Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

The fifth hospital.

"Where is Jiang Zhi?" Fang Ideal looked at the time, "Why haven't you come back at this point?"

Zhou Xufang said: "He has business to do."

Business?

Eighty percent is going to do something.

Fang Ideal: "Xu Fang, do you still drink chicken soup?"

"Stop drinking."

"Then I will build it up."

Fang Ideal has vomited after smelling meat recently. Oh, by the way, she also has a business matter: "I saw a very beautiful crib, Xu Fang, would you like to buy it with me?"

"let me see."

As if offering a treasure, Fang ideally took out his phone: "It looks good."

"Pink looks good, I want to buy it."

There are already three cribs in Zhou Xufang's house, all pink.

She has no resistance to all beautiful pink items, as you can tell from the growing number of fans in Jiangzhi's locker room.

Fang Ideal added the pink crib to his shopping cart: "Sound, would you like to have one too?"

Lu Sheng was funny: "Buy it for me to sleep by myself?"

Fang Ideal touched his round belly: "Be prepared for a rainy day."

"I'm still early."

In fact, it was not too early. The first time Lu Sheng saw Zhou Qingrang, he thought about where the child would go to elementary school in the future, and when he saw him for the second time, he thought about where to bury him.

She was tickled by two pregnant women and couldn't hold back: "Let me see the crib."

Finally, Zhou Xufang bought a pink one, Fang Ideal ordered a blue one, and Lu Sheng chose a purple one.

In the evening, Lu Sheng told Zhou Qingrang about this.

"Zhou Qingrang."

"Ok."

Zhou Qingrang had just finished taking a shower, and his body still smelled of shower gel. Lu Sheng took away his press release and stood between the desk and him: "I bought a crib."

He took off the glasses: "Give them to Xu Fang?"

"No, I bought it for myself."

He reached out to hug her, but did not speak.

Lu Sheng lifted his chin, bent down, and pecked on his lips: "Why don't you ask me why I buy a crib?"

He does not ask.

Lu Sheng leaned back against the edge of the desk, leaned over and wrapped his arms around his neck. She looked at him with straight and eager eyes: "Let's have a baby."

After making silence, Zhou Qing said: "You are still young."

"You are not young anymore, you are going to run four, and if you don't get a son in middle age, you have to grow old and get a son."

"..."

Zhou Qing made a helpless smile: "Do you think I am old?" He lightly bit her on her lips.

Lu Sheng licked his lips, put his chin on his shoulder and rubbed it gently: "No, I just want to give you a baby."

"We haven't been together for long yet," he kissed softly in her ear, his voice soft and bewitching, "Sound, will you think about it later, okay?"

"not good."

Lu Sheng pushed him away and went to the bathroom.

Zhou Qing let his arms go empty, facing the news release, for a long time, unable to read a word, he picked up the crutches, and walked slightly.

"Sound."

Lu Sheng closed the door and ignored him.

"Sound."

"Sound."

He kept calling her patiently.

"Sound." He knocked on the door, and was a little panicked before she could open the door, "Are you angry?"

Lu Sheng was angry: "Well, I'm angry."

He didn't know how to coax, just standing at the door, at a loss.

fool!

Lu Sheng opened the door: "Go and sit on the sofa."

Zhou Qing asked her to look at her for a while, as if she was confirming her anger. Seeing that she was stuffing her head and letting out the water, he didn't go to sit, but stood behind her and looked at her carefully.

This happens every time.

He wouldn't say nice things, and if he irritated her, he followed her silently.

Lu Sheng pushed the chair on his left hand side: "Sit down."

"it is good."

He just sat next to her, not talking, and was very patient.

Lu Sheng brought the water basin to his feet and then took off his socks.

Zhou Qing had performed many operations on his right leg, and he couldn't stand the cold. Even in the hot summer, he would wear socks.

He grabbed her hand: "I'll do it myself."

"I'll apply it to you." Lu Sheng grabbed his trouser legs and didn't remove his hands. "I'm angry. You have to listen to me."

There are many scars on Zhou Qingran's legs. In summer, they often become red and swollen and will become suppurative. He seldom shows her legs and does not want her to feel distressed and because of inferiority.

He was afraid to make her angry again, so he let go and let her go.

Lu Sheng rolled up his trouser legs, twisted a hot towel, and put it on his calf: "Does the leg hurt?"

He shook his head: "It doesn't hurt much."

lie.

He has been up to take painkillers at night many times, and every time he carried her on his back, ate it secretly, and asked him where it hurts, he would never say it hurts.

Lu Sheng didn't expose him either: "It seems to be inflamed." She was worried, "Would you like to see the hospital?"

"I have been there," he said.

"what did the doctor say?"

He pinned the hair of her ears behind his ears, lowered his head slightly, and did not look at her: "Nothing."

He was about to remove his hand and was caught by Lu Sheng. She squatted on the ground, raised her head, and kissed the back of his hand one after another: "Qingrang, shall we have a baby?" She acted softly. Okay, huh?"

Zhou Qingren couldn't answer.

He lied to her, his leg was in very bad condition.