Chapter 421: Stupid?

Gu Yu slightly licked his thin lips and quietly looked at Song Wushou. She did not answer a few questions about her.
"Auntie?" Seeing his eyes quietly watching himself say nothing, Song worry-free heart, stunned.
Did he leave behind the sequelae?
"..." Gu Yu still said nothing, his eyes were deep and he felt like a layer of water mist.
This kind of eye-catching eyes can't be seen in Song Worry.
She is condensing him. "You...all right?"
"It hurts." For a long time, Gu Yucai lightly opened his lips.
"While pain or headache?" Song asked with no worries.
"All the pain is all over." Gu Yu suddenly sat up and grabbed Song Wushou. It was a low, hoarse voice, and something was wrong. "Wife, it hurts."
"..." Song has no worries, this voice, how does she smell the taste of coquetry?
Gu Yan rubbed her shoulders with her hands. "It hurts my wife, headache, chest pain, and pain in my body."
"..." Song Wuzhe suddenly thought of Bang Jianing, she was shocked by a touch of emotion, he would not concussion, stupid, right?
He remembers that she is his wife, there is no memory loss, but this tone, this tone...
Ah, ah, Song’s worry-free head, slamming, not really... silly, right?
"Gu Yu?" Song carelessly cautiously called him with temptation.
"Well?" Gu Yu used a nasal sound and gave her a voice.
"Do you know my name?"
Gu Yu raised his eyebrows, and Wei Hua flashed. "Isn't it called Song Worry?"
"Seven plus three plus nine plus three thousand plus one hundred, plus four and then divide by eight is equal?" Song Wu worry to test him indiscriminately.
"Remove the decimal point integer is three hundred and nine." Gu Yu seconds back.
Song has no worries, and I don't know if the answer is right, but I heard him back in the second, she thought, he was still very smart, not stupid.
May be spoiled...
Song Wuyou gently pushed him away and wanted to see his expression.
"Don't push me away, wife."
Gu Yu put her in her arms, her chin against her shoulder, her face buried in her neck, smelling the smell of her body, and she was comfortable.
"Are you not hurting all over the body? Are you still holding me?" Song Wushou could not laugh.
"You are soft and very comfortable."
"..." said she was like a quilt.
"Wife and wife..." came again and again, and it was a spoiled voice.
"You are selling Meng?" Song asked without worry.
"How to do a wife, if I don't hold you, my whole body will die." Gu Yu grinned.
Hong Kong, he sells cute and cute, quite cute and interesting.
Song has no worries, "You don't want to hold me to the dark like this?"
Gu Yuyang raised his lips and smiled smugly: "It is good to be able to hold the sky."
"You are not good at the wound." Song Wuyou gently pushed him away.
"Ah, it hurts." Gu squatted on the wound on his chest and looked sadly at Song Worry. "Wife, you don't hurt me."
Song worries and looks at Gu Yu quietly, thinking in his heart, he will not become abnormal because of concussion, right?
"I want you to hurt me." Gu Yu took Song Worry's hand and touched it, the expression of sadness, became like a child, sprouting.
Uh……
Song Wu worry in the wind is messy.
She reached out and touched her forehead, and her body temperature seemed to be a bit high...
"Did the doctor do the check for you?" Song asked.
"Yeah." Gu Yu nodded, and it looked quite good.
"what did the doctor say?"