With his body covered in blood, Qian Wen was driven home by Tong Wenjie to take a shower.
Wrap your hands in plastic wrap and plastic bags.
I felt very uncomfortable and took a shower with my left hand.
After changing his clothes, he sat in front of Tong Wenjie's dressing table, holding a hair dryer in his left hand. The hair dryer whirred, making his hair flow like tangled grass.
Looking at his hair in the mirror, Qian Wen became even more depressed.
"If I had known better, I would have used my feet!"
"Dong dong dong~"
A knock on the door woke Qian Wen out of depression.
I had no choice but to put down the hair dryer in my hand. It was not convenient for one hand, so let's air dry it naturally.
Open the door.
Yingzi is standing outside the door.
"Have you finished taking a shower?" Qian Wen asked Yingzi to come in.
Qiao Yingzi was also dusty just now, with blood stains on her body.
"Well, how is your hand?" Qiao Yingzi asked.
Qian Wen closed the door, let Yingzi sit wherever he wanted, and took out two bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator.
"It's nothing, it's just inconvenient. If I had known earlier, I would have listened to my boss and bumping my head wouldn't have hindered my life." Qian Wen shook his head.
Qiao Yingzi chuckled, rolled her eyes at him, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him.
Qian Wen took it naturally and took a sip.
"If you use your head, your position at the top of the sprint class might not be guaranteed.
After all, it only takes a moment for a person to be foolish."
His hair was wet, Qian Wen rubbed it with his left hand depressedly, trying to dry it as soon as possible.
"I'm stupid and I'm relying on you." Qian Wen often said in a poor tone.
He does not mean that.
Qiao Yingzi pursed her lips and her eyes flickered.
Qian Wen didn't notice and was still playing with his hair.
"Didn't you blow dry your hair?" Qiao Yingzi asked upon seeing this.
"Hmm." Qian Wen reluctantly put down his left hand that was rubbing his hair, "The Condor Hero is not worthy of using a hair dryer."
Qiao Yingzi smiled and stood up, "Where is the hair dryer? Let me help you."
Qian Wen tilted his head and looked at Qiao Yingzi.
At this time, he was sitting and Qiao Yingzi was standing. The two were not far apart.
Qiao Yingzi did not wear a thick down jacket, but wore a grass green cotton home suit with pet patterns of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, long hair shawl, and pink cotton slippers, which was quite cute.
"Can you be so careless? I don't want my hair to be picked out," Qian Wen said jokingly.
Qiao Yingzi strangely didn't talk to him, and smiled slightly, which was actually a bit cute, "I often brag to my mother, it's an ancestral craft, and I have an exclusive copy."
"Follow me." Qian Wen stood up and led the way.
He's really not used to wet hair.
Arriving at Tong Wenjie's bedroom, Qian Wen sat down on the chair in front of the dressing table and shook his head coolly, "Come here, let me see your craftsmanship."
The fingers of his left hand trembled slightly, and he actually felt like he was tired of being with Wang Yidi.
Neither of them spoke. Qiao Yingzi picked up the hair dryer on the dressing table and blew Qian Wen's hair.
Qiao Yingzi lifted Qian Wen's hair with one hand and held a hair dryer in the other hand, very gently and delicately.
The hair is flowing and the smell of shampoo is diffused.
‘It smells so good~’
Qiao Yingzi thought to herself.
The slightest touch on his scalp made Qian Wen feel weird, he enjoyed it a little, but it was also weird.
He quickly found a topic to divert his attention.
"Yingzi, what's going on with Uncle Qiao? This is too real. The sacrifice is so big. Isn't it just a lie? How come it's true and it's so heavy?"
Hearing Qian Wen ask this, Yingzi, who had just been in a daze, came back to his senses.
After rubbing Qian Wen's hair, Qiao Yingzi couldn't help but rub it again when she saw that it was dry and soft.
"I'm not a pet dog, this is a human head, not a dog head!" Qian Wen shook his head and complained.
Qiao Yingzi flicked his head with her finger, then put away her hand and said nonchalantly, "You are so immature!"
Qian Wenyile said, "Hey, I'll give you one with a red flesh and a heart of sand."
"Forget it, keep this one for yourself, I'm afraid it's full of sea!"
Qian Wen rubbed his fresh hair with his left hand, feeling comfortable.
"You haven't said anything yet, what happened to Uncle Qiao? You didn't ask?"
The two of them walked to the living room.
"I asked, how could I not ask? I was scared to death just now." Qiao Yingzi said, glancing at him secretly from the corner of her eye.
Not only did it scare her, it also left a fresh memory in her mind.
The one who said don't worry I will be there.
This is the sense of security she feels again after her mother and father divorced, not from her father, not from home, but...
