Slag Gong, why doesn't he abuse me?

Huo Qiao walked out of the door with Yin Linchu in his arms, pressed a certain button on the communicator, and was quickly connected: "Are you leaving?"

"I haven't gone far, I'm coming back now."

The person on the communicator responded quickly.

"Well, please excuse me."

"Whoever we are with, we'll be there soon."

The person on the other side of the communicator was familiar with Huo Qiao to a certain extent, and Yin Linchu felt that Huo Qiao would agree to any request he made.

Huo Qiao hugged Yin Linchu and walked downstairs without blushing or panting, and he couldn't tell from the sound of his voice that he was doing "manual work".

Pulling his attention back from the short and effective communication to the posture of the two of them, Yin Linchu pulled Huo Qiao by the collar and told him to put himself down. It would be fine to just hang an arm.

Huo Qiao turned a deaf ear to his refusal, and gradually accelerated his pace, with a serious expression on his face, as if something serious had happened.

Yin Linchu simply closed his eyes and ignored it, whatever he wanted, as long as he came back.

The lights in the corridor were always on, and a servant heard the movement from Huo Qiao's room and came out to check, only to see the newly married young master holding someone, had already arrived downstairs, and walked out the door in a blink of an eye.

She walked to the young master's room suspiciously, but there was no one there, and young master Yin who just moved in today was gone.

There were signs that someone had slept on the bed, but I didn't know where the person had gone.

The servant looked elsewhere and was startled by the big hole in the wardrobe, and a bad guess jumped out of his mind.

The hard wood used by Mrs. Huo personally selected for the wardrobe wood is durable and not easy to damage, and it is said to have the effect of preventing insects.

The cabinet door is solid, and ordinary people can't break it without strength.

Such a large and irregular hole was obviously destroyed by human violence. The servant didn't think about the young master who just lived in the Yin family at all. There was only one thought in her mind:

Young Master, he ran away in the middle of the wedding, and even came back in the middle of the night to beat him up and take him away!

This matter was no small matter, the servant hurried all the way to the door of Mrs. Huo's room and knocked on the door.

The servant reported what she saw to Mrs. Huo who woke up and opened the door. The door of the next room opened quietly, and Huo Yao listened to the sound outside.

She couldn't sleep because of what happened at the wedding today. If she couldn't hear the loud noise just now, it must be because of her ear problem.

Her curiosity is like a bean sprout that has been sprinkled with water, and it can't be suppressed.

After listening to Mrs. Huo, she didn't frown: "Don't talk about this tonight, go and rest."

After the hostess said so, the servant could only suppress his inquisitive heart and return to his room resentfully.

Mrs. Huo glanced at the door next door: "Huo Yao, don't you need to get up early tomorrow, are you still asleep?"

Huo Yao, whose full name was called, panicked for a while, and closed the door obediently.

If you can control your body, can you control what you think in your heart?

Huo Yao spent the whole night thinking about what happened to those two people. Although my brother was good at fighting, he didn't have any reason to hit people casually, so he couldn't really do it, right?

The car at the door seemed to be used exclusively by the army. Yin Linchu, who was carried into the car, felt calm when he came, and calmly faced the prying eyes reflected in the rearview mirror.

The person in the driver's seat looked familiar. He was still in uniform, and he didn't seem to be attending the wedding today.

Yin Linchu quickly searched for a scene in his mind that could match this face. On the day Huo Qiao went to Yin's house to look for him, this person was also waiting at the door.

"Kang Xu, please take us to the hospital."

Huo Qiao said to the man.

The "Chen Kangxu" who sent Huo Qiao a text message, Yin Linchu finally matched his name with his face.

These two have a good relationship.

It's a pity that the subtitles didn't move, so Yin Linchu had no chance to take advantage of it, and he couldn't help feeling sorry.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor on night shift was a middle-aged man who was a little bit bald. He was silent for a while looking at Yin Linchu's legs, and the hands of the wall clock on the wall "clicked, clicked".

"How's the situation?" Huo Qiao was a little nervous.

The doctor let out a huff, and spoke hesitantly: "The situation is not easy to describe..."

Huo Qiao stood up: "Seriously?"

The doctor was sweating a little on his bald head, but his words were still ambiguous: "The injury must be an injury. The situation, of course, can be big or small."

Yin Linchu didn't want to stay here, he felt as if he had been kidnapped by Huo Qiao, and the doctor was his accomplice in delaying time: "Can't you just speak up if you have something to say?"

It's not that the doctor doesn't want to say, isn't he still clear?Being able to rush in in a hurry at three or four in the morning must have taken a certain amount of attention. Even if it was only a small sprain after the inspection, it would not be satisfactory to say it.

There may also be suspicion from the other party: Have you checked carefully?Are you a doctor or not?

It's like fearing that others will be mildly ill, and I will not be able to fully glow and heat.

"His ankle is slightly sprained."

The doctor took it easy, "But don't think it's a small problem, the sprain can lead to serious consequences if it doesn't heal for a long time.

Don't overuse this leg recently, and don't use too much force. It will be fine after a few days of rest. "

Huo Qiao listened carefully to the doctor's words, thought for a moment and told Yin Linchu to wait a moment.

He got up and went out, and came back pushing a wheelchair.

Yin Linchu had a bad feeling in his heart, and immediately said, "I don't want to use a wheelchair."

