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    紾藏版1八Я影視ρó18んυЬ.cóм                                                                                                             “我来。”顾烟从他手里拿过车钥匙，他现在这个样子，实在不适合开车。                                                                                                             方亦城勉强笑了笑，没说什么，也实在是没力气说什么。                                                                                                             还好提前问了他住址，一路到了他的公寓楼下，他已经睡着了。                                                                                                             “亦城，亦城，”顾烟推他，“亦城，你觉得怎么样？我送你去医院好吗？”                                                                                                             “不要！”方亦城昏昏沉沉的一把抓住她的手，紧紧握在手心，长长的舒了一口气，“没事。”                                                                                                             过去，他常常受伤，有时伤口太严重，顾烟哭着求他去医院，他就抓住她的手，温柔的笑笑，喊她傻瓜，“没事。”他总是这么说。                                                                                                             顾烟的眼眶一热。没有勉强他。                                                                                                             “亦城，你家里有退烧药吗？”                                                                                                             方亦城撑着眼皮，艰难的点头。                                                                                                             顾烟下了车，去另一边开门，将他扶出来。