Yingzi continued, "I asked quietly, it was all accidents, a series of accidents.
My dad saw me and my mom and wanted to play hard to get, so he wanted to pretend to escape first, but his right foot was in a cast and he couldn't use the crutches. At that time, my dad was anxious again. When he was anxious, his right foot was crooked because of the exertion.
It was so fierce that it broke instantly.
My feet hurt and I had difficulty moving. I stumbled and hit the ground in a panic.
Next thing you know.
I really admire my stupid dad, how could he have a smart and smart daughter like me."
Qiao Yingzi said, helplessly holding her forehead.
Qian Wen was also convinced by this experience, but Yingzi was even more convinced. He asked with a smile, "How can you praise yourself so much?"
Qiao Yingzi laughed.
"Okay, Uncle Qiao has moved into your house, and the injury is real. You are a good wingman. As long as you don't rush, Aunt Song Qian will definitely be captured."
Qiao Yingzi nodded happily, she felt the same way.
Qian Wen suddenly thought of something, looked at Yingzi and said, "Uncle Qiao fell at that time, and you called me out of desperation.
We don't know if Aunt Song Qian paid attention.
Whether you pay attention or not, we will bite you to death. I just happened to pass by. We met by chance. I heard your shout and ran over.
You also called me when you saw me coming.
do you know?"
"I'm not stupid, I will tell my dad.
Besides, my mother might not have paid attention to the situation at that time."
As Qiao Yingzi spoke, she picked up an orange on the coffee table in front of her, peeled it off, and fed the pulp directly to Qian Wen's mouth.
Qian Wen also naturally opened his mouth and ate.
Everything was natural, but when Qiao Yingzi was feeding the second flap, Qianqian's thin hand accidentally touched Qian Wen's lips.
The touch of fingertips and lips.
They both came to their senses at the same time and froze.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ahem~" Qian Wen coughed dryly and took the pulp from Qiao Yingzi's hand expressionlessly, "I can do it myself."
"Well, you have difficulty with one hand, let me peel it for you." Qiao Yingzi also had no expression on her face, picked up another orange, and gently peeled off the peel.
But under her hair, her delicate ears were red.
The two chatted casually, but Qiao Yingzi was a little out of sorts. Qian Wen said that she seemed to have lost her memory sometimes, and he had to repeat it.
Qian Wen felt that he must have been frightened today and was a little dazed.
He pushed her out and told her to go home and rest quickly.
"Remember to ask my boss to come back. It's hard to be the Condor Hero." Qian Wen waved his rice dumpling hand and said to Qiao Yingzi at the door.
"I know, bye." Qiao Yingzi waved and left.
Qian Wen waited for Qiao Yingzi to get on the elevator before he closed the door.
After closing the door, he scratched his head. Yingzi was a little quiet just now, unlike her usual self.
Qian Wen has become accustomed to his good friend Qiao Yingzi.
The moment the elevator door closed, Qiao Yingzi suddenly covered her chest and exhaled. Her heartbeat was a little fast just now.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but her feelings for Fang Yifan, a good friend and good buddy, suddenly changed.
"Maybe I'm really shocked. Go to bed early today." Qiao Yingzi held her forehead and murmured to herself.
In the evening, Fangyuan came back.
When I saw Qian Wen's rice dumpling hand, it turned out that he was not concerned, but teasing. I thought he was acting like a monster again and had come up with some weird idea.
After Tong Wenjie rolled his eyes, he realized that his skin monkey was indeed injured.
"This is too impulsive. How can you smash the car glass with your hands? What if it scratches a major artery!" Fang Yuan was afraid to educate.
"Yes, I have no brains. How could I have such a son?" Tong Wenjie was still angry.
It was right to save people, but Tong Wenjie couldn't accept it if he could save people by self-mutilation, and it was her own son who was the one who hurt himself, so she couldn't accept it even more.
Fangyuan looked at his skin monkey and saw that he was in good spirits. He had also asked just now that the skin was injured and the bones were fine, so he was relieved.
Qian Wen looked at Fangyuan, winked at him, and told him to take care of his wife.
Ever since he came back from the hospital, Tong Wenjie had been preaching to him without giving him a good look, keeping a straight face.
It looks quite scary.
Qian Wen also knew that he was concerned about himself, and he kept making promises, but Tong Wenjie seemed to be really frightened, and she must force the concept of protecting herself into his mind today.
"You should hit with your head, your hands are not as strong as your skull." Fang Yuan received the signal and began to change his words.
"Get out of here! Hit it with your head!"
Before Qian Wen could respond, Tong Wenjie lost her temper.
"Hey dad, my mom also made me bang my head on the car glass. You two are so synchronized." Qian Wen took a bag of snacks from the coffee table, held it in his left hand, held a corner in his mouth, and tore it open with all his strength.
