26. Uncle is weak and can't help but be easily knocked down 1

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"What bastard walks without using his eyes!" Ye Zhixia rubbed her aching forehead and glared at the oncoming man very annoyed, but at first glance, she was still slightly stunned.

The man opposite was less than a meter away from her, tall and long. I saw that he had a pair of heavy black-framed glasses on his face, he couldn't see his facial features clearly, and he was wearing a decent white shirt and black trousers. She yelled so loudly just now, she wouldn't scare people, would she?

"That ......" Ye Zhixia scratched her short hair a little embarrassed, kicked the ground with her red canvas shoes, and continued, "Uncle, are you okay?" ”

Uncle?

It was the first time that Yin Mochen had been called so old, and the wound that had just been treated by Qiao Shao'an was not lightly hit, so his face tightened his brows. But when he saw the appearance of the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

It's her? He broke into her house by mistake last night, and he didn't expect to meet again so soon. Feng Mu narrowed, he looked at the girl in front of him in school uniform, neat and refreshing short hair, a small face with a big palm, and beautiful facial features.

He hooked the corners of his lips and asked in a gentle tone, "Didn't hurt you?" His voice was already low and magnetic, and with a bit of deliberate intonation, it was particularly comfortable to listen to.

"I'm fine." Ye Zhixia waved her hand with a big grin, and was about to look up but accidentally glanced at his left palm, a dark red liquid dripped down his fingertips, and her face suddenly changed, "Ah, uncle, you bleed!" ”

Qiao Shao'an had just helped him treat his wound, and if he knew that his wound had cracked open before he left the hospital, I am afraid that he would have to be verbose again.

"No wonder it hurts a little, it turns out that the wound has burst open." He smiled disappreciatively, turned around and prepared to leave.

The wound burst open? Is it that serious?

Hearing this, Ye Zhixia was almost petrified on the spot, this uncle is too delicate, he just bumped him lightly, and he can actually see red?

"Shall I ask the hospital to help you take a look?" She looked nervously at his left arm, she had to stop the bleeding quickly, what if it was useless and she was held responsible?

"The doctor's office is over there, can you help me over?"

Yin Mochen smiled faintly and asked her in a consultative tone. With a little helpless look in her gentle eyes, how could she be embarrassed to refuse?

Ye Zhixia had no choice but to step forward to help him, and the two walked towards Qiao Shao'an's office. Ye Zhixia's height of 1.65 meters is not short, but walking with him only reaches his shoulders. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on their backs through the windows of the hallway, and the two of them were coated in a faint halo of light. The two backs walking side by side look so harmonious.

In a doctor's office, Qiao Shao'an, who was wearing a white coat, couldn't help but stare at the girl standing at the door while cleaning his wound with a cotton pad: "Mo Chen, where did you get that sister?" The little one looks very good! ”

"Don't beat her ideas, and also, don't talk nonsense in front of her!" Yin Mochen whispered a warning to the person behind him, and the corner of his eye swept over a certain girl who was standing at the door like a wrong elementary school student, beckoned her uninjured right hand, and said cordially and gently, "Don't stand outside, come in and sit." ”