Chapter 4797 Why, You Still Feel Sorry for Me? 2

Mr. Cheng's rogue behavior is really infuriating and funny.

Sister Hong rolled her eyes and came over to pull the quilt: "Cheng Zheng, don't be a rogue."

"You are not my relative, why do you care about me?" Mr. Cheng was suffocating in the quilt, his mouth was actually grinning, but Mr. Cheng was unwilling to admit it.

Oh, I don't want this woman to find out that he is happy.

Sister Hong straightened up and said calmly: "I will count to one, two, three. If you don't get up, I will not care about you."

Mr. Cheng lifted the quilt at once, and then said happily: 'Do you mean you are willing to go back and live with me? It's the same if I go back with you. "

Sister Hong was too lazy to pay attention to him, snorted lightly and leaned against the wall behind her: "I just remind you to be careful when playing with fire, don't think about anything else. "

When Master Cheng heard this, he thought it was hopeless. Then he looked at her face and felt that she was serious.

He lay down again, gnashing his teeth and said, 'I don't have any concerns in this world. Life or death doesn't matter to me. I only have one life. You can do whatever you want.'

Sister Hong frowned: "Cheng Zheng, you are sick."

She didn't want to pay attention to him, "I've said it. It's up to you whether you listen or not. Your life is yours. In fact, it has nothing to do with me."

Master Cheng just listened and said nothing.

Sister Hong said everything and turned around and left.

When they reached the door, Master Cheng changed his previous tough style and said quietly: 'Have you really never felt sorry for me?'

Sister Hong paused for a moment, then whispered: "I care a lot about betrayal, Cheng Zheng, I thought you knew it."

Master Cheng got angry all of a sudden, and his voice rose a lot: "I saw that you were so open-minded, and I thought you didn't care. How could I know that you couldn't let go of sleeping with a woman. "

Cheng said, his voice became softer: "If I had known it would be like this, I would have said I would not sleep at all."

He squinted, how easy is it for him? He struggled for so long, wasn't it because of her anger?

Sister Hong was still quiet, and after a while she smiled: "Maybe."

You can tell from the look that she was really angry.

Cheng realized it later, damn, did he say the wrong thing again?

Isn't this woman usually very generous? Why is she angry when she is angry?

Cheng also wanted to be as strong-willed as Sister Hong, and ignore her if she said she would, but he didn't have any. He felt particularly wronged, jumped off the bed, and pulled Sister Hong's hand regardless, shamelessly.

"Isn't it just a wrong word, so why is it so serious?" Cheng said uncomfortably, bowing his head.

Sister Hong looked at him and said in a calm voice: "I didn't mean that, and I won't be angry with you, it's not worth it."

Cheng frowned, "I say, you woman, why are you like this. "

"It's nothing, goodbye." Sister Hong didn't want to get entangled, and quickly broke free from his hand.

Mr. Cheng watched her go? Of course not, who is Mr. Cheng?

So she covered her stomach and cried out in a real and fake way, as if it was still very real.

Sister Hong frowned: "Cheng Zheng, are you serious?"

Mr. Cheng was still crying there, with a painful look on his face.

Sister Hong still helped him up. When Mr. Cheng was supported by her little hand, his body suddenly became lighter and he was very happy, but he didn't dare to show an expression of enjoyment, pretending to be in pain.

Sister Hong helped him to the bedside and pressed the bell.

The nurse came immediately, "What's wrong with Mr. Cheng?"