When Tong Wenjie saw it, she snatched it away with a white eye, quickly tore it open, and then threw it to him.
"Eat less junk food, don't use your brains to smash glass!" Tong Wenjie complained again.
Qian Wen shrugged and threw a piece of dried fruit in his mouth. If you want to say it, just say it, just to appease your old man's pounding heart.
"I just went out and bought some pig trotters. Fangyuan, you can stew them." Tong Wenjie looked at Fangyuan and said.
"You know what you eat to make up for it." After receiving the order, Fangyuan gave Qian Wen a helpless look and walked into the kitchen.
Tong Wenjie looked at him again and began to instill a sense of self-protection.
Really frightened by Tang Monk's chanting, Qian Wen hurriedly raised his hand and promised, "Next time I will definitely..."
"How dare you do it again?" Tong Wenjie stared.
Qian Wen swallowed the second half of the sentence and reassured, "This is the last time you will see me walking around."
Fangyuan in the kitchen heard this and said, "You can still act bravely, and it's your Uncle Qiao. Just don't be so impulsive, you have to protect yourself first..."
"Why are you so brave? Remember to call the police for help. Just call the ambulance to save people. Leave the rest to me safely!" Tong Wenjie interrupted Fangyuan.
This is the difference between mom and dad.
Qian Wen nodded, swore, and promised, and after a series of words, Tong Wenjie let him go for the time being.
It's really unaccustomed for a right-handed person to suddenly eat with his left hand.
He used to be a very stable person, but today, everything on the dinner table is full of vegetables.
Fangyuan went to see his old friend Qiao Weidong. Qian Wen begged Tong Wenjie to let him go and locked him in the bedroom.
After this incident, their family did not change much, but Yingzi's family changed a lot.
The two became three, and Yingzi smiled even more.
There are more entanglements between Song Qian and Qiao Weidong.
Slowly, Song Qian subconsciously accepted Qiao Weidong dangling in front of her eyes.
Qian Wen went to Yingzi's house several times and saw Qiao Weidong's proud expression.
After that day, Qiao Yingzi's strange expression never appeared again.
He and Wang Yidi are doing things as usual, they spend time together, and their confidentiality work is pretty good.
Lin Lei'er came back from the winter camp. She can only be said to be a top student. She didn't hold anything back and successfully obtained the qualification for independent enrollment.
This made Tong Wenjie extremely happy.
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.
"Fanfan, Lei'er, it's time to post the Spring Festival couplets, hurry up."
The door of the house was open, holding festive Spring Festival couplets in hand, and Fangyuan shouted into the house.
"Here we come, uncle~" Lin Lei'er ran out of the bathroom.
"You guys can post it, I am a disabled person..."
Qian Wen walked out of the bedroom, but before he finished speaking, Tong Wenjie, who was passing by, handed him a bowl filled with thick homemade paste.
"I am a disabled person..."
"The disabled also posted Spring Festival couplets for me." Tong Wenjie glanced at him.
"Cousin, did aunt find that you are already well?" Lei'er came over.
"What's better? Who said that? My hand still hurts!" Qian Wen denied.
"Yesterday, I saw you, cousin, eating with your right hand." Lin Leier said in a low voice.
"Where did you see that?"
"balcony."
Qian Wen, "..."
He was so careless, how could he be discovered? He hasn't had enough clothes to stretch out his hands and food to open his mouth. It was so comfortable.
Qian Wen glanced at Tong Wenjie, turned his head and asked softly, "Did the boss see it too?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That's not true." Lin Leier said.
Qian Wen patted his chest. It's good that he didn't see it. It can be delayed for one day.
"But my uncle saw it."
Qian Wen choked suddenly and said angrily, "Do you have a free day?" Then he walked towards the door with the bowl in hand.
Lin Leier scratched her head and muttered, "Is the snail noodles you ate good? My uncle and I thought the bathroom smelled bad."
Qian Wen's rice dumpling hand has been removed, and now his right hand is wrapped in a thin gauze, which is basically healed.
The family gathered at the door, Fang Yuan and Lei'er holding couplets and gesturing at the door.
"Mom, why do we need to mobilize so many people? My dad and Lei'er can do it, right?" Qian Wen said to Tong Wenjie beside him.
"Lei'er is celebrating the Spring Festival with us for the first time. You should be a good cousin to me and let him miss your aunt less." Tong Wenjie whispered.
"clear."
"Fanfan, can you see if it's crooked or not?"
"Click left."
"alright."
Use the small brush in your hand to swipe and paste the Spring Festival couplets.
The word "Dafu" falls upside down.
Good luck!
"Creak~"
Not far away, the door of Wang Yidi's house opened.
