Yan Zhan put the dinner paper aside and gave Wan Yi a look.
The latter immediately went to pay the bill.
After paying the bill and they walked out of the restaurant, Manshu had already called Huang Tao.
"Sister Manshu, are you still in the hospital? I accidentally stepped on my foot while walking up the stairs and sprained my foot. Now I'm going to the hospital. I guess I won't be able to take you back to the village today."
She didn't call anyone here, so Huang Tao was going to call her.
Manshu did not expect this sudden change.
"It doesn't matter. I'll think of a solution. Brother Taozi, are your ankle sprains serious? Go to the hospital quickly."
"It's not serious, it's just swollen into pig's trotters."
Manshu heard him yelling on the other end of the phone, as if someone was scolding him.
It probably means that he walks without looking at the road or something.
Huang Tao quickly hung up the phone.
Manshu was about to continue walking, but Yan Zhan stopped at some point.
She accidentally bumped into Yan Zhan's back.
"Hiss..." Manshu quickly covered her nose. She felt that her nose was bleeding.
Yan Zhan turned around and saw Man Shuliang with tears in his eyes.
"You are so hard!" Youyuan blurted out.
After saying that, her whole body froze.
"Watch the road next time you walk." Yan Zhan said with a serious face, "Don't play with your phone."
He pulled away Manshu's hand covering his nose and took a look. His nose was a little red.
"Oh." Manshu snorted aggrievedly.
The hit hurt too much.
do not want to talk.
He even looked at Yan Zhan's back with itchy teeth.
Why does this back look like a piece of iron?
"Go to the hospital?" Yan Zhan looked at whether she was going to cry or not, thinking that something was really wrong.
"No." Manshu shook her head like a rattle, "Fortunately, I have a real nose. If you meet a girl who has had her nose straightened, you must not let her go behind your back."
"If you get hit, you have to pay for it. If you don't pay for it, you have to..." She gave Yan Zhan an unclear look.
Manshu was not joking. She used to watch TV and entertainment news, and she had seen female celebrities get their noses knocked crooked.
Plastic surgery is not easy, but you should be friendly to other girls.
"Just what?" Yan Zhan was still waiting for her next step.
"You have to pay compensation! You hit her and disfigured her. What will you do if you don't marry her?"
If these words had come out of someone else's mouth, Yan Zhan might have been slapped in the face.
But it was Manshu who spoke, and he said thoughtfully: "You are still young, so you should pay for it."
Manshu: "Ah?" I'm not talking about me!
With our relationship, if we have to go back to Yan's house in the future, do I dare to ask you to lose money?
Yan Zhan saw her slightly raising her chin and looking at him with tears in her eyes.
He reached out and rubbed her hair: "I'll buy you clothes."
Manshu took a step back as if he had been struck by a ghost.
She raised her eyes to look at Yan Zhan's hands with a look of horror on her face.
How could Mr. Yan do such an action?
"I didn't wash my hair!"
Yes, she rushed to the ambulance yesterday and was as tired as a dead dog at night. She had no time to wash her hair.
Yan Zhan's face froze, and his eyes fell on his hands.
It was as if he was thinking whether he could still have this hand.
Manshu saw with her own eyes that there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
She looked at Yan Zhan apologetically: "Well, my hair is actually not very dirty."
"You go choose clothes." Yan Zhan pointed stiffly at a women's clothing store in front of him.
And he himself said: "I'm going to the bathroom."
With his expression of bitterness and hatred, Manshu doubted whether he would chop off his hand directly if it was not his own.