Sure enough, when Wendy Johnson heard Juliana Lewis’s words, her breath gradually stabilized. She begged and looked at Timothy Greene: “Give me your mobile phone, I want to have a look.”
Timothy Greene won’t give it to her because it hasn’t been handled at all.
Wendy Johnson bit his lip: “If you don’t give me a mobile phone, I will be discharged from the hospital now. After a while, Hancheng will come, and I will let him read it to me.”
Han Chengyu is Wendy Johnson’s agent.
Timothy Greene had no choice but to give her mobile phone to Wendy Johnson: “It’s just a photo, and it’s not your fault. Don’t get excited, it’s not good for your heart.”
Wendy Johnson lowered his head and clutched his cell phone.
Heart, heart, all he cares about is Miranda Sanchez’s heart!
Timothy Greene was worried about Wendy Johnson, and now he was a little angry with Juliana Lewis. He looked up and stared at the wine. “You didn’t come to see a doctor at all. You deliberately told Wan Wan. Are you satisfied when you see that she is stimulated?”
Wendy Johnson heard this, secretly pleased in the heart, Ting deep brother or stand on her side.
Wendy Johnson looked up and said weakly: “Brother Ting Shen, don’t say Mrs. Li like this. She doesn’t know that I don’t know, just comfort me. Don’t blame her, I’m fine.”
As soon as this came out, Timothy Greene’s strange feelings about Juliana Lewis seemed to disappear. He said two words coldly to the landing wine: “Malice.”
Wan Wan spoke for her, but she deliberately said the hot search in order to stimulate Wan Wan.
She is vicious.
Benson Leach’s eyes were cold.
Juliana Lewis took Benson Leach’s hand and looked up at Timothy Greene. “You hurt your left arm. You haven’t seen a doctor yet. Go and push the medicated wine, or your left arm will not lift.”
Timothy Greene subconsciously raised his hand and touched his left arm. “How do you know I’m hurt?”
This is when fighting with that man, she was kicked in the arm. She didn’t say it was okay, but her arm became sore when she said it.
Juliana Lewis said lightly: “By the way, you have to wipe a medicinal wine on your back. I just came to see you. If you are fine, then I will leave.”
With that, Juliana Lewis pulled Benson Leach away.
Timothy Greene tried to catch up, but Wendy Johnson, who was lying in the hospital bed, let out an uncomfortable cry. He had to give up and turn to care about Wendy Johnson.
Juliana Lewis and Benson Leach went out of the ward and walked in the corridor.
Benson Leach asked Juliana Lewis, “How do you know he’s hurt?”
Timothy Greene wore a suit and stayed up all night. He looked tired, but he didn’t necessarily get hurt.
Juliana Lewis looked up at the patients, doctors and nurses walking in the corridor and said, “There is something wrong with his posture of carrying the bowl. Obviously, his arm hurts, that is, he is injured.”
“And when Timothy Greene stood up, the action was a little bigger, and he involuntarily pulled the corners of his mouth. It must be a pain in his back.”
Benson Leach listened to this and said sourly, “You observe really carefully.”
Juliana Lewis took his hand: “I have more careful, that is, my Mr. Li, now jealous, need a kiss.”
Benson Leach snorted, “This is also careful? It is clearly my own performance, not counting.”
Juliana Lewis gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Does it count now?”
Benson Leach’s lip angle was slightly raised, but soon he tried to press down the lip angle again: “No, it doesn’t count.”
Give me a sip.
Juliana Lewis kissed Benson Leach again at the lip corner, and then kissed him again: “Now?”
Benson Leach pulled the wine into the ward and gave her a wall thump directly: “It takes a deep kiss.”