My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 228 Burned Out

Wen Changlang wrapped his arms around Shang Yanzhou's waist, and proudly said:

"That's what you're willing to let me hold."

"Anything to measure?"

"It's not about taking an inch, it's about taking pride in being favored."

With a strong pull, Wen Changlang pressed Shang Yanzhou on his body, then quickly turned over, and the two of them switched positions.

He set fire to Shang Yanzhou's body with both hands, and then eagerly said:

"Last time you said you let me be on top, you can't go back on your word."

Shang Yanzhou didn't move, and teased with some worry:

"Your body, can you still move?"

Wen Changlang leaned forward, and said with a wicked smile:

"I'm in good health. I have minor illnesses and pains. I just need to sweat."

Shang Yanzhou pondered for a while, and then agreed: "That makes sense."

As Wen Changlang continued to fan the flames, the temperature in the room gradually rose. After a moment of silence, Wen Changlang's scream came:

"Shang Yanzhou! You bastard~ um~ bastard! Didn't you agree to let me be on top!"

Shang Yanzhou replied leisurely: "Aren't you on top now?"

"It's not this kind of job! I'm quitting!"

Pinching his waist and jerking, Shang Yanzhou spoke in a straight voice:

"It's okay, if you don't do it, I will do it."

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The next day, Wen Changlang was burnt out gloriously. Before he passed out, a sentence flashed through his head: Shit!Exercising and sweating can't cure the disease at all!

Wen Changlang was as hot as a stove, Shang Yanzhou hurriedly dialed the connection of the Shang mansion for the doctor to come.

During the period, I cleaned up the mess in the room, and then put on Wen Changlang's clothes. After a while, the doctor came in a hurry.

After seeing the situation in Wen Changlang, he said very pessimistically:

"This is a severe fever, and the body temperature must be lowered as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, the doctor turned around and took out the syringe from the medicine box, put a can of medicine on it, and planned to lift the quilt.

He just lifted a corner of his clothes, and he was shocked. This... bruised and ambiguous traces, from his doctor's point of view, are clearly superficial wounds left after love!

He looked back at Shang Yanzhou in disbelief, and silently swallowed his saliva. It turned out that the young master and Mr. Wen actually have... such a relationship? !

With trembling hands, he stabbed Wen Changlang's buttocks, and he pulled up the quilt, and he couldn't speak smoothly anymore, bumping into each other:

"Young Master, I, I, I will give Mr. Wen an infusion first."

Shang Yanzhou stared at him, nodded, and then, without any intention of hiding, sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

The doctor turned around in fright and said in a panic:

"I'm sorry, sir."

Shang Yanzhou looked at him with some confusion: "Why are you sorry, don't you need an infusion? Hurry up."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Shang Yanzhou glanced at him in bewilderment, wondering how he didn't know that the doctor at home still had a stuttering problem.

After the infusion, a few more western medicines were left behind, and the doctor rolled away trembling.

Do you need to tell the old man about this?However, what if the young master blames him and kills himself?

The more the doctor thought about it, the more frightened he felt, and his feet were like the wind, quickly swept away from the house.

Shang Yanzhou sat by the bed, quietly waiting for the person to wake up, and did nothing, just stared at him intently, unwilling to look away for a moment.

Wen Changlang has a hot temper and a flamboyant personality. He is used to acting recklessly, but he is also used to coaxing little girls with sweet words.

However, it was such a person full of flaws that made him fall into a demon.