In the office, Tong Xi rubbed her ankle in pain, while Tong Xi hated to look at Tan Qing.
The bad man really regarded her as a buddy, regardless of gender, so he didn't know how to cherish her.
"It's not that exaggerated, right?"
There was no trace of worry on Tan Qing's face, and there was even a joke in the corner of her eyes: "You and Nuan Nuan are both Taekwondo masters, not to mention I didn't use any strength just now."
"I broke my ankle and it's still not healed..."
As Tong Xi spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. He lowered his head in grievance and opened up his pants to show him: "I came back from your house that night and accidentally fell when I went upstairs. But you still bullied me.
I!"
"Then you dared to kick me like that just now?"
The redness and swelling made Tan Qing startled: "Go to the hospital and get some medicine."
"No need." Tong Xi shook his head in refusal and went to get his bag. He rolled his eyes at him and said, "I kicked you because you were angry."
"Are you going to give me medicine when you're lame?" Tan Qing didn't think twice and picked her up. Tong Xi wanted to hide and pressed her body against his. She moved her lips and swallowed, then snuggled into his arms obediently.
She has medicine in her bag, but she doesn't want to take it out or tell him now. She likes to see him worrying about her. Only at this time can she feel that he treats her well and she can find the confidence to pursue him again.
His arms were broad and comfortable, close to her left chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat, a smile quietly appeared on the corner of her mouth. But Tan Qing was walking so fast that she didn't notice it at all.
Lin Xue looked at the two disappearing figures, and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously. The phone rang, and when she saw it was a warm number, she picked it up happily: "Mom-to-be, why did you remember to call the master?"
"Disciple, I have something to ask my master for help." Wen Nuan said.
After telling Lin Xue what Tong Xi was thinking, the two of them analyzed the success index between Tan Qing and Tong Xi. The more they talked, the more addicted they became. Until Leng Yan came back from outside and saw the mobile phone in Nuan Nuan's hand, his expression changed.
Slightly sinking, Wen Nuan hurriedly put it down and looked at Leng Yan's sarcastic smile: "I'm back so soon..."
"Confiscated!" Leng Yan spread his palms.
Wen Nuan bit her lip, looked at him aggrievedly, and hid the phone behind her back with her hands behind her back: "It won't last this long in the future."
"No use for three days!"
Leng Yan was selfless, put his arm around her waist, and gently pressed her cheek, while the other hand took the phone over at lightning speed.
"Leng Yan! You've gone too far!"
Wen Nuan gritted his teeth so hard: "You bullied me! You told me to arrange work for me when I came here. It's been two hours now, and besides letting me sit here, you just gave me a bunch of fairy tale books to read.
I didn't help at all. I managed to have a chat with the master, but you deprived me of it."
"Are you really angry?" Leng Yan saw her turning her head and only showing him her back. He came up to her with a smile and gently hugged her waist from behind: "Good wife, I..."
"What are you!" Wen Nuan snorted coldly: "You are doing it for my own good, you don't want me to be tired. I have heard this so much that my ears are calloused."
She was really bored. If she continued like this, she would get sick. She had hoped that she could do something when she came here, but he didn't arrange anything for her.
"Look what this is?" Leng Yan smiled, stole a kiss on her lips, and handed over the thing in his hand: "Isn't this boring?"