his head, and added a big scarf, leaving only his eyes and nose exposed, looking at Lan Qin like a small animal, his voice was muffled, "Qinqin, it's too hot." ” Lan Qin saw that she was so cute, and he didn't care about the crowds, so he leaned over and kissed her on the tip of his nose, typing on his mobile phone, "It's snowing outside." ” His eyes are so bright, and when he mentions beautiful things, his brilliance falls.
Sang Yu swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.
The operation is approaching, Qin Qin's burden is heavy enough, and it can be seen from the intensifying clinging to her that it is too late for her to try her best to relieve his pressure, and she shouldn't talk about any risks, not to mention that her grandmother's attitude is so determined, she must be too worried.
Chin Chin still doesn't know that the word is better.
In late December, the weather was very cold, and there were several snowfalls, the largest of the day.
Sang Yu walked outside the gate of the rehabilitation center, and jumped down directly when there were two steps left, stepping into the thick snow that had not yet been cleared.
The cotton-like snow is still blowing.
Sang Yu stared sideways at him.
The strict rehabilitation period of more than two months came to an end, Lan Qin was no longer the thin and pale little pitiful he used to be, and his body advantage was vividly displayed under the increasingly vigorous texture, he was wearing a black coat with a dark beige knit sweater inside, only Sang Yu knew how pleasing this body was under the cover of the clothes.
She cleared her throat with heat on her face, and the thoughts that had been circling her head all the time lately came back to her.
What is the best way to deal with psychological stress Release and joy.
She coaxed him to touch it last time, and he was in much better shape, so wouldn't it be a good thing to break through the last step at this time.
When I got home, it was already dark, and the living room was warm and quiet, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were full of riverside lights.
It was so quiet that the slightest acceleration of the heartbeat seemed to rumble.
Sang Yu didn't know how he leaned against the wall, and Lan Qin covered it with a slightly cool kiss.
She let out a "hmm", raised her face to accept it, hugged the back of his neck and took the initiative to send her lips and tongue.
Lan Qin snorted heavily, from kissing to gently licking and biting, untying her scarf while holding her closer and invading deeper.
I haven't seen each other for seven or eight hours, like seven or eight years apart.
Sang Yu responded to him wholeheartedly, and his hands were not idle, helping him take off his heavy clothes, lifting the hem of the knitted sweater with his flexible fingertips, and touching his back, in exchange for a slight tremor of his patience.
Every day when she comes back from work, she looks forward to this growing enthusiasm.
Abstinence for so long, how much Lan Qin longed for her and endured how hard she enduring it, of course she understood, she had already secretly prepared family planning supplies in advance, and her face was trembling and waiting for the intimacy that might happen at any time.
I've been interrupted several times before by various minor situations, and tonight should be Sang Yu's heart exploded, his hands caressing Lan Qin's tight texture unscrupulously, her body was about to soften into water, her coat had already been opened, his hand restrained on her waist, sliding upwards unbearably, touching the soft edge.
I think he dreams of it.
But Lan Qin's chest and desire rose to pain, forcing himself to let go of his hand slightly, his nails pressed into his palm.
With difficulty, he removed his lips and pressed her cheek to her ear, panting heavily, struggling to write on her back, "Little Fish" After struggling for a long time, he continued to write.
"I'm hungry."
Sang Yu opened his eyes in a daze.
If the first few interruptions were a minor incident, then at this moment, it is definitely a jerky reason.
In front of physical intimacy, with Lan Qin's character, let alone being hungry, even if he doesn't eat for two days, he will definitely be happy.
"Qinqin" Sang Yu touched his hot skin and asked bluntly, "What are you worried about?"
She said with a glutinous nasal voice, a little aggrieved: "I'm willing, you can be in good health, and I'm not a minor girl."
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Lan Qin closed his eyes tightly, pressed her to his heart, and insisted on writing after a while, "I'm hungry." ” What a clumsy excuse.
He knows.
Sang Yu felt that his body was frighteningly hot, and the scorching place was struggling with her, obviously much more uncomfortable than her, she didn't ask any more, and rubbed the tips of his hair soothingly, "Okay, I'll cook, and we'll stew pork ribs in the evening." ” Where can Lan Qin's emotions be hidden, he lowered his head when eating, his face was about to be buried in the pork rib soup, and he strained her when he slept at night, and he avoided sticking his body too close, his head rested on the side of her ear, and his breathing was so light that he could hardly hear it.
Sang Yu tugged at the pillow and was silently worried.
Qin Qin, this is the preoperative fear intensified, the pressure is too high, worried that the first night will not behave well, or that she is not cute enough and not seductive enough It shouldn't be.
Sang Yu quietly touched her full and rippling chest, her head was full of messy thoughts, but she also fell asleep as usual, but she didn't expect a dream to be bizarre, and finally saw Lan Qin standing in the snow, smiling and waving goodbye to her, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, and woke up sweating.
