Zhuo Shu: "..." Although I don't know how many times I've seen it, but every time I see him undressing in front of me, I and my eldest brother can't help standing up and applauding!

Zhuoshu stepped forward, took off his glasses, and lowered his head to kiss. Ying Tongchen put his hands on his shoulders and slowly closed his eyes.

The atmosphere soon arrived, Zhuo Shu hugged the person and retreated to the bedside, reaching out to hold his belt. Suddenly, there was a sudden tumult in the stomach, and the person was pushed away suddenly.

Ying Tongchen opened his eyes, looked at him suspiciously, and then saw him rushing to the toilet.

Zhuo Shu: "yue."

Ying Tongchen: "..."

He actually vomited while kissing him...he...vomited...

Ying Tongchen walked to the bathroom door and looked at him leisurely.

Zhuo Shu turned back with difficulty: "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, it's definitely not the fault of kissing you! Yue..."

You should turn around and leave.

Zhuo Shu looked bitter: "It's really not you, don't go, the rooms are open..."

After a while, Ying Tongchen appeared at the door and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

After Zhuo Shu rinsed his mouth, in order to prove his innocence, he quickly got up and hugged him: "I'll kiss him again."

Ying Tongchen covered his mouth and prevented him from kissing.

Excellent: QAQ

Zhuo Shu still wanted to explain, but he felt unwell and ran back to hold the toilet again.

Ying Tongchen observed it for a while, then walked in suddenly, lifted his robe, glanced at his chest, his fair skin was red with some pimples.

"Is this an allergy? What did you eat tonight?"

"Just some ordinary meals." Zhuo Shu recalled for a long time, "I also ate a moon cake from you."

Ying Tongchen opened the faculty group, flipped through the records, found the picture of the moon cake, and zoomed in to see it carefully: "The moon cake is not expired, five kernels, egg yolk lotus seed paste... oops, it tastes like lobster."

Zhuo Shu: "..."

Zhuo Shu: "Humph! yue!!!"

Chapter 22

Ying Tongchen put on his clothes and dragged the autistic youth to the hospital for emergency room and water.

The two sat in the cold chairs, silent.

After a long while, Ying Tongchen was the first to speak: "I'm sorry, I didn't take a closer look at the lobster taste in it."

"Then you have done something wrong now, how do you want to compensate me?" Zhuo Shu raised Erlang's legs and changed from a state of embarrassment to a creditor-like arrogance.

Ying Tongchen asked, "How do you want me to compensate?"

"A good night wasted again." Zhuo Shu gave him a meaningful look.

"I'll pay you back next time."

"Nothing fresh?"

Ying Tongchen pondered for a moment, suddenly remembered the link Meng Gong sent him last time, pursed his lips, put his mouth close to his ear, and lowered his voice: "Do you want a doctor or a maid?"

Zhuo Shu's eyes widened slowly, Erlang's legs trembled wildly, and he raised his hand to pull out the needle: "Go back to the hotel now!"

"Don't!" Ying Tongchen quickly held down his hand, "First infuse, or we'll just dissolve the relationship."

"You dare to threaten me? It's not that easy to break up the relationship! Believe it or not..." Zhuo Shu was about to speak harshly, but his voice suddenly changed, and he turned his back slightly aggrieved Facing him, "Your back is so itchy~ Quickly scratch it for me."

Ying Tongchen bent the corners of his mouth and put his hand on his back: "Here?"

"A little above...left and left, yes, that's right here."

Ying Tongchen scratched him through his clothes, and the atmosphere became quiet for a while.

There are not many patients in the emergency room tonight. A mother and daughter are sitting opposite, and the little girl falls asleep in her mother's arms. An elderly couple sat behind them, whispering about trivial matters at home. There was a couple sitting at the door, their heads together, watching the Internet jokes on the mobile phone together, and from time to time there was a low burst of laughter.

Zhuo Shu didn't remember how long ago he came to the hospital, but since he became an adult, he has almost come to the hospital alone.

Has anyone ever accompanied him to the hospital in the middle of the night, let alone scratching him obediently...

This is also not right, this matter was originally caused by the other party!

And he is also the gold owner who spent the money, isn't it his duty to scratch his back?

"Cough cough." Zhuo Shu put on a note, "I'm hungry, go buy me something to eat."

"Didn't you have dinner?" Ying Tongchen turned his head and asked him.

"It's over."

"Okay, then wait for a while." Ying Tongchen stood up, glanced at the water in the hanging bottle, walked to the side and said to the nurse on duty, then walked out.

The nurse came over to change the bottle, and Zhuo Shu asked, "What did he just say?"

"Just ask what you can eat." The nurse couldn't help but glanced at the handsome guy and smiled, "Are you good friends?"

"Hmph, no." Zhuo Shu closed his eyes, ready to rest.

But it didn't take long before was woken up by a burst of scent. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ying Tongchen flapping the lid of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and the smell kept drifting into his nose.

Zhuo Shu: "..."

"Awake?" Ying Tongchen put the porridge in front of him, "Come on, it's just out of the oven, it's hot."

Zhuo Shu motioned to him to take a look at his needle-pierced hand: "feed me."

"Isn't the other hand still able to move?" Ying Tongchen said.

Zhuo Shu immediately clutched his chest: "This hand has to soothe my injured heart, it hurts very badly."

"..."

This stuff is definitely going to be fooled.

Ying Tongchen had to bear the notoriety of being a sinner and feed him porridge with humiliation.

"hiss"

Hot mouth!

Zhuo Shu's expression twitched, his facial features cracked, and he scolded in a low voice, "Are you fucking going to commit another murder?"

"Really hot?"

"Try it yourself!"

Ying Tongchen turned around and took a sip.

"hiss."

His expression twitched, his facial features split.

"Sorry." Ying Tongchen held his forehead in pain, scooped up a spoon and blew it for a while before feeding it to his mouth.