Chapter 1639 The Wealth of the County Prince's Mansion

"Are you awake?" Han Xuejia put down the guitar and poured him a glass of water. m

Ma Ke let out a ghostly cry like a chant.

"Xuejia, actually I like you very much, really—" Marco began to confide in love in the illusion.

Maybe women just like men who are flirtatious, and I won't mention that, Marco thought.

"Huh?" Han Xuejia couldn't help blushing and laughing, does this big pervert really like herself that much? Has he fallen in love with himself already?

"You have a cold, get up, drink some water, and take some medicine later."

She put down the small cake, reached out to try the wet clothes on the clothesline, and knew that Marco had caught a cold. Han Xuejia quickly cleaned up the pile of filth that Marco vomited, and then opened the door for ventilation.

The pervert refused to take the medicine in a daze, and struggled like a pig. Han Xuejia was so angry that she dragged her shoes and jumped onto his bed. Regardless of whether a lady is a lady or not, Han Xuejia rode on the boy in one fell swoop, pinched his head, pinched his nose, and gulped him down, spilling water all over the pillow.

"Xuejia, I'm sorry for you, don't be afraid! I will be responsible for you. I really didn't know that you were a virgin that night! And you were pregnant. I only found out later. If I knew it earlier, I would go with you Hospital. I really—"

Marco, who was spinning in the vortex, received Han Xuejia's sound signals in his brain, and he transformed these sound signals into images with his psychedelic imagination. Thus, Han Xuejia dressed as an angel appeared in his maelstrom. With a little tiptoe, Ma Ke flew to Han Xuejia's side. He took Han Xuejia's hand, and began to tell his love and repentance.

"This neuropathy, I guess it's because of a fever."

he woke up.

"Rogue! Crazy!" Han Xuejia slapped the guy hard.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It rained too much when I went out to buy train tickets, so I probably got drenched."

She was dumbfounded by this sleepy pervert.

Marco covered his burning face with some grievance.

This kid's fever hasn't subsided yet, he's just talking nonsense, disgusting! What a big psycho! Han Xuejia thought.

"Hello,

What are you in a daze for? ", Han Xuejia poked Marco.

"I'm a pervert! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were a virgin!"

"Oh—what time is it? Is it morning or evening?" Marco felt powerless. With great effort, he sat up with Han Xuejia's help.

Han Xuejia helped him wipe off the water on his neck, then moved a small stool and sat at the door, blankly counting the raindrops falling on the eaves.

The two had their own ghosts, so they sat together and started Marco Polo's 27th birthday dinner.

Han Xuejia couldn't help laughing at Marco's funny look. She took the towel and wiped the cold sweat from Marco's forehead.

"It's almost seven o'clock in the evening, here you are."

"Huh? Why?", Han Xuejia was a little strange, and also grasped Marco's callused hand.

"ah--"

"The morning after tomorrow, go to Jinan." Marco smiled.

"Xuejia, I'm sorry for you!" Marco grabbed her hand firmly.

Well, she must be shy, anyway, she belongs to a girl,

"Ah! Xuejia, I have been retribution, I was struck by lightning! I love you, forgive me! Ah, I am dead!", Marco grabbed the quilt tightly in horror, and then fell into a coma again.

"Huh?", Han Xuejia's smile disappeared, and her eyebrows became pimples. What's wrong with this rascal?

"Huh???", Han Xuejia's eyes were already burning, and she raised her palm in the air.

"Morning the day after tomorrow? Jinan?" Han Xuejia was a little surprised, she didn't expect Marco to leave so soon.

"Have you been here for a long time?" Marco shook his chaotic head lightly.

"Marco Polo, what's wrong with you?" Han Xuejia shook his head vigorously.

Han Xuejia tucked the quilt up for him, opened the umbrella and went to a nearby clinic to get some cold medicine for Marco.

"Shut up!" Han Xuejia went crazy!

"Does he really love me?" Han Xuejia smiled.

"How do I know! Didn't you have a fever? It's probably because of the fire, it's swollen!" Han Xuejia couldn't help laughing, "Hurry up and wash your face."

Han Xuejia thought that Marco was drunk on the phone, but found out that the kid was sick when he got to the hut.

Han Xuejia looked at her watch, it was already half past six in the afternoon, and the sky was already dark.

"Snapped!"

After counting the raindrops all afternoon, the dead pig still didn't wake up.

10 mental patients with cold and fever

"Marco Polo! Marco Polo!" Han Xuejia gently shook Marco, trying to wake him up.

"Hurry up and eat cake!" Han Xuejia had already set up dinner.

"Love? Really love?"

Maybe it's time to take the courage of a man and face the cruel reality.

"Huh? Already bought a train ticket?"

He stared blankly at the washbasin in a daze.

The cold water cleared up Marco's chaotic nerves, and he immediately thought of that terrible question again.

"Snapped!!!"

Han Xuejia handed him the water, and Ma Ke took a few sips to moisten his throat.

"Huh?" Han Xuejia felt a strange feeling when he heard him call her name.

Ma Ke turned his face with some resentment, looked at Han Xuejia affectionately, and then——

Ma Ke was thinking wildly there, and Han Xuejia didn't bother to talk to him.

"Xuejia—I—child—I'm sorry—Xuejia—how could I be pregnant—does it hurt—" the delirious Marco began to speak nonsense.

Ma Ke was confessing his sins in the arms of the angel Han Xuejia, when he suddenly felt a loud noise in his ears, and then a dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes. ah! Marco understood that God did not forgive his sins, and he was chopped off by thunder!

"I want to visit Zhang Yang, and then go to Beijing from Jinan. Huh? Why does my cheek hurt so much?" Marco suddenly felt that the right side of his face seemed to be swollen.

Is this guy dreaming? Did he dream of himself? But how did he say these inexplicable words?

"Well", Marco stopped thinking about his cheeks and got out of bed to wash his face.

She slapped the psycho so badly that even his mother couldn't recognize him.

What are you still worrying about? Maybe I should also be free and easy.

Other girls don't take it to heart, as if nothing happened,

Well, just pretend that never happened—

When she got back to the little house, she gave Marco some pills.

"What's wrong with me?" Marco rubbed his temples, still having a splitting headache.

Feeling a little bored, Han Xuejia took off Marco's electric guitar, and played "Romance De Amor" from memory.

Han Xuejia? The woman in front of him! what to do? what to do!

"Snapped!!"

"Xuejia, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? I will take responsibility for you!"

Is this what women do nowadays? Han Xuejia wants to bear it by herself?

"Huh? Xuejia?"

"Snapped!"

"Why did you go for an abortion? Aborted the baby? Does it hurt?"

Anyway, the uncooked rice has already been cooked, and the child is also destroyed.

"Well, here we come!" Marco smiled strangely, and sat down swaggeringly.

The kid took that slap as thunder.

She touched the sleeping Marco's forehead, which frightened her a lot. Marco's hot forehead could almost fry eggs!

Being a mother-in-law like myself would actually make her feel embarrassed.

"I came at half past one, and I found you unconscious like a dead pig!" Han Xuejia complained coquettishly.

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