There aren't many dedicated stand-ins like me.

In fact, the actual situation is not as Fu Ran said, his right calf was scratched by the gravel caught in the mud, and the rescuers who rushed to dig him out found that there was a lot of blood, mixed with mud, and he was in a panic Unbearable.

Mr. Han frowned into a Sichuan character, "Send him to the hospital as soon as possible."

The rescuer replied, "Of course, you guys should get out of here. There was heavy rain just two days ago, and landslides are prone to occur."

Just like that, a group of people got into the car of the rescue team and returned to the hotel. Mr. Han washed up, changed his clothes and went to the hospital to visit Fu Ran.

Fu Ran's face was pale, with gauze wrapped around his right calf, and he was counting his drips boredly.

"234, 235, 236..."

Mr. Han happened to hear it, he was silent for a few seconds, and put aside the fruit that Assistant Liu bought, "You can watch TV or use your phone."

"It's boring." Fu Ran sat up, "Isn't Mr. Han busy?"

"not busy."

"Oh."

Fu Ran couldn't find anything to say for a while, and Mr. Han didn't intend to speak. The two looked at each other speechlessly, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Fu Ran thought that this opportunity to please the donor's father should not be easily let go, he said: "Mr. Han must pay attention to safety next time, this time is our good luck."

"It's you who should pay attention." Mr. Han looked down.

"Then let's all be safe."

Mr. Han sat down beside the bed, "What did the doctor say."

Fu Ran replied truthfully: "No bone was injured, it's just that the blood bleeds a little too much, just rest for a few days and it will be fine."

"You can choose to stay in the hotel to recuperate or fly back."

Furan made a choice without thinking, "I'll stay in the hotel."

Injury can't stop his enthusiasm for serving the benefactor's father!

"Well, tell Assistant Liu what you want."

"Oke Oke, I kind of want to eat hot pot right now."

"..."

Fu Ran laughed, "I'm just kidding."

Mr. Han took another look at him and said nothing.

Mr. Han stayed in the ward for about four or ten minutes before leaving. Fu Ran looked at Mr. Han's back and thought that the patron's father was also patient and stayed with him for such a long time.

Fu Ran stayed in the hospital for one night, and went back to the hotel the next day. Mr. Han had a lot to do every day, and he rarely saw Mr. Han when he was "not busy". He didn't see Mr. Han until the evening of the third day.

Mr. Han smelled of alcohol, but his eyes were clear, his face was expressionless as always, his shirt was always buttoned to the top, his suit jacket was always neat and clean, and he was gentle and abstinent.

Fu Ran has just taken a shower, exuding the fragrance of shower gel from head to toe. He doesn't live in the same room as Mr. Han, but he has the cheek to come to the door.

"Do you want me to have someone prepare hangover soup for you?" Fu Ran stood at the door and looked up at Mr. Han. The collar of his pajamas was very low, and the other party could see the collarbone and chest as long as he lowered his head.

Mr. Han pulled him in.

"Is your leg okay?" Mr. Han asked Fu Ran in a hoarse voice as he pushed Fu Ran against the wall.

"The gauze was removed today, and it just scabbed, so it's healed." Fu Ran reached out to hook Mr. Han's neck, and stood on tiptoe.

The father of the gold master is very talented and good at work. He is handsome and rich and doesn't talk much. It is really wonderful to sleep with this kind of man, so he took the initiative to come over and ask for love. Fortunately, the father of the gold master did not look disgusted Pushed him away, and then cursed, "Why are you so coquettish, you are no match for Qu Shaozheng".

All night long, Fu Ran was like a flat boat in the river, the waves were surging, he was passively heaving and swaying.