第一百七十三章高烧(1/9)

乔桥把已经洗好烘干的衣服整齐叠放在程修床头。
                                                                                                                                                                男人双眼紧闭,眉头紧锁，额上覆着一层细密的汗珠,好像梦里也在忍受痛苦,乔桥越看心里越不是滋味,她跟程修见面的次数屈指可数，可似乎每次见他都带着大大小小的伤,新的旧的交错,缠绷带也成了家常便饭。
                                                                                                                                                                程修从来对这些伤口的来历避而不谈,实际上他每次态度都很平静,好像受点伤跟喝点水没什么区别,显然早就习惯了。
                                                                                                                                                                其实他不说乔桥也能猜到,反正十有八九跟简白悠有关系，程修是他的人，如果不是执行命令,谁天天闲的没事往危险的地方钻呢？
                                                                                                                                                                啊白悠也真是的。
                                                                                                                                                                乔桥暗暗腹诽道,好看又怎么样,本来就没几个朋友，性格还那么反复无常,程修这么忠心耿耿都被折磨,何止是没人性。
                                                                                                                                                                当然这话她也就敢偷偷想想,要是说出来被程修听到,他说不定比简白悠本人还生气。
                                                                                                                                                                床上的人忽然抖了一下,乔桥以为他醒了连忙俯身查看，程修似乎在做噩梦,紧闭眼睑下的眼球转得飞快,表情很痛苦。
                                                                                                                                                                乔桥有点慌,她找块湿毛巾帮他擦汗,手接触到程修额头时发现烫得吓人。
                                                                                                                                                                糟糕，他好像发高烧了。
                                                                                    

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