Chapter 245: Handsome, he is sick, just like a fight, 41

Huo Wei looked at the little wife who was lying in his arms and couldn't help but smile.
He bowed his head and kissed him on the side of Azhao. He got up with a gentle force that didn't bother her, but he stunned.
The soft, silky pajamas on the body are definitely not worn by him.
In fact, these pajamas, Huo Wei himself do not wear often on weekdays.
As a person who has not followed his father's foot in the army, "sleepwear" is just a noun for Huo Wei.
When he was outside, he had to make sure that he could pick up himself at the fastest speed.
In this case, where is the time to change the pajamas and then put on the shirt again?
and……
The impression about yesterday is still faint, and he only remembers that he fainted.
So what about?
Who brought me back?
Who... wash yourself and change clothes?
It was at this time that Azhao got up.
She sleeps shallowly, and she is so worried when she is so confused.
"You are awake..." She was not fully awake, reaching out to Huo Wei, soft and soft, "pull me up."
Huo Wei took her hand and took it with her, and brought people into her arms.
Azhao rushed into the warm embrace, and closed his eyes subconsciously. He had a pair of sleepers in this embrace.
Huo Wei shook her: "Can't sleep here, I have to get up."
Azhao yawned and opened his eyes in confusion, ready to dress himself.
Huo Suo suddenly asked: "Who took me back last night?"
Azhao Shunkou replied: "I am."
Huo Wei coughed aloud: "So, who gave me a shower?"
A Zhao action paused, did not speak, continue to wear clothes for himself, but the ear is quietly red.
Huo Wei did not understand where to look?
Ah Zhao, who just wore a jacket, was caught in a strong embrace and was very well-informed by the coach who was in a good mood!
If it is not taken care of her body is not very good, Huo Dashuai almost prepared to come directly to the last "spring blessing short days, since then the handsome can not afford bed."
Azhao buried himself in the quilt, and there was a small tooth print on the ear root, which seemed to be dripping blood.
Not long ago, Huo Wei hugged her from behind, biting her ear, and burning her breath on it:
"Mrs. thinks that this handsome figure can still satisfy you?"
Azhao was indignant in his heart, and this guy was shameless, and he couldn’t help but remember the way he didn’t wear clothes: the honey-colored chest, the smooth and full chest muscles, the strong and beautiful abdominal muscles, down...
cough.
Can't think about it anymore.
Huo Wei put on her clothes, didn't tease her, let the green bamboo come in and wait for Azhao to wash. The two used breakfast together before they went out.
A Zhao went to find the old doctor.
The old doctor is pondering the prescription.
"Mrs. said that the handsome man? Since the old man said that he can cure, then it is definitely no problem. Right..." The old man found a prescription for Azhao.
"This one is for the lady."
A Zhaoyi: "I?"
The old lady nodded: "The lady is not angry enough, her footsteps are vain, it is the disease of physical weakness..."
The old doctor said that he felt incredible: how can a weak lady who wants to take a break and walk halfway, how can she easily pick up a big man?
The pulse of Azhao is a real congenital deficiency. The old doctor thinks that he can only attribute it to talent.