Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her heart full of doubts.

On the way back, Lu Hanfan closed his eyes tiredly, and rested the hand that underwent surgery on his thigh.

Xin Miaomiao squatted next to his hand, carefully stretched out her little paw, and placed it on his bandaged wrist.

She deliberately controlled the strength, she felt that her strength would not be able to hurt Lu Hanfan, but it would definitely make him feel it, but she didn't want to, Lu Hanfan didn't feel it at all when she put her paw on it for several seconds .

This time, Xin Miaomiao couldn't stand it anymore.

Tears burst out immediately.

Looking at him: "Meow." Xiaoluzi, your hand is useless, isn't it?

This must be useless, I don’t even feel like it at all!

Xin Miaomiao felt that she was responsible for all this, and she looked at Lu Hanfan guiltily.

Lu Hanfan was already tired, and could fall asleep by leaning against the car window for a while. Just as he was about to squint for a while, he heard Xin Miaomiao howling beside him, and immediately opened his eyes.

Turning her head, she saw Xin Miaomiao looking at him with guilt.

What kind of trouble is this?

Lu Hanfan didn't understand.

Ask her: "What's wrong?"

"Meow?" Are your hands useless?

"Meow." I'm sorry, Xiaoluzi, from now on Master Ben Meow will be your hand, no matter what you want to do, Master Ben Meow will help you.

Xin Miaomiao had tears in her eyes. What she said was very emotional and sincere.

Lu Hanfan blinked, but still didn't understand. When he saw the little paw she put on his wrist, combined with the look in her eyes just now, he immediately understood what it meant.

He smiled.

Pointing at her own hand, she said helplessly, "Miao Miao, why are you so stupid? My hand was given anesthesia during the operation, and I still don't feel anything for the time being. It's not what you think."

"Meow?" Narcotics?

Xin Miaomiao shook her little beard, and instantly retracted the tears in her eyes. She pouted her buttocks, poked her little paws forward, and pulled the bandage that was tied on him.

"Meow?" Really all right?

"I can't lie to you." Lu Hanfan shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand, hugged her with his left hand, put her on the other thigh, and coaxed her gently: "It's late, go to sleep, I'm fine. "

"Meow." Xin Miaomiao called out softly, rubbing his head against him.

"Meow, I understand. There is nothing to feel guilty about. How could I watch you get hurt...Go to sleep, my hand will regain consciousness tomorrow, and after a month or two of training, it will be as good as before." Lu Hanfan Knowing what Xin Miaomiao cared about most, he coaxed her to say it.

Xin Miaomiao nodded her head, leaned obediently on his lap, rubbed against his big hand, and slowly closed her eyes.

late at night.

The car sped along the road.

Lu Hanfan looked at Xin Miaomiao's sleeping body, but his expression was not as relaxed as before.

Although the broken tendon in his hand has been reconnected, it may not really recover in the future. It depends on the situation. There is a 5.00% possibility that the palm will no longer be able to hold it, and it will be disabled.

However, how could he let Xin Miaomiao know about such a result?

He has been with her for so many years, and he understands her little temper best. She seems heartless, with a small nose and small eyes, but she is actually kinder than anyone else.

If she knew that her hand was useless, she would definitely feel guilty.

He couldn't bear her guilt, all he did was voluntary.