Please be more reserved

As soon as Li Zhuo walked backstage, he bumped into Cheng Zhiyuan head-on.

The people whose front feet were still on the audience stand appeared here with their back feet, Li Zhuo almost thought he was hallucinating.

He asked in a daze, "Aren't you in the auditorium?"

Cheng Zhiyuan rushed over because he was worried about Li Zhuo's feet: "I'm worried about your feet."

Li Zhuo, who was about to walk back to the lounge, slowed down a bit, turned his head suspiciously, and met Cheng Zhiyuan's worried eyes, only then did he realize that he had heard correctly.

Cheng Zhiyuan was worried about him.

Li Zhuo's face was clear and cold, but his voice was a bit unreal: "The feet are fine."

Li Zhuo went back to the lounge, never thought that Cheng Zhiyuan would follow him all the way.

Cheng Zhiyuan grasped the doorknob of the lounge one step ahead of him, with his strong arms lying across his side, he dodged to the side.

Slightly hiding in Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes, he said in a calm voice, "I don't remember saying that."

An inexplicable sentence.

Li Zhuo was stunned: "What?"

"Li Zhuo." Cheng Zhiyuan paused, and said solemnly, "No matter what clothes look good on you."

Counting it as Li Zhuo questioning him last night, he hated his explanation: "I don't hate it."

With a tremor of his fingers hidden in his wide sleeves, Li Zhuo understood in an instant that Cheng Zhiyuan was explaining the conversation last night, and he knew it last night.

But for someone who pretended to be disconnected last night, this answer should come across as a bit of surprise and surprise.

Li Zhuo turned his face away, and lowered his head slightly so that Cheng Zhiyuan could not see his expression.

From this angle, Cheng Zhiyuan really couldn't see his expression, he only saw the row of thick eyelashes fluttering like a crow's feathers, which was as restless as his master's breath.

Not long after, Li Zhuo moved his lips, holding a kitten face: "Who wants you to like it."

The tone of the person in front of him was not so good, but Cheng Zhiyuan laughed instead: "Well, I want to like it."

Li Zhuo glared at him: "Don't say such misleading words."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "Okay."

The two entered the lounge, and Li Zhuo took off the pair of boots as soon as he entered, but he pulled his ankle, and he frowned in pain and took a deep breath.

After inhaling halfway, his feet were grabbed.

He watched Cheng Zhiyuan help him take off his shoes slowly without touching his ankles at all.

Then he took off his boots and socks, revealing his feet that resembled pig's trotters.

Li Zhuo: "."

I got used to the pain, so I didn't feel how painful it was. Only now I saw how serious the pain was.

He and Cheng Zhiyuan looked at each other, obviously seeing condemnation and helplessness in each other's eyes.

He said stiffly, "It doesn't hurt."

Cheng Zhiyuan laughed angrily: "How dare you be so skinny if it doesn't hurt? Do you have to break it to be happy?"

Hearing this, he was full of yin and yang.

Li Zhuo was angry, and his face collapsed: "It's my business to break up."

Well, stepping on the cat's tail again.

Cheng Zhiyuan began to smooth his hair, and his tone slowed down: "Follow me to the hospital, huh?"

Li Zhuo's hair exploded faster, smoother even faster, but his mouth was stubborn: "I don't want to go, just go back and get an ice compress and it will be fine."

Just when Cheng Zhiyuan was going to persuade people to go to the hospital again, and was about to do a roundabout battle, the door of the lounge opened, and as soon as Sister Li came in, she saw a certain pig's trotter on the sofa.

"Oh, my little ancestor."

"If you don't listen to me telling you not to participate in any catwalk show, look at this pig... with swollen feet."

Li Zhuo's head hurts a little, don't think he didn't hear the word "pig" from Sister Li, he knew that his feet were swollen like a pig's trotters, but he still felt a little disgusted when someone said it.

Sister Li came over and put on the airs of an elder: "Hurry up and follow me to the hospital."

Li Zhuo: "I'm really fine."

