Chapter 163: You really don't need me to be responsible? 8
Xiaohanhan, Xiaohanhan, I really have to hug your thigh from now on.
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"Xinhan, be good, this bone soup is very good for restoring bones." Hongwu heard that Xinhan refused to eat, and the boss went out again, so she could only bite the bullet and come over to serve him.
Hey, it seems that the fracture had a really big impact on Xinhan. In an instant, he lost weight until his chin was pointed.
Xinhan shook her head. She held the remote control in her uninjured hand and changed channels irritably. She didn’t really want to watch TV, but after being injured, she couldn’t do anything. The piano was moved away by Shi Feiyan, and the original place in the living room was
The place where the piano was placed is now replaced by a bonsai.[
She was curled up on the sofa like an ostrich, so she was out of sight and out of mind.
"Xinhan, if you don't drink it according to the nutritionist's instructions, when the boss comes back and finds out, they won't have any good fruit to eat. Just pity them." Hong Wu felt that she should really go out with the boss and stay.
Definitely not a good idea at home.
Xinhan still shook his head: "Sister Hongwu, I have no appetite and I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten lunch, how can you not be hungry? This is definitely good for your injury. Don't you want to get well soon? When you recover, you can play the piano in the future. Be good and drink this bowl of bone soup." Hong
Wu felt more and more that she was being sincere.
"Even if you recover, you will still miss the time to compete. The next competition will be five years later, so what's the point?" She looked out the window with dull eyes, and her tone was even more painful.
Hey! Hong Wu sighed.
Things have already happened, what's the point of saying this now.
In fact, if you want to participate in the competition, it is not impossible, but unfortunately, the boss won't allow it. Otherwise, not to mention Young Master Di, even Hong Wu herself can set her bones and recover in a moment.
I don’t know what the boss was thinking, insisting that she endure the pain of wearing a plaster for a month.
Xinhan was lying on the sofa, lazily, like a lazy kitten. The day after tomorrow was the competition day, but she could only eat and sleep like a rice bug. Who could
Do you understand her current mood?
The heavy plaster on her left arm was like a thorn in her side at the moment, and she wanted to smash it into pieces.
Hong Wu looked really distressed.
She opened her mouth, but hesitated: "Actually, if you want to participate in the competition the day after tomorrow, it's not completely impossible.'