Weiran finally walked into the hospital, sat on the bed, and let the doctor use scissors to cut open her trouser legs bit by bit.
Leng Junyi frowned even more when he saw her bloody knees.
When the medicine came into contact with the wound, the pain was amplified countless times in an instant. Weiran tightly grasped the edge of the hospital bed with both hands and exhaled softly.
When the medicine was ready, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Weiran's forehead.
Both arms and knees were medicated and carefully bandaged by the doctor.
Leng Junyi also sent someone to buy a new piece of clothing for Weiran. Weiran had just changed her clothes and was about to leave the ward when she found Leng Junyi pushing a wheelchair in.
"Is this wheelchair prepared for me?" Wei Ran looked in disbelief at the thing in front of her that was only used by special people.
She just hit her knee, not to the point of being in a wheelchair?
However, Leng Junyi didn't care about her thoughts at all and pushed her into the wheelchair without any explanation.
So, Weiran, a normal person with sound limbs, was pushed out of the hospital.
"Chinese style or Western style?" Leng Junyi carefully carried Wei Ran into the car and asked while fastening his seat belt.
"What?" Weiran asked blankly without reacting for a moment.
"Aren't you hungry? Do you want something Chinese or Western?" Leng Junyi stepped on the accelerator and asked while focusing on the road ahead.
Since he returned from work and saw that she was not at home, he came out to look for her. He had been tossing for so long without even eating, and now he was a little hungry.
"Whatever." After understanding what Leng Junyi meant, Weiran said calmly.
Probably because of her mood, although she almost didn't eat anything today, she didn't feel hungry at all.
Leng Junyi took Weiran to a high-end Western restaurant. When getting off the car, Leng Junyi first moved the wheelchair from the trunk, and then took Weiran out of the car.
Wei Ran was pushed into the restaurant by Leng Junyi, who was not used to it. As soon as she sat down, she heard two girls talking quietly next to her.
"Look, the man next to you is so handsome, but it's a pity that his girlfriend is disabled."
"His girlfriend has become like that, but he still refuses to leave her. He is such a good man. I wish I could meet a man like this."
Hearing the comments from the two girls next to him, three black lines suddenly appeared on Weiran's forehead.
Does someone who is in a wheelchair have to be disabled? Can’t it mean that his knee was injured?
Also, which eye did they use to see that Leng Junyi was a good man?
"What are you stunned for? Eat quickly." Leng Junyi said as he pushed all the plates on the table in front of her.
Every time I see her, I feel that she is too thin and it would be better for her to be fatter.
Weiran reluctantly cut the food into small pieces and ate it bit by bit, cursing in her heart.
Pervert! Tyrant!
He obviously said he was hungry and wanted to come here to eat, so why did he give her everything in the end?
Leng Junyi's cold eyes stared at her throughout the meal, and Wei Ran ate without knowing how to taste it. Until she finished the last bite, Leng Junyi thoughtfully came over to help her push the wheelchair.
Weiran felt flattered and hurriedly said: "I can do it myself."
"Ye Weiran, you just have to listen to what I say from now on." Leng Junyi ordered domineeringly, his tone not allowing anyone to resist.
He was only allowed to listen and not speak, so he might as well go find a doll. Why come to her? Weiran thought bitterly in her heart.
-----------------------------It took many days for Weiran's knee injury to heal completely. Weiran felt that after she
In the few days since her knee injury, Leng Junyi's attitude towards her seemed less bad.
That evening, Weiran was having nothing to do in the apartment when she suddenly received a call from Leng Junyi, saying that he would take her to a place that evening.
Weiran immediately thought of the Emperor Nightclub he took her to last time, and the words of rejection were already on her lips, but Leng Junyi didn't give her a chance and hung up the phone directly.
Weiran shook her head helplessly. How could she forget that this man has always been so domineering, how could he listen to her ideas?
She tidied up briefly, and after a while, Leng Junyi drove to pick her up, saying that he would take her to pick out a dress first.
The place Leng Junyi took Wei Ran to was a high-end club that specialized in providing dresses and styles for banquets. It is said that some celebrities' clothes and styles were created here.
When they arrived at the club, Weiran was led to the clothing area by the staff to choose clothes, while Leng Junyi sat down in the rest area.
Weiran stopped in front of a hanger full of clothes. Just as her fingers touched a pure white dress, a slender white hand also stretched out.
Wei Ran raised her head and looked at the person who had her eye on the same dress as her. The woman with a beautiful face had exquisite makeup and her hair was draped in wavy curls behind her. She looked elegant and noble.
"Xiaoxiao, have you seen any clothes you like?" At this time, a woman in her forties came over, also very noble.
The woman's face was originally full of smiles, but when she saw Wei Ran, the smile on her face suddenly froze, and her mouth opened wide for a moment, as if she had seen a ghost.
A bitter smile appeared on Wei Ran's face, and she suddenly felt that this world is really small!
"Ye Weiran, why are you here? Did you come here on purpose? Does he know?" The woman pointed at the tip of Weiran's nose with one hand and spoke sharply.