Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 126 The Confessions 3
The person who knocked me down has long since fled and is nowhere to be seen.

But the burly man kindly sent me to the hospital.

At this time, my left arm was not only unable to straighten, but my elbow was already swollen, and the pain was so hot that it made me dizzy from the pain, as if I was being tortured by the treacherous officials of the Qing Dynasty.

X-rays were taken.

The doctor said that the arm was not broken, but only slightly fractured, so no plaster was needed, but a small splint should be used to fix it, which would not only help the fracture heal but also help restore function.

While immobilized with a small splint, my phone rang.

I was not in the mood and didn't want to answer it at first, but the phone rang and rang, rang and rang, non-stop, and it seemed to be ringing forever.I had no choice but to take out my phone to see if it was Han Qingluo calling, or there were still N missed calls.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, Han Qingluo's hasty voice came from the phone: "Sulala, I've called so many times, why didn't I answer?"

"Because, so." At this time, I was not completely out of control, so I answered humorously and nonsensically:
"Did you see it just now?" Han Qingluo asked.

"I see." My voice was still calm:
"What mood are you in right now?" Han Qingluo asked again.

"Why should I tell you how I feel?" I asked without answering.

"Because I kindly informed you, so I care about it! Really." Han Qingluo said:
"Who wants you to care?" I finally lost my temper and cursed.

Han Qingluo didn't quarrel with me, but just asked: "Su Lala, where are you now?"

I said, "In the city hospital."

Han Qingluo froze on the phone for a moment, and then uttered an earth-shattering cry: "What? You are in the city hospital? Su Lala, you... are you... are you serious?" Han Qingluo's voice was very serious. In a hurry, she yelled "Wow": "Surala, are you stupid? Are you brainwashed or shit? Su Lala, for a man who doesn't love you, is it worth it for you to do this? "

I don't understand: "Hey, what are you talking about?"

Han Qingluo said: "I said Su Lala, is it worth doing this for a man who doesn't love you?"

I blinked my eyes, but Monk Zhanger was still confused: "Is it worth it? Hey, Han Qingluo, what are you going to say? Can you speak clearly?"

Han Qingluo asked: "Aren't you in the city hospital?"

I said, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

Han Qingluo said: "Did you commit suicide? When you committed suicide, someone saw it by accident, but was kindly sent to the city hospital by others?"

Depend on!What is it?

Who committed suicide?
This Han Qingluo's imagination is really rich enough, it's a pity that he doesn't write novels.I was so angry that I had nowhere to go when I was full of anger, so I slammed into the phone, cursing like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube: "Ah bah, I live a good life, the age of a flower blooming , I am in full bloom, my beautiful life has not yet begun, I have not enjoyed the real romance, nor have I enjoyed male/happy/female/love, silly me, why do I want to commit suicide?"

Han Qing fell on the other end of the phone and said, "Sulala, you—"

Before I could wait for him to finish speaking, I went "beeping" again, swearing like peas pouring out of the bamboo tube: "What me? Suicide—ah, bah, Han Qingluo, thank you for thinking of it! Hurry up and spit out your saliva and say it again! Let me tell you Han Qingluo, even if people all over the world commit suicide, I, Su Lala, will not commit suicide. I am so strong! Yay bah! "I don't know what I scolded, anyway, I was excited and yelled.

After yelling, I vented my anger, so before Han Qingluo could speak, I hung up the phone with a "snap".

The young doctor who put the cast on me looked at me and couldn't help grinning. He said, "Is that tall friend of yours calling again? What are you arguing with him this time? You two, really interesting."

It was only then that I realized that this doctor looked very familiar.

He tilted his head, thought for a while, and then recognized him—the last time Han Qingluo and I went to the bar to karaoke, Han Qingluo treated me with sinister intentions, kissed me forcefully, I fought hard, but the wine bottle fell heavily It hit my forehead, and there was a lot of blood. Han Qingluo sent me to the hospital, stitched me up, and asked Han Qingluo to keep talking to distract me. This is the doctor.

I blushed and said embarrassingly, "It's you? What a coincidence."

The doctor smiled and said, "Isn't it? This city is neither big nor small. Unexpectedly, it's really a coincidence that we meet here again."

I said, "Hey."

The doctor is very young, less than 30 years old. He talks a lot and is very lively. He smiled and said: "There are so many people coming and going in the hospital every day, but I only remember you and your friends. Do you know why? Yes Because you are very interesting, and you talk very funny. I know from your quarrel that you are neither husband and wife, nor—well, not the kind of underground lover who has an affair. But the two of you give me the feeling that they match very well , you are beautiful and have a good temperament, he is tall, handsome and personable, and the two of you stand together, you are really a man with a talent and a woman with a golden boy and a jade/female."

I murmured: "I didn't have the same male talent and female appearance as him, is Jin Tongyu/female good?"

The doctor asked curiously: "Are you good friends?"

I said, "I'm not friends with that guy! I'm an enemy—a sworn class enemy."

The doctor laughed "Puchi" and said, "You are really humorous."

I shrugged my shoulders and fell down in disbelief.

Medicine was put on the left arm, and the small splint had just been fixed when Han Qingluo came.He walked up to me with big strides, then stretched his neck, looked at me, swept up, down, left, and right, and finally asked uneasy: "Su Lala, you really didn't commit suicide?"

"Why should I commit suicide?" I was annoyed and rolled my eyes at him.

"You didn't commit suicide, why did you come to the hospital?" Han Qingluo asked.

"Do you have to commit suicide to come to the hospital?" I stared at him and rolled my eyes again.

The doctor next to me couldn't help laughing, and he explained to me enthusiastically: "Her arm was slightly broken, and she just had a plaster cast."

Han Qingluo looked at me again, and asked in disbelief, "You said you didn't commit suicide! Su Lala, if you didn't commit suicide, your arm is fine, why did you break it?"

I was so angry that I quarreled with him: "Who did you see commit suicide with a slight broken arm? I just walked carelessly, was knocked down by someone, and accidentally fell to the ground, so that's why the arm was broken, okay?"

The doctor couldn't help laughing again.

Han Qingluo finally believed it, patted his forehead, and grinned: "It's true, no one commits suicide with a slight broken arm, even for a stupid woman like you."

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(End of this chapter)