If other women had already shouted this kind of injury, she not only seemed to be nothing, but even hesitated to ask for help, which made him feel sad just looking at it.

Although he and her had a lot of communication through the Internet before coming to China, Yan Xiaye was standing in front of him at this moment, which brought much greater touch than he imagined.

If this continues, it is still unknown whether he can fulfill Yin Mo’s instructions...

Not long after, Yin Baiyan turned around with the medicine box.

Yan Xiaye knew that he must look bad now, so he wiped around the wound with a wet wipe, hoping that at least he would not let Yin Baiyan look disgusted.

Just as he was able to wipe it hard, the man's big palm grabbed her wrist and gently and firmly took the wet wipes from her hand.

The snow-white tissue was stained with blood, and she just smiled apologetically at him: "Please trouble the teacher."

Yin Baiyan's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes remained on Yan Xiaye's calm little face, and it took a few seconds to look away.

Ten minutes later, Yan Xiaye held the head of an Indian San, looking at Yin Baiyan who was laughing in front of her depressedly.

"This is too exaggerated!" She held the mirror and looked around, and protested with dissatisfaction: "I didn't mean that just clean the wound and put two more band-aids on it..."

"NONONO, how can you question the aesthetics of being a teacher at will?" Yin Baiyan wiped away the corners of his eyes and laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe: "Who told you to disagree to go to the hospital? The teacher doesn't agree with your practice of not caring about yourself.

, This is a little punishment for you."

"Come on!" Calculate the remaining time, Yan Xiaye thanked him angrily and rushed back to his room like a gust of wind.

Turning on the bathroom spray head, she bent her lips slightly pale in the mirror due to blood loss, hesitating whether to show such a embarrassed side in the photo.

But even if she can hide it for a while, she will still be discovered by Xiao Yunduo when she meets her tomorrow. Wouldn't she be even more worried?

...

After Li Yuntang attended the last cocktail party today, it was already late at night when he returned to his residence.

The lights were on in the children's room. He stood quietly outside the door for a while until the cold air on his body was gone, and then he walked lightly to the side of Xiaoyunduo's bed.

On the children's bed, Xiao Yunduo frowned slightly and hugged the pillow and slept very well.

Li Yuntang lowered his eyes and pulled the corner of the quilt for the child. When he turned around and left, he accidentally saw the phone by the bed shaking slightly, and a new WeChat message jumped out.

He is busy with work on weekdays and has no interest in social software like WeChat, but the avatar that pops up on the dialog box makes him particularly exceptional.

Picking up his phone and returning to his room, Li Yuntang lit a cigarette in the dark, and gently slid his slender fingertips on the screen.

On the screen, Yan Xiaye was wearing a particularly youthful water-blue long skirt, sitting on the bed with her knees bent, her slender white and tender calves looming under the hem of the skirt, and she made a victory in front of the camera, with a bright smile without any gloom.

.

The only thing that is not good is the thick bandage wrapped around her forehead.

Li Yuntang's eyes were slightly darker, his fingertips outlined the bandage on the picture, and then another message jumped out: "Does it look good?"

He paused for a moment and tapped a few times on the screen: "Yeah."

"Crying! I'm useless to dress up, but you don't praise me."

Under the cold light reflected by the screen, the man's handsome face was unpredictable: "What's going on with your injury?"

Wow, it’s worthy of being Xiao Yunduo, the problem is sharp and the focus is on.

Yan Xiaye bit his lower lip and quickly came up with a more credible answer: "I accidentally fell while walking, wuwu, it looks like I won't be better tomorrow, I'm sure I'll be yours.

A dance partner?"

"I want to hear the truth."

Seeing the words appearing out, Yan Xiaye stuck out his tongue, feeling that it is not a good thing for the child to be too smart, so he can only talk to him: "I can hear lightning here, are you afraid, little

Is uncle back?"

"Did Brother Beicheng beat you again?"

"Ah haha, absolutely not!" Yan Xiaye's heart trembled, and he added three words as quickly as possible and sent them back: "I promise!"

Li Yuntang was unmoved and imitated Xiao Yunduo's tone: "I want to tell Daddy."

"Don't!" Yan Xiaye was panicked, and lit the screen blankly for a long time with his fingertips, and then deleted the words one by one, leaving only a very short sentence: "I don't want to bother him anymore, nor can I see you again."

It's time for him."

The message was sent, but there was no new response for a while.

Yan Xiaye's mood gradually became nervous from nervousness, and she began to wonder if the news just now was a bit inexplicable. What if Xiao Yunduo misunderstood it...

Before the screen of the phone dim, she clicked on the voice message and said softly, "Little Yunduo, are you asleep? I am very grateful for your help, just..."

Halfway through his words, Yin Baiyan knocked on the door symbolically and walked in with a bowl of hot tomato and egg noodles. He laughed out loud with two tiger teeth as if he wanted to give me credit: "Xiao Xia Ye, I'll give you some food."

"Hey, can you put on your clothes first..."

Turning his head and watching the spring light suddenly ejaculate, Yin Baiyan slid from his shoulders to his waist, Yan Xiaye's fingertips slid, and he watched the voice send out in a whirlwind.

Oh no!

It was too late to withdraw. Yan Xiaye held his phone and stared at the prompts that the other party was entering on the chat box without tears. He felt that the headache was even worse.

On the other side, Li Yuntang glanced at the voice message and clicked on it without thinking.

In the nearly dead room, the girl's soft and concerned voice poured out like water, which was touching without any consciousness.

Therefore, how beautiful the front of this pronunciation is, how abrupt the two lines of the next set are.

After a few dozen seconds, the voice playback is completed.

In the quiet room again, Li Yuntang's face was as deep as water. He pressed the clear and dark cigarette butts and repeatedly clicked on the message.

This time, he vaguely heard a little anger from Yan Xiaye's accusation, and then thought of the first half of the sentence...

...

At the same time, Yin Baiyan didn't think he did anything wrong. He showed his clear-cut chest with a ruffian smile and flamboyant smile: "I'm not wrong with this outfit, or Xiao Xiaye's blood spray when he saw me.

Zhang, for fear of accidentally throwing into my arms automatically?"

"You're dreaming!" Yan Xiaye smelled the seductive fragrance in the air, stared at the noodle bowl in the man's hand suspiciously, and motioned him to put the bowl on the desk: "Thank you, I'll eat it later."
Chapter completed!