Wang Yidi, Wang Yidi's mother Wang Qing, and Wang Yidi's father Wang Dazhu came out of the house, also holding Spring Festival couplets in their hands.
Qian Wen has met Wang Yidi's father many times. He is a very burly man, tall, and the CEO of a listed company. He speaks politely.
"Wenjie, you are also posting Spring Festival couplets." Wang Qing said with a smile.
Tong Wenjie responded with a smile, while Wang Yidi and Qian Wen raised their eyebrows with smiles in their eyes.
"Do you use tape?" Tong Wenjie asked when she saw the wide tape in Wang Yidi's hand.
"That's right, we have always used tape, and it couldn't stick to anything else, so it fell off within a few days." Wang Qing said.
"Use our homemade paste, we made it ourselves and it won't fall off easily.
Fanfan, go over and help." Tong Wenjie said.
Qian Wen carried the bowl over, and Wang Yidi took out a White Rabbit toffee from his pocket and waved it in front of him.
"Want to eat?"
Qian Wen waved his injured hand.
Wang Yidi glanced at his parents, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed the milky-white candy into his hands.
Qian Wen smiled and stuffed it into his mouth. They were in a minefield now, so they had better stay calm.
Wang Qing glanced at her daughter but didn't say anything. She knew that her precious daughter had a crush on the boy from the Fang family, but she hadn't noticed any signs yet. Moreover, the boy from the Fang family was good at studying and comfortable to look at. If he was admitted to Shuimu or Imperial University...
...is a good match.
After putting Spring couplets on Wang Yidi's house, Tong Wenjie asked him and Lei'er to go to Yingzi's house to see if they could help.
Wang Yidi didn't follow him, so he touched his palm with his little hand and went home with his parents.
Arrived on the fourth floor.
At the door of Yingzi's house, Qian Wen saw that they were still old Spring Festival couplets.
Knock on the door gently.
"Dong dong dong~ Yingzi opens the door and the community sends warmth."
After a while, the door opened, and Yingzi dressed in red clothes appeared.
“What community is warm?”
Qiao Yingzi turned aside to let him and Lei'er enter the house.
Qian Wen waved a small bowl of paste in front of Qiao Yingzi and said, "Post Spring couplets for free."
"It's warm enough. I'm planning to put up Spring Festival couplets." Qiao Yingzi said, and poked the paste in his hand with her finger.
"Don't play with this thing, it stinks very much." Qian Wen patted Yingzi's hand with his right hand and moved the bowl away from her.
Qiao Yingzi had long known that his hand was fine. After all, in order to thank him, Song Qian asked Yingzi to serve him various pig's trotter soup for one meal a day. Yingzi was the person who knew his condition best, and Qian Wen now heard that pig's trotter soup
I shuddered and got tired of eating.
At this time, the discord between Song Qian and Qiao Weidong came from the living room.
"Qiao Weidong, what are you doing again?"
"There's nothing to do. It's just that the sun is too dazzling and I'm already tanned. I want you to help me move."
"You can't just let me rest for a while, I haven't posted the Spring Festival couplets yet."
"That's good. I'll help you get your things."
"Just sit still, it's just you..."
Listening to the sound coming from the living room, Qian Wen touched Yingzi with his elbow and asked, "What's going on?"
"My dad is always restless. My mom gets annoyed every time he makes a request. This has almost become my daily routine." Qiao Yingzi shrugged helplessly.
Qian Wen smiled, it seemed quite lively.
"But I quite like it. At least I have some popularity in my family. It's not like my mother and I used to stare at each other, either studying or talking about studying." Qiao Yingzi said with a smile.
Qian and Wen walked into the living room.
In front of the glass in the living room, under the sunlight, there was a recliner, and Qiao Weidong was being helped by Song Qian from above to sit on the wheelchair next to him.
"Uncle Qiao, can you help me?" Qian Wen asked with a smile.
"No, no, Uncle Qiao is pressing on you." Qiao Weidong hurriedly refused.
"It's heavy, just like a pig." Song Qian rolled her eyes when she heard the sound.
"That's because you raised him well." Qiao Weidongtian said shamelessly.
"Hmph~" Song Qian snorted coldly. She was used to it, after all, she couldn't drive him away.
"Why is it like flirting?" Lin Lei'er looked at Qiao Weidong, then at Song Qian, and touched her nose.
Hearing the sound, Qian Wen looked at Yingzi, "Is this progress so fast?"
"It's okay." Qiao Yingzi smiled sweetly.
She likes the current atmosphere at home very much.
"Fanfan, how is your hand?" Song Qian helped Qiao Weidong sit in the wheelchair and turned around to ask.
"It still hurts a little, but it's nothing serious." Qian Wen said.
"Just in time, I just made eight-treasure pig's trotter soup, please ask Yingzi to serve it to you."
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