A week later, when Yan Xixi got up in the morning and washed her face, she was surprised to find that all the small wounds after removing the gauze had completely healed, and her skin was tender and smooth, as if it were new.
There was a knock on the door, and it was Dr. Liu.
She was very happy and pointed to her forehead: "Doctor Liu, look, my injuries are all healed. Thank you."
Dr. Liu smiled, and suddenly saw her face clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
When she came here every day, her face was always covered with lotion and a small band-aid, making her face blurry. But now she has taken off all the restraints, her face is washed clean, and her black hair is so neat.
Hanging down the back, wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, it looks like a hibiscus in clear water.
Eyes as picturesque, skin as creamy—this was the first time I saw the real-life versions of these idioms.
He secretly praised her, this girl is so pretty. No wonder the third young master spent countless energy and devoted himself to taking care of her.
"Where's your waist? Does your waist still hurt?"
She pressed her ribs and said, "It doesn't hurt much anymore."
"That's good. Just don't do any strenuous exercise within a month. It's not a big deal if you go for a run or something. Now that your injury is healed, I don't have to come every day. Just take good care of yourself. If anything happens, I'll call you.
Call me."
Yan Xixi felt grateful: "Thank you."
"You are welcome."
"By the way, please Dr. Liu and thank that friend on my behalf. I'm so grateful."
Dr. Liu smiled and agreed.
She suddenly asked: "Dr. Liu, that friend of mine...how is he? Well, I mean, what kind of person is he?"
Dr. Liu laughed: "That friend of yours is an enthusiastic person."
Yan Xixi wanted to ask again, but she felt it was impolite. It was unreasonable for the big man to help her like this, and she also inquired about his secret behind his back - so, even though she was extremely curious, she didn't want to continue asking.
Yan Xixi sent him out, and when she came back, she immediately sent a message to the foot-picking man: "I'm fine, foot-picking man. Thank you so much. Hehe, do you want to see a photo of me now?"
"Haha, send it quickly."
She rolled her eyes and said, "Young man, when I sent you messages before, you always took a long time to reply. Why do you reply so quickly now?"
nonsense!
Who was willing to deal with you before?
Do you think I want to be a male mistress?
Don’t you look pitiful now? Besides, you used to be Huang Xiaojue’s girlfriend, but now, hehehe. Wang Donglin laughed, “Don’t I sympathize with you? If I keep ignoring you, wouldn’t you be even more pitiful?
Just like a puppy in distress, I occasionally have an outburst of kindness."
"Bah. I'm fine. I eat well, sleep well, and live in a five-star hotel. Who can feel sorry for me?"
"Isn't it pitiful? Who came to me crying in the middle of the night? Wuwuwuwu...wuwuwu...more pitiful than a stray dog..."
Yan Xixi remembered that this was indeed the case. Why did she cry in front of him at that time? And she cried so fiercely.
She blushed, but fortunately he couldn't see it at all.
"Hey, foot-picking man, are you just sympathizing with me? What a pity."
"What are you sorry for?"
"Humph, I always thought you had a crush on me."
"Haha, miss, are you kidding me? I have a secret crush on you?? I think you are gradually starting to have a crush on me."
"Bah. I will never have a crush on you in my life."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who knows. Women always have to listen to what they say."