With a helper, Cheng Zhiyuan was emboldened: "Go to the hospital, it will heal quickly."

Li Zhuo: "..."

A good one.

Sister Li: "Don't forget, you still have to rely on your feet to make money."

It has to be said that Sister Li's words hit Li Zhuo's sore spot, and his feet are his lifeblood.

Li Zhuo compromised.

Cheng Zhiyuan recommended himself to send Li Zhuo to the hospital, and Cheng Xinxin and Li Li were handed over to Sister Li to send them home.

Just as Li Zhuo was about to refuse, he heard Cheng Zhiyuan say: "When the time comes, I need to carry you on my back, what if you leave Sister Li alone?"

Li Zhuo compromised again.

It was only when I got to the hospital that I remembered, didn't he still have a driver?

The driver will not be able to carry him.

Everyone is in the hospital, so he can't bother the driver anymore.

Cheng Zhiyuan thought that he didn't want to have any contact with him.

When he arrived at the hospital, Cheng Zhiyuan wanted to recite Li Zhuo, but Li Zhuo was too stubborn, he didn't recite it, and watched him move into the hospital.

They caught up with the "last train" of the hospital in the afternoon, and they registered at the time when the orthopedic doctor got off work.

When I found a doctor in the orthopedic department, I went in without queuing.

The doctor asked them to take a film first.

After waiting half an hour for the film, I took the film and went back to the doctor. The doctor saw the film and slapped the table.

Thus, Li Zhuo and Cheng Zhiyuan who were present were shocked.

Before he could ask the doctor what was wrong, the doctor pointed to the film, then pointed to Li Zhuo's feet, hating iron for being weak.

"Little young people nowadays, don't act foolishly just because of your good health!"

This is an old doctor, about the same age as Cheng Zhiyuan's grandparents, he can't see the younger generation not taking care of their body.

Cheng Zhiyuan subconsciously thought of what happened to Li Zhuo's ankle, and his heart sank.

On the other hand, Li Zhuo stretched out his hand to pluck the broken hair on his forehead, thinking that he didn't even have a date, so why did he mess around.

While his mind was wandering, the doctor pointed to the picture on the film and said, "Look here, you almost broke your bone."

"When the time comes, I won't be able to walk, and it will be too late to cry."

Cheng Zhiyuan asked: "Is it serious?"

Li Zhuo didn't dare to think wildly anymore, the doctor's words could not be false, but he thought it was all right because he didn't feel much pain, if it really hurt his bones, it would be the end of his career.

Immediately straighten up.

The old doctor shook his face: "Fortunately, it didn't hurt the root. Putting on a plaster cast is a bit of a fuss, so I'll give you a bandage."

The words became serious: "Don't walk on the ground a week ago, and don't move your feet too much in half a month."

Li Zhuo: "..."

I thought I was going to be lame, but the old man was panting so much when he spoke, he was frightened to death.

Standing behind him, Cheng Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief silently.

While Li Zhuo was wearing bandages, Cheng Zhiyuan went downstairs to pay the bill, and took some medicines that hurt muscles and bones according to the doctor's orders.

When he came back, the old doctor had already left from get off work, leaving Li Zhuo alone on the hospital bed.

Li Zhuo was sitting on the hospital bed, his two legs were hanging on the edge of the bed, one foot was wearing shoes, the other was bare and bandaged, exposed to the air.

After realizing that Cheng Zhiyuan had returned, he pursed his lips with a slightly awkward expression: "That..."

Cheng Zhiyuan went over: "Huh?"

Li Zhuo didn't look at him, but stared at his feet: "Maybe I have to trouble you to carry me."

Li Zhuo often treats him with a kind of politeness, more from his own habit, he is extremely reserved towards others.

He felt that Li Zhuo could be casual and ask him directly.

If people think too much, it is easy to live too tired.

He carried the medicine bag and squatted with his back facing the hospital bed, exposing his back to Li Zhuo's sight, with both hands behind his back.

"Come up."

He added: "I came with you just to carry you on my back."

"Just step on my back."

