the castration plan

Chapter 15 Lanling Fine Wine Tulip

"It is recommended that the patient stay in the hospital for observation. We also need to check his lungs to confirm whether there are inflammatory infections and viral infections." After pushing an intramuscular injection of antipyretic needles, the doctor said, "And his glands are very unhealthy. Have you had frequent married life recently?"

After Lu He's well-bred silence, Lu Lang elbowed him and said, "Brother! I'm asking you something! Are you embarrassed to say that? It's time to prove that you are fierce! Hurry up! Show off your majesty! Explode the small universe! "

"I don't know." Lu He said frankly.

Baymuir's sex addiction is insatiable, and he has countless bed partners from all over the world. This is his usual cognition.

"Brother?" Lu Lang widened his eyes and pushed hard, "If you don't know, who knows?"

Lu He frowned: "I don't know who knows."

Lu Lang asked back: "If you don't know, who knows?"

The doctor stopped and said: "We need to conduct a comprehensive examination of his glands, please sign the consent form for the examination."

It's a pity that this sentence was heard by the half-conscious Bemuir.

As long as a simple local scanning mammography film is performed, it can be found that his glands have been irreversibly and substantively ruptured, and the mucous membrane of the cavity is covered with snow-like nodules, like a piece of agate that has been hollowed out.

This is not only a problem of complete loss of fertility, but also a complete endocrine disorder. The hormones wandering indiscriminately invade all organs, and it is very likely to cause spinal cord injury and high paraplegia.

When only the doctor was left in the ward, Baymuir decided to wake up.

The doctor stuck the detection sensor on it, held the pulsating handle of the machine, and observed the screen.This is a lengthy physical examination.

"This gentleman in white." Bemuir raised his eyes and chose a title that shortened the distance.His delicate complexion was full of tears after a serious illness. He was fragile and very charming. The plain fabric set off the light red lips full of begging, "I'm very hungry, can I eat before checking?"

Baymuir's scorching gaze suddenly raised the temperature in the room.

"I don't have any strength in my body, can I trouble you to bring the food closer?" The soft and moist look in his eyes is very moving, the beautiful water plants are dancing with the clear water, and the slightly exposed red tongue is like an abyss of lust. Flowing fire on the edge, "If you... you can get a little closer."

Beauty is a great knife, and most beautiful things are very vicious.

The freshly extracted inducer is full of vitality, a dose of a small fingernail is enough to fascinate a young and strong Alpha.

Baymuir helped the man on his back, and then snatched a series of medical examination reports from him, including blood and pheromone samples, which were the things Interpol offered a huge reward and high-level government officials dreamed of.

Tantpis.

Oops.Baymuir cursed secretly.

Looking at the unconscious prey, he fell into deep thought, and suddenly remembered that Shen He was gone, so why did he have to do the hard work by himself.So, he called and asked for additional manpower.

Half an hour later, a new subordinate in disguise arrived and picked up Alpha to deal with the funeral.

Beimuir staggered out of the ward, but bumped into Jiang Weihe at the door.

"No, you guys, it's only been a few minutes." Jiang Weihe was so angry that he felt amused, "You can do it to anyone you see, even a man can do it for free, so just pretend to be innocent like me, right?"

Jiang Weihe was the suspect of "frequent married life", so he was summoned by Lu He naturally.He was afraid of Lu He's political background, so he didn't dare not come, he was already useless enough, and he saw the doctor take off his glasses tremblingly, and rudely pushed Bemuir down, so he didn't want to be too upset.

Baymuir's heart shuddered. He didn't know how long Jiang Weihe had watched it and how many secrets he had discovered.

He blinked his eyelashes, wrapped his arms around Jiang Weihe's neck, rubbed his hands in a mesmerizing manner, and immediately began to write eloquently: "It's so hard for you to visit me in such a cold day, give me a chance to treat you to dinner, okay?"

"Don't, don't do this, I don't deserve it." Jiang Weihe showed Buddha's light on his face, feeling desperate.

"What are you talking about, just thinking about you, is there anything wrong?" Bemuir muttered apologetically, with a slight drag at the end, very childish, like a frightened animal that can only be soothed by love Bow chicks.

"Isn't it very fierce yesterday? You have learned grappling and muay thai, right?" Jiang Weihe tapped his nose, "It's faster to turn your face than to turn a book. I'm the only one who can be fooled."

But Baymuir's eyes gleamed softly in apple-green, and the pearl-gray dress that hugged him showed so fresh a face and a slender figure.The sweet and pleasant voice filled my ears, like sea waves soaked in milk, molasses, and frothy champagne.

"Pretend, keep pretending." Jiang Weihe remembered the humiliating experience last night, gritted his teeth, and twisted Bemuir's buttocks, really laughing angrily, "Little thing, can you pretend to be a complete set for brother this time, eh? "

During the meal, Baymuir was careful not to lie about him.

Jiang Weihe turned over as a serf and sang, and asked him to go to Weibo to see what trouble he caused yesterday.

The headline on the entertainment front page: "Jiang Weihe late at night bears a mixed-race tender model with a salty wet pig hand and laughs coquettishly".

The content of this report is extremely obscene, and the details of the bed are written very realistically, which is more offensive than Hong Kong reporters.

Baymuir couldn't help but buried his head in a laugh, and the bones protruding from his wrist trembled slightly.

Jiang Weihe jumped over the seat to pinch his face, clamped his entire chin in his hands, forced him to shut up, and said, "What are you laughing at, don't you just let you continue to pretend? Pretend, what should I say at this time?"

"Say I'm sorry, brother, I'm so wronged, brother, I just can't help loving you too much, Smith Marseille." Bemuir smiled and fell on the tatami.

"You can laugh at yourself when you have time." Jiang Weihe dictated.

There is also an entertainment article from Bemuir's point of view: "LVBR executives add another member to the harem and drive the bus to the rich".

And Bemuir looked at it calmly, not angry at all, wrapped a whole piece of sushi in his mouth, and argued seriously in a particularly vague way: "Why am I not as hot as you? To be fair, I am much more handsome than you, right?" ? No, I want to spend money to buy it quickly, how much is the hot search position?"

Jiang Weihe was speechless, looking at his small face like a porcelain doll, stuffed and squeezed by food, completely deformed, his bony fingers were dipping white caviar with tempura, the taste was so disgustingly low, it looked like A pure fool.

But amidst Bemuir's unrestrained wanton laughter, Jiang Weihe suddenly felt very relaxed, and an elusive and precious vitality flowed in the air, as if his own heart was also humorous and lighthearted.For a moment, he broke free from the fake Vanity Fair of the entertainment industry.