Unconsciously reached out and touched it, and the side was empty.
Sang Yu was completely frightened, sat up in a panic, her throat couldn't be blocked for a while, she climbed out of bed barefoot, rushed to the bathroom, no one, ran out of the bedroom again, and found that the door in the next studio was half-hidden, and there was light coming out.
The fear of rushing to the top suddenly subsided, and her tense strength was evacuated, and she bent over for a long time before her face returned to blood.
Such a surprise must have been infected by Qin Qin.
Sang Yu was glad that she didn't have shoes on and walked silently, so she tiptoed to the door of the workshop to see if Qin Qin was drawing overnight, so as not to disturb his inspiration.
She leaned over cautiously, revealing a pair of eyes to peer in.
Lan Qin sat under the lamp in his pajamas, his eyelashes were sprinkled with broken gold, and the side lines of his face were extremely gentle, and he did not use electronic devices, holding brushes and paints.
Pigments are required That shouldn't be a blueprint Sang Yu blinked in confusion, just as he finished drawing a picture, picked it up and looked at the light.
Her eyes instantly burst into flames, and she jumped violently, covering her mouth and almost screaming.
Lan Xiaoqin, ah Lan Xiaoqin I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, hiding in the studio without her, and quietly painting the eighteen forbidden intimate pictures of the deep sea and the little beauty Sang Yu was about to faint, his movements were too fast, she didn't have a chance to take a closer look.
She was about to rush in to grab the bag on the spot, but she saw Lan Qin lower her body, unlocked the small cabinet with the password in her hand, and solemnly put the picture in.
Sang Yu was stunned, delusional And she was no stranger to that little cabinet.
Qin Qin said that she cherished and locked so many letters to him, but she had been busy with his recovery and had no time to ask him to take them out and review.
Now it seems that in addition to the letter, he also locked a lot of other things, and there must be more than one small yellow picture of the eighteen bans, so I don't know how many more are hidden.
Sang Yu held back and didn't say a word, slipped back to the bed and pretended to be asleep, secretly rubbing his hands.
Wow Lan Xiaoqin, I have a little secret, but I actually refuse to act, but the brush is hot and bold.
His little bit of caution is all hidden in the cabinet.
After ten or so minutes, the door moved lightly, Lan Qin slowed down and walked back, lifted the quilt and lay down, and put it up to try to hug her, Sang Yu's excited heart was wrapped in his arms, and he was sleepy, and when he was half asleep, he felt that the corners of his forehead were slightly wet, as if he was gently brushed by his eyes.
The next day, Sang Yu got off work at twelve o'clock in the evening.
Lan Qinlei couldn't pick it up, and it was already half past twelve when he entered the house.
Sang Yu pushed him to take a bath, "Go quickly, lie down after washing, someone who is about to operate must have the consciousness of going to bed early."
Lan Qin blinked, and automatically interpreted, thinking that Sang Yu wanted to see him undress.
He rolled his Adam's apple, stood still and struggled for a moment, a small piece of red in his ears, obediently unbuttoned his shirt, and showed her the pale white waist and abdomen with tight muscles.
The benefits came unexpectedly.
A handsome man in the warm light is simply tempting to sin.
Sang Yu's nosebleed almost came out, and secretly called Lan Xiaoqin too much, showing and touching, but not eating and wiping it clean.
She rubbed her hands up and down a few times without a hint, braked in time, pushed him into the bathroom, and before closing the door, she squinted and asked: "Qinqin, from the truth, do you have anything to hide from me?"
Lan Qin froze, paused for a few seconds, and shook his head firmly.
Sure enough, he refused to tell her.
Sang Yu snorted arrogantly, she can't tell it, she has her own way, wait for the stolen goods to be found, and see what else Lan Xiaoqin, the eighteenth forbidden painter, has to say.
The sound of water in the bathroom.
Sang Yu calmed down and hurriedly bought time to run to the workshop.
The small cabinet is just below the workbench, and there is a six-digit combination lock.
Sang Yu squatted in front of the cabinet with her face up, pondering what the password would be, thinking of Lan Qin's various bank cards, she stretched out her fingertips to experiment.
Her birthday, no.
His birthday, too.
Sang Yu wasn't sure if the lock would be locked three times, and nervously typed it for the last time, the day she sent him her first letter.
Click, the lock opened.
There are a lot of black holes inside, and a lot of things are neatly placed, and if you don't take them out, you can't see them clearly.
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Sang Yu hugged his knees, couldn't help but hold his breath, and whispered: "I just want to see the eighteen forbidden comics drawn by my boyfriend, after all, men have needles in their hearts, and if you want to understand Lan Xiaoqin's careful thoughts, you have to take it" Before the words "unconventional means" could be spoken, her attention was completely attracted by what was being brought out. gd1806102: