Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 221 What to see
Uncle Liu looked at Luo Zhengsheng who was lying on the hospital bed, and sighed.

"Ah - you - ah"

Suddenly Luo Zhengsheng woke up on the bed, his mouth was a little crooked, his mouth was open, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

There was rage in his eyes.

"Master, everything is gone, all the competitions after our gym was dismissed!!"

After following him for so many years, Uncle Liu knows his every move very well.

He answered him very quickly.

Is it counted by the master like this, he committed a crime, and he can't live!
At first, he lied to people that it was blood cancer, but now he really had a stroke.

Obviously, his sanity is still a little clear, but he is lying on the bed like a disabled person.

For a person who is usually so strong, it would be too miserable for this matter to come to such an end.

Hearing Uncle Liu's answer, Luo Zhengsheng collapsed powerlessly, no longer struggling like before.

He also slowly closed his eyes, lying there like a corpse.

"Master, should I call and call Miss Yaxin back from abroad!!"

Uncle Liu generally suggested that, with the master like this, the family still needs someone to come back and take charge of the overall situation.

Luo Zhengsheng lay motionless on the bed, if you didn't look at his rising and falling chest, you would think he was out of breath.

Seeing that he didn't stop him, Uncle Liu withdrew and called.

Many days later.

Spring is getting warmer and warmer, and there is no shadow of winter at all, and you won't feel the slightest coolness.

Lu Feifan was also transferred from the original intensive care unit to a well-lit and luxuriously decorated room.

The sun's rays came in from the window, and fell on the ground finely, like a piece of gold scattered on the ground.

"Come on, drink this bowl of soup!!"

Roland held a bowl and handed it to Lu Feifan who was half lying on the bed.

"Drink this thing early in the morning, you will vomit!!"

Lu Feifan looked at the milky white soup in the white porcelain bowl with a bit of disgust.

"The doctor said, you should drink the soup properly, it will be good for the recovery of the wound!!"

Roland said patiently.

But yes!He drank soup early in the morning, and he drank soup every day, not to mention that he drank it so badly, she felt a little nauseous looking at it.

Lu Feifan took the bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

"But, I want a reward."

As he said, he put the bowl aside, and put his arms around Roland's neck, and his beautiful thin lips were imprinted on her lips.

The tip of the tongue painted the beauty of her lips and sucked her sweetness.

Roland was slightly startled, and pressed his hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he didn't dare to use force.

It's just that in an instant, her confusion melted between his lips and tongue.

His mouth seemed to still carry the deliciousness of the bowl of soup just now, and his tongue seemed to have a magical power that made her paralyzed uncontrollably.

Lu Feifan suddenly stopped moving, and the corner of his eyes suddenly caught sight of the gap by the door.

A strange light flashed through the dark eyes.

He quickly took the bowl on the table, flicked it, and just arrived at the door.

The door closed with a bang, and the bowl fell to the soft carpet.

There was a loud noise, Luo La stretched out his hand and pushed him away, looked at the bowl by the door, and remembered the sound of closing the door just now.

All of a sudden, he seemed to understand that he was peeked at kissing Lu Feifan again.

(End of this chapter)