Outright Favoritism

Chapter 362 Remember to lock the door next time

Forty minutes, the convoy stopped downstairs at Yanhuang Private Hospital.

Before Li Qiao got out of the car, Shang Yu grabbed her arms, leaned forward to her, and sucked her lips while holding the back of her head, "Call something."

"Yeah, I know." Li Qiao responded, leaning forward and pecking on the man's face, turning around and getting out of the car.

She took Pama's specialty dates from Luoyu and walked towards the inpatient department unhurriedly.

Shang Yu sat in the car watching her back and looking back, Jun Yan returned to his usual high indifference, and said in a deep voice: "Leave a car for Luoyu."

...

On the other side, Li Qiao came to the senior ward area, stood in front of the room, knocked on the door, and then pushed in.

Then she regretted it.

She had already knocked on the door, why would she still see Li San wearing a hospital gown pressing Nan Yu to the wall and kissing her fiercely?

Blue sky and white sun, is it appropriate?

Of course, Li Qiao's reaction was very quick. She closed the door quickly, and finally reminded through the crack of the door, "Remember to lock the door next time."

In the ward, Li San and Nan Yu didn't react, they still maintained this posture——

Nan Yu's wrist was pinched and pressed against the wall, while her chin was clamped by Li San's vise, and she was forced to lift it up to bear his surging kiss.

In short, they had forgotten what the kiss was like, and now the two of them felt hot and **** annoying.

How come Qiaoqiao suddenly came back!

Nan Yu shook his head, struggling with his back against the wall a few times, staring at Li San, his eyes flushed, "let me go."

Her chest was slightly ups and downs because of her anger. Even if the glamorous beauty is angry, she has a lot of styles but she doesn't know it.

Li San's mouth became more dry.

He glanced at the closed door, raised his thin lips wickedly, and clenched Nan Yu's chin with his fingers, and said each word, "Tell me, who is good at kissing?"

Such a posture embarrassed Nan Yu. She bent her knees calmly, trying to push him away, her mouth still plausible, "Boss, you can't compare, his kissing skills are the best I have ever seen."

Who is he? Li San didn't know, and Nan Yu didn't say.

However, Nan Yu stood on tiptoe but didn't have time to show it. Instead, Li San pressed down all her movements with his knees faster.

Afterwards, he raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Little trick, who taught you all your skills?"

Li San said as he rubbed her cheek with his fingers, his expression was visibly gloomy, "I taught you what you did against me?"

Nan Yu became angry and his eyes became redder and red, "So what? You are good for your skill, and for a man, he is better than you."

Perhaps it was because of the concealed and careful thought that he was afraid of being discovered, so Nan Yu made up a non-existent person.

The "accident" between the two of them originated from the fact that a few minutes ago, Nan Yu threatened that Li San had never been in a relationship and did not understand the heart of a woman.

Probably there was a complaint in the heart, so Nan Yu casually made up a man, saying that the other party was the most gentle and considerate kissing partner she had ever seen.

These words angered Li San unexpectedly.

Maybe I want to prove my kissing skills, or maybe I've been planning for a long time.

Anyway, both of them had a feeling of inexplicability, and they kissed each other once and again.

At this time, Li San continued to use his hands and smiled coldly at the corners of his lips, "Okay, Nanyu, you are really good."

When the words fell, he suddenly removed all the restraints.

Nan Yu didn't check it for a while, staggering, almost unable to stand firm.

She stood leaning on the wall, looked at Li San annoyed, and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.

It was just that the water stains from the kiss were a bit cold, but in Li San's eyes, it became an act of disgusting him.

Li San turned around and walked near the hospital bed, picked up the water cup on the table and poured a few sips of water.

The warm water slid along his chin to the Adam's apple, and finally wet the collar of the hospital gown.

After drinking the water, Li San smashed the cup on the table, and walked out of the ward without looking at Nan Yu.

Outside the corridor, Li Qiao was playing a game leaning on the window sill.

When she heard the door opening, she lazily raised her eyes, and saw Li San coming out with a black face, teasing in surprise: "You are..." Desire and dissatisfaction?

Li San did not wait for her to finish speaking, and raised his chin in the direction of the corridor. "Said downstairs."

Li Qiao twitched his lips and caught the peeping figure hidden in the door of the ward, which was undoubtedly Nan Yu.

So she took the dates and threw them in, "Specialty."

...

In the back garden of the inpatient department, Li Qiao and Li San were sitting in front of the benches. Seeing him irritably took out a cigarette from the pocket of the hospital gown, held it in the corner of his mouth and bit it twice, it seemed like desire dissatisfied.

Li Qiao touched the tip of her nose and suggested: "Would you like to go back and finish the work and come down?"

Li San smoked, spit out white mist from the corner of his mouth, twisted his eyebrows slightly, "No need."

Less than half a cigarette, Li San calmed down a lot. He lit a little soot and asked, "When did you come back?"

Li Qiao cocked her legs unhurriedly, "An hour ago."

Li San glanced at her, "You have a conscience."

"Called me to come to the hospital before, something?" Li Qiao asked quietly, looking at the garden in front.

Hearing this, Li San's throat rolls, staring down at the cigarette in his hand, "What day is tomorrow, haven't you forgotten it?"

Li Qiao's toes dangled suddenly, and she was silent for a few seconds before pursing her lips, "Well, Huizi's third anniversary."

"Do you want to go back and worship?"

"No." Li Qiao looked into the distance with a long gaze, "Nanyang has his cloak."

Li San took a deep look at Li Qiao, raised his hand and rubbed the short hair on top of his head, "Bo Tingxiao called me two days ago and he asked me, when will you go back next time."

Bo Tingxiao, the captain of the special execution team of the Burmese Army.

Li Qiao tapped her finger on her knee twice, and said silently, "There is a chance."

"All right." Li San's thumb and index finger pinched the cigarette **** to the corner of his mouth and took the last bite. "Then I'll return tomorrow."

Li Qiao glanced sideways at the bandage on the back of his head, "Is it hurt?"

"It's okay. The poor people's kiln on the border is in serious turmoil. I'll go back and suppress it."

Upon seeing this, Li Qiao nodded clearly, her eyes flashed, and then asked, "You and Nanyu..."

Li San didn't mention it in one breath, and was choked by the smoke.

He flicked the cigarette **** under the smoke-extinguishing pillar not far away, supported his forehead to catch his breath, opened his mouth and came, "Nothing happened, the drill just now."

Li Qiao looked at Li San slowly and playfully. Did you think she was stupid?

Border exercises, when do you still need to press on the wall to ask for a kiss?

"You go back and rest." Li San was uncomfortable looking at Li Qiao. He brushed the soot from his trouser legs, and then asked: "I was injured, don't tell my parents."

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(End of this chapter)