Xiao He stood still, but saw a silver bread speeding past Wen Yan's side, the speed of the car was not very fast, so he could clearly see the rearview mirror of the van rubbing Wen Yan's shoulder.

Wen Yan was caught off guard, was knocked to the ground, instinctively clutched his shoulders, his brows furrowed in pain, his face turned pale, and his delicate face was distorted.

Although Xiao He on the side was not injured, his face seemed to be even uglier than her.

He clenched his fists, cold sweat running down his forehead, his body trembling involuntarily, gasping for air as if he was about to suffocate.

Wen Yan looked up and saw his face, startled, endured the pain, and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Xiao He?"

The ankle was probably twisted, and bursts of sharp pain hit, but she couldn't care about it, moved to his side on crutches, and slapped his face with her uninjured hand: "Xiao He, Xiao He, look at me!"

After a while, Xiao He came back to his senses, his eyes gradually gathered, and his obsidian-like eyes were dyed with a layer of mist, which fell on the face of the person in front of him.

"You, are you alright?" he breathed a sigh of relief after nervously looking at her face and head to see that there was no blood, "Where is the injury?"

Seeing that he came back to his senses, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief. I was relieved, and my shoulders and ankles began to hurt again.

She pulled the clothes off her shoulders and saw that her shoulders were bruised, red and swollen, she tried to move, but it was okay, she could still move, there should be no fractures.

"Let's go to the hospital. Xiao He spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"I don't want to go to the hospital," Wen Yan frowned, "Do you have iodophor or anything at home?"

Xiao He frowned: "Yes, but, your injury ......"

"I don't want to go to the hospital. Wen Yan emphasized again.

"When are you still going to be willful!" Xiao He was obviously displeased, but considering that she was injured because of himself, he still couldn't leave her alone.

Wen Yan lowered her eyelids slightly, her eyes were gloomy: "I don't want to go to the hospital......"

Xiao He: "......"

Fifteen minutes later.

Wen Yan sat on the gray sofa, looking at the man in front of her with a dark face, holding a cotton swab stained in iodophor to help her wipe the wound on her shoulder.

The man's expression was serious and focused, his back was to the light source, and most of his face was hidden in the light, showing his deep eyebrows and eyes, and his nose bones were straight.

Wen Yan looked at him unscrupulously, his gaze was like a paintbrush, outlining his distinct outline.

Her gaze was too direct and too hot, he had already noticed it, but he ignored it and went straight to what he was doing.

It wasn't until the gauze was applied that he withdrew his hand, raised his eyes, and just wanted to speak.

A shadow struck suddenly, and then, a soft, warm touch came over his lips.

He was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, pushing Wen Yan's uninjured shoulder to push the person away, frowning, and his sharp gaze fell on her face.

Wen Yan suddenly raised his hand and put his index finger on his lips: "Shh, I know what you want to say, and you want to ask me what it is, right?"

The soft fingertips fell on his lips, and the force was almost negligible, but he really didn't speak, just looked at her with a heavy gaze.

"I told you the answer," Wen Yan blinked her bright eyes, like a coquettish and a trick, but her tone was unusually firm, "I want you." ”

Xiao He frowned silently, but Wen Yan continued: "I like you as my business, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

She knew that this was a bit shameless, he had a fiancée, and it would be understandable if she just liked him in her heart, but she knew what she wanted. This may sound like sophistry, but it can be very useful for men.

In fact, both men and women have vanity to some extent, and when they are liked, their vanity is more or less satisfied, not to mention, they are confessed to their faces like this.

Xiao He's expression was still indifferent, and his sharp black eyes looked at her directly, as if he was questioning the truth of her words.

Wen Yan showed a faint wry smile and sighed faintly, without explaining.

The silence at the right time is even more unpredictable.

The silence didn't last long, and her phone rang suddenly.

"Xiao Yue, what's the matter?" asked Wen Yan.

"Sister, why haven't you come home yet?, are you working overtime?" Wen Yue's crisp voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ah," Wen Yan hesitated, and said busily, "Yes, I have a temporary task, and I went on a business trip for a week, and I forgot to tell you." ”

"Oh, then I'll go to bed first, don't be too late. Wen Yue said.

Wen Yan responded and hung up the phone.

"Mr. Xiao, I have a small request," Wen Yan winked at Xiao He, her beautiful eyes were crooked, and her smile was sly, "My sister is not in good health, if she knows that I am injured, she will be very worried." So, can I borrow it from you for a week?"