The doctor held up Qiao Yingying's foot, the originally white and slender ankle was already obviously red and swollen, he pressed lightly with his fingers in several places, Qiao Yingying was tearful in pain, and his hand unconsciously grabbed Guan Mufeng's arm next to him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Guan Mufeng's expression froze, and there seemed to be patience in his eyes.

"It's just a slight sprain, it's not a big deal, just use some activating oil, don't exercise vigorously these days, walk less. After the doctor finished the examination, he put down Qiao Yingying's feet and took the medicine from the medicine box as he spoke.

Qiao Yingying put down her skirt and endured the pain and said, "Doctor, please show my husband, are there any injuries?"

Guan Mufeng was slightly stunned, turned his head to look at her, and a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes.

The doctor was also stunned, then looked at Guan Mufeng, and asked tentatively, "That... Mr. Guan will also check it?"

Seeing Guan Mufeng nodding, he approached him and carefully kneaded his hands and feet.

When he pinched his right wrist, Guan Mufeng frowned obviously.

The doctor immediately examined it carefully, and only after a while did he say, "The ligament is moderately strained." ”

"What should I do then, is it serious?" Qiao Yingying said urgently.

"It's okay, the dressing is fixed, and it should be fine in a week or two. ”

Then the doctor treated the wounds on Qiao Yingying and He Feng, checked Wu Xiaomei in a coma, and left a bunch of doctor's orders before leaving.

"Sir, your hand..."Qiao Yingying saw that Guan Mufeng was about to carry herself upstairs again, and suddenly became anxious and shrank back.

Guan Mufeng glanced at his bandaged wrist, suddenly turned his back and squatted down.

"Come up. His voice was low, still in a tone that could not be refused.

Qiao Yingying looked at his broad and solid back, thinking of the tall back that had always been in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a sour nose, and the little pimple that had always existed in her heart finally dissipated without a trace, and she gently fell down.

The little soft man climbed onto his back, Guan Mufeng saw a pair of thin white hands stretched out in front of him, and there were bursts of soft and warm touch from the place where the skin was close to each other, and his facial features, which had always been cold and resolute, suddenly softened, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Such a timid and weak little girl can learn from men to fight?

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl, the stars in his eyes were dotted, and his already delicate facial features were instantly lit up, and his demeanor was even greater.

His steps were very steady, Qiao Yingying lay on top of him, only feeling relieved, and unconsciously began to look at Yingting's face in front of him, which was only an inch away.

Thick and sharp eyebrows, long eyelashes, inky eyes, high nose bridge, slightly pursed thin lips, and resolute jawline. Qiao Yingying remembered that there was such a description in the novel she had read before, and she couldn't help but think: Sir... What a beautiful man!

Her breath brought a chilling warm breath, and Guan Mufeng's ears were almost invisibly red.

He stopped and turned his face slightly.

Qiao Yingying was also looking at him.

Her clear eyes were full of awe, gratitude, curiosity and admiration, like a clear spring, Guan Mufeng could read it at a glance.

And between his calm and almost indifferent eyebrows, Qiao Yingying caught a deep smile very rarely, and immediately blushed and lowered her eyes.

Her fan-like eyelashes fluttered gently, her watery eyes seemed to be disgusted and happy, Guan Mufeng's eyes deepened, and a strong impulse surged in her heart. Immediately turning his face, he took a deep breath and stepped away again.

Behind him, He Feng was holding Wu Xiaomei, and when he saw this situation, he was stunned in place, and it took a long time to react and follow.

Guan Mufeng put Qiao Yingying on the bed and did not leave immediately, but sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her quietly.

Just when Qiao Yingying was at a loss for what to do and wanted to drill into the quilt, he finally opened his mouth.

"Are you afraid?"

Qiao Yingying was stunned for a moment, remembering the chaotic situation at that time, if Guan Mufeng had been one step late, she might have been...

Her face suddenly turned a little pale, her hands clutched the quilt tightly, and her eyes were full of fear and fear.

"I'm afraid—" Her head twitched, her voice trembling slightly.

"Do you still know that you are afraid, acting so recklessly, what should you do if something really happens?!" Guan Mufeng's tone was extremely stern.

As long as he usually has a face, Qiao Yingying can't help but be nervous and panicked. Listening to his angry tone at this moment, her heart was like pressing down a mountain, she couldn't breathe, and tears were immediately squeezed out.

She didn't even dare to wipe her tears, she sat obediently like a child, forced her crying, sobbed and said, "I... I was wrong... Later... Again... Don't dare anymore..."

Guan Mufeng saw that her little face was full of tears, her expression was terrified and self-reproachful, and she couldn't say anything more about reprimanding.

"Don't do that anymore. He softened his voice.

Qiao Yingying nodded again and again, looked at him with big black eyes, and seriously promised: "I will never fight again in the future!"

She looked very well-behaved, and she had long lost the ruthlessness that she had when she beat someone in the box, Guan Mufeng couldn't help laughing: "Even if you want to fight, you have to shout a few more people." ”

Qiao Yingying saw him smile for the first time, like a brilliant fireworks blooming in the night, dazzling.

After being stunned for a while, she nodded blankly: "Well, shout a few more people in the next fight." ”

This time, Guan Mufeng was stunned, and then the curvature of the corners of his mouth increased irrepressibly, and he reached out and touched Qiao Yingying's head, and his tone was unusually gentle: "Have a good rest." Something called me. ”

Qiao Yingying nodded, watching Guan Mufeng's figure go out of the room, with a sweet smile on her little face.