Then, he added, "But I like it."

Just like her bad, like her quirky spirits, has reached the point where she can't stop.

"I like it."

Xin Xiaoxiao grinned, with a smirk on her face, "Then let you like it enough."

With that said, before Xiang Yiqing reacted, she rolled over and bullied Xiang Yiqing's body, moved her small hand under him, and grabbed Xiang Yiqing somewhere.

Before letting go, she squeezed fiercely, and then she immediately pulled the bathrobe strap away from him.

Complete her dream of "Overlord" last night.

...

"You can leave the hospital."

The doctor read Zhong Qingyang's inspection reports one by one over the past few days and announced that he was discharged from the hospital.

Hearing that, Zhong Mu and Zhong Qingyang were very happy.

But he was scrupulous, "Didn't you say you want me to live in Shitianyuan? Why do you say I can be discharged?"

The doctor smiled and said: "According to our observations, you have recovered very well these days. There are no problems. Just go home and take care of it."

Mother Zhong was also a little worried, and looked at the doctor and said, "Will there be any sequelae, or stay in the hospital for a few more days."

The doctor patiently explained to her, "This lady, the conditions in the hospital are naturally not as good as yours. You should leave the hospital and go home to rest and rest. There is no problem with the injury.

Listening to the doctor's affirmation... in an almost guaranteed tone, Zhong Qingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He frowned and said: "I happen to be annoying here too, the place is broken, it is noisy, and it can't be cleaned for a moment."

As he said, he looked at the patient on the bed next door, meaning something.

They only came yesterday afternoon, and he always put his disgust towards them on his face and did not shy away from it.

The family members of the other party did not show any weakness, "Aren't the rich now living in VIP wards?"

A girl of seventeen or eighteen, her mouth is as sharp as a knife.

The patient on the hospital bed, who looked like a girl in her twenties, was said to have been hit by a motorcycle and had a lot of gauze wrapped around her forehead.

She also nodded and cooperated with the girl taking care of her, "That is, but I am afraid that some people have no money to pretend to be a local tyrant and pretend to be 13."

After speaking, they also glanced at Zhong Qingyang intentionally.

"You said I pretended to be a local tyrant?" Zhong Qingyang looked at the two girls opposite, pointing at himself.

As if hearing the school flowers of Tianda University, she sneered and asked the two girls.

One of the girls asked him horizontally: "Did we say that your name takes your last name? What are you doing in such a hurry to check in?"

When Zhong Qingyang asked, he almost angered his heart. He gritted his teeth and, in a fit of anger, picked up a pillow and smashed it towards the other side. While smashing it, he cursed, "You two rubbish, please be careful with me."

"Cut, no quality." The girl avoided the pillow that Zhong Qingyang smashed at them, and rolled her eyes at him.

Zhong Qingyang was about to get angry, and his mother suddenly said, "Son, you still have to cultivate, don't be familiar with this kind of people with three educations."

The two girls were scolded by three teachers, and one of them snorted coldly: "A mother must have a son."

This is obviously a curse.

Mother Zhong was also on fire, yelling at the two girls, "How come you two children have no education at all?"

"What's the noise?"

Suddenly a middle-aged nurse walked in, and just happened to see Zhong's mother as a murderous servant, and sternly said: "This is the ward, not your home, please keep quiet, you don't rest, other patients have to rest." !--End of chapter content-->