Roll in the arms of the iceberg boss

What kind of rubbish thigh is this, it's heartless.

Bo Shuohan couldn't stop smiling at all, quickly covered the smile on his lips with his fist, pulled him over, and checked his palm.

"Is there any pain from the fall?"

Cheng Jin burst into tears, one was angry, the other was ashamed, and accused angrily, "Why are you touching me all of a sudden? Don't you know that men's waists can't be touched casually?"

"In the earlier time, you committed a crime of hooliganism, and you were thrown into a pig cage and drowned in water."

Looking at the little fox's red palm, Bo Shuohan felt distressed, but after listening to his nonsense, his distress turned into dumbfounding.

"It doesn't seem to hurt, and I still have the strength to talk nonsense."

Cheng Jin said angrily: "Tell me first why you suddenly touched me just now?!"

Bo Shuohan pulled Cheng Jin to sit on the sofa, rang the bell and asked the nurse to deliver iodophor, dipped it on a cotton swab, and disinfected his hands, speaking in an unusually calm manner. "There is a red mark on your waist, I want to see if you have hurt yourself from the fall."

The cold iodophor rubbed against the wound, and Cheng Jin controlled the urge to withdraw his hand, doubtful, "Really?"

Bo Shuohan raised his head, with an undisguised injury on his face, "You don't believe me?" After he finished speaking, he let go of Cheng Jin's hand, and said in a low voice, "Forget it."

That look, that expression, that tone of voice, all told how sad and sad he was when he was wronged.

Cheng Jin felt ill in an instant, so he quickly grabbed Bo Shuohan's hand and apologized frantically: "Don't...Dad, I was wrong! I'm sorry!

You, feel free to touch. "

What is the waist? !

Even if Daddy Daddy wanted to touch his thigh, he could stretch it out.