Male God is Chasing My Brother

Ch 12

When An Xumo was hit by a stick, there was no particularly strong reaction. After he saw Zhou Jinshen, the satisfaction of getting along with his brother even lessened most of the pain. However, after only a short meal, An Xumo's back was suddenly stricken with fire, and the pain was suddenly sharp, as if the pain that had been ignored before was accumulated at this time and repaid.

The man next to him made a phone call, then hung up and then asked him, "Who did these people do before?"

An Xumo nodded reluctantly, the bright red blood stains leaked from the corner of the mouth, and the original pale lips | petals were mostly red.

Between groggy, someone seemed to help wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth. An Xumo wanted to thank him, but there was a sweet smell in his throat. He wasn't sure if he was speaking out, but he felt that he was clearly in the constant temperature room in midsummer, but the cold air kept getting into his skin, and his teeth were shaking because of freezing.

After some time, a weak, cold hand lifted him up. There seemed to be another person looking behind him. There was a constant pressure on my back, and there was still a voice in my ear. An Xumo only remembered leaning on a man's arms, the man's clothes clasped him hard, and there was a faint cold fragrance on his body.

After that, An Xumo passed out was unclear.

The fire behind kept burning into my heart, as if a hand was constantly adding firewood. In front of him was the chill of a falling ice cave, with cold hands and feet. An Xumo struggled for a long time to catch a little light. He tried his best to climb up from the abyss of ice and fire, and after a while, realized that he had opened his eyes.

It was dark all around, it was late, there were no lights in the room, only some light was seen through the door gap not far away. An Xumo found himself lying on his back, the feeling of fire on his back had subsided a lot, and it seemed to be covered with medicine. There was a faint voice from outside the room, An Xumo turned his ear to listen, a familiar male voice: "When he wakes up, call me, I'll find someone to take him back. Now I have to go, I still have something over there. "

An Xumo's thoughts were still a little dull. For a moment, he didn't tell whose voice it was. Another person was asking if he would go home tonight. The first voice escaped two sentences, and the outside movement suddenly disappeared Already.

An Xumo sat up on the edge of the bed, the back was slightly numb, and it didn't hurt much anymore. He fumbled for a pair of slippers by the bed, and couldn't see anything in the dark. Subconsciously, An Xumo walked towards the lighted door, and then opened the half-covered door.

If he knew what the people outside were doing, he wouldn't be so reckless, but regretted that it was too late, and An Xumo was surprised to find that it was a doctor's office outside the house.

Of course, there is nothing surprising in the hospital. The main fact is that two people are standing in the doctor's office and kissing.

The person facing away from An Xumo was Xin Zimai, and the hair tips in the back of his head were slightly curled, so it was easy to recognize. The man who kissed him was also a man. The man was wearing a white coat of a hospital and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which was more than half a meter taller than the Xinzimai of 1.8 meters.

He looked so gentle, his eyes sharpened with sharp eyes that couldn't be masked.

An Xumo was a little embarrassed at once, and he didn't dare to make a voice, fearing that he would startle with his back to Xin Zimai. After seeing a strange gesture to his strange man, An Xumo stepped back cautiously again.

The door was half open, and the voice outside the house came in clearly. Xin Zimai's voice was clearly flustered: "What are you doing ..."

The other man's voice had a faint smile: "It's just a list of tasks before marriage, we have to complete them one by one."