Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

Qu Siyan felt that he had never been so embarrassed.

In front of tens of thousands of spectators and Lu Cheng, he lay directly on the ground.

The hard tile floor had no cushioning, so it fell solidly.

My legs hurt, my tailbone hurt, the back of my head hurt, my chest was short of breath, and it was a heartbreaking pain.

The worst thing is the ankle.

Qu Siyan didn't remember how he slipped and twisted his foot at the same time. He only felt that he could no longer move his left foot.

The red panda ceramic cup was smashed into several pieces and lay on the ground, dying innocently.

Lu Chengting was startled and asked quickly: "Brother? Are you okay?"

Qu Siyan felt that