Huo Qiao said in an undeniable tone: "Don't be willful.

The doctor said you can't use too much force, you must listen to me on this matter. "

"Masochism +2, 34/100."

Yin Linchu sat in the wheelchair and began to think about how this place became a bonus point.

Huo Qiao was too serious just now, and his tone must not be good.

In other words, Huo Qiao could also get extra points.

But Yin Linchu didn't dare to try it lightly, and points would be deducted for a wrong operation.

The current situation is not suitable for reckless aggressiveness, and the score is not yet ready to be squandered, so wait and see for a while.

"Lin Chu, I want to explain what happened to Xiao Yijin today."

After walking out of the hospital, Huo Qiao knelt down beside the wheelchair and said, "I have a reason to go."

Yin Linchu expressed understanding: "I know, it's because of love."

Huo Qiao: "...it's very complicated, I can't explain it clearly to you."

"Yes, this is love, and I can't explain it clearly."

Yin Linchu almost sang.

Huo Qiao smiled helplessly: "Forget it, let's talk when there is a suitable time.

It's too late today, I'll take you back early to rest. "

Yin Linchu discussed with him: "Is it enough to sit in a wheelchair once in a while?"

"No."

Huo Qiao's tone hardened, "Don't let me see you stand up."

"Masochism +2, 36/100."

Yin Linchu now feels that sitting in a wheelchair is something that can make people happy.

Early the next morning, Huo Yao got up with a pair of dark circles under her eyes. She was sleepy but didn't understand it, and she didn't sleep well in the end.

Since my grandpa moved to the suburbs to recuperate, it seemed too empty to eat in the big restaurant, so I used a separate room as a small restaurant for Mrs. Huo and her two children.

There is a fourth person's breakfast on the dining table, and I want to know whose it is, but I don't know if he will come.

Fried eggs and toast were prepared in the kitchen. Huo Yao had just spread jam on the bread when he heard the sound of wheels rolling on the floor from afar, and then saw Yin Linchu coming to the dining room by himself in a wheelchair.

She widened her eyes: No way, are the wheelchairs already in place?

Yin Linchu nodded and said good morning, and parked the wheelchair by the dining table.

He took a sip of the fried egg and it seemed a little watery. He raised his eyes to look for the seasoning bottle on the table, and when he reached for it, the other hand took the seasoning bottle into his hand faster than him.

Huo Yao didn't need salt, but he subconsciously didn't want him to get what he wanted, and his actions were faster than his brain.

She shook it symbolically twice, and put the bottle beside her, just out of Yin Linchu's reach.

Yin Linchu glanced at Huo Yao inexplicably, stood up from the wheelchair, reached for the bottle of salt, sprinkled it on the fried egg, and then put it back in place.

Cut off a small piece of fried egg, put it in your mouth, chew it twice and swallow it.

Yin Linchu smiled kindly, and looked at Huo Yao who was stunned: "Don't tell your brother what happened just now, it's our little secret, okay?"

Well there is a ghost! Is this some kind of medical miracle?Can a bottle of salt make his legs heal?

Huo Yao didn't expect this person to be so shameless, he wanted to use the trick of pretending to be disabled and selling misery to win his brother's sympathy and keep him!

There was a light of justice in her eyes, and when she saw Huo Qiao walking towards her, she was so excited that she couldn't control herself: "Brother! I saw him stand up, his legs are fine at all!"

Yin Linchu's hand, which had nowhere to rest, waved slightly, but it didn't stop Huo Yao from yelling that sentence.

Huo Qiao's eyes fell on Yin Linchu's face, and Yin Linchu looked at him with the most sincere eyes: "Huo Qiao, don't you still trust me?"

Huo Qiao asked Huo Yao: "Did he really stand up just now?"

The more flustered Yin Linchu was, the more Huo Yao felt a sense of righteousness filling his whole body: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, he is pretending to be sick!"

What a pig teammate.

Yin Linchu had no choice but to tell the truth: "I want to take salt, but I can't reach it sitting down, so I have to stand up."

See, he admits.

Huo Yao was feeling proud when he saw his brother staring at him: "Why don't you help him?"

"Um?"

Huo Yao felt that she might be hallucinating, so she helped expose the lie, why did her brother blame her instead?

Huo Qiao said coldly: "Lin Chu's foot is sprained, so it's not advisable to use it too much. You don't help him when you see him inconvenient. Why are you so unkind?"

"..." Even Yin Linchu felt that this sentence was a bit strange.

Why is this line so familiar?The miserable heroine next door is often criticized like this.

Yin Linchu's eyes showed longing, how he wished that the person Huo Qiao scolded now was him.

Huo Yao blushed and turned pale, and shouted in her heart that the situation was not good, the situation was extremely unfavorable to her, and she had to do something.

Thinking about it, Huo Yao wrinkled her face, covered her forehead, and yelled: "Brother, brother! My brain hurts."

Sure enough, Huo Qiao frowned slightly, and asked, "Why, you mean your brain hurts?"

"Yes!" Huo Yao insisted.

Isn't it just selling miserably, she will too!

Huo Qiao approached, held Huo Yao's head with both hands, and looked at it carefully: "It shouldn't be, how can something that doesn't exist hurt?"

Huo Yao gritted his teeth and told himself to be strong.