Li Zhuo: "..."

He couldn't help laughing, and subconsciously touched Cheng Zhiyuan's back with the tip of his bandaged toe.

Cheng Zhiyuan's back felt a little itchy when he touched it.

"Then I'm coming up. If it's serious, you can say it."

Cheng Zhiyuan said "um", thinking that this was not the first time he had recited it, and Li Zhuo's weight could be ignored at all.

Thinking about it, Li Zhuo's modeling career was too late.

Can't eat, too thin.

Will you be malnourished?

The weight on his back brought him back to his senses.

Cheng Zhiyuan left the hospital with Li Zhuo on his back, carried him to the parking lot and placed him carefully on the co-pilot, with one hand resting on the back of the seat.

It was already dinner time, Cheng Zhiyuan asked: "Do you want to go back after dinner?"

Li Zhuo didn't even think about it: "Yes."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "What do you want to eat?"

Thinking that Li Zhuo would at most say the names of some fat-reducing meals, Li Zhuo thought about it, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Hot pot, barbecue, roast duck, fried chicken, braised pork, hairy crab..."

Cheng Zhiyuan said it as if he was chanting scriptures, but thinking about the dishes that Li Zhuo was eating, Li Zhuo couldn't eat them, and felt a little bit sorry for him.

Before he said anything, Li Zhuo refuted himself: "Forget it, just think about it, let's go buy a diet."

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't agree, nor refused, and closed the car door for him.

Sit back in the driver's seat and drive away.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Li Zhuo thought he was going to take him somewhere to eat a fat-reducing meal.

The car drove for nearly 15 minutes and stopped in a parking space in front of a pig's trotter shop.

Li Zhuo looked at the three words "Pig Trotter Immortal", with question marks all over his face: "?"

It feels connoted.

He looked at Cheng Zhiyuan with a dark face, wanting to listen to his eloquent mouth say something that could explain what he didn't mean.

Cheng Zhiyuan, who is eloquent, said, "I haven't heard of it. Do you eat what you eat to make up for you? I will follow the doctor's advice and take you to mend your feet."

Li Zhuo: What are you making up for?

What to eat to make up for, do you make up pig's trotters for him?

Li Zhuo: "I feel that you are implicating me, and I have evidence."

Cheng Zhiyuan got out of the car to open the door for him, and when he opened the door, he put on a standard smile, like ripples.

Li Zhuo realized later that Cheng Zhiyuan was not as icy as before, and would often put that seductive smile on his lips, just so confusing him.

It seems that what he did wrong, what he said wrong, can be forgiven.

In a daze, he was carried out of the car by Cheng Zhiyuan, and carried into the legendary place where he could make up his feet.

Li Zhuo: "."

In this damn face-based era, Cheng Zhiyuan's face is a disaster.

Cheng Zhiyuan faced the young man's black face dripping with ink, and asked the waiter to bring the menu. He was familiar with this restaurant, and he ordered the signature roasted pork knuckle and braised pork trotter.

After ordering the most important things, he handed the menu to Li Zhuo and asked him to choose his favorite dishes.

The two meat dishes that Cheng Zhiyuan ordered fell into Li Zhuo's ears, and he couldn't help swallowing before the dishes came out, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, he was very hungry.

Greedy, but bear with it.

He ordered a few vegan dishes and waited for the waiter to leave.

He said to the person opposite: "You are purely greedy for me."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "I'm not greedy for you, the meat is yours."

Li Zhuo loves to hear these words, there is nothing bad about eating meat, but unfortunately he can't eat it.

He couldn't eat the meat to his mouth, he felt sad, his face didn't show, he supported the dining table with one hand, held his chin and jokingly said: "If I lose my job because of your meal, I will gain weight."

"I have no money, so I can find someone to cry with."

"Could it be that you support me?"

The author says:

It's nine o'clock~

Nice to not be late.

感谢在2021-08-1919:58:11~2021-08-2020:51:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Oranges are delicious, 46075128, 1 Jiuyu;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of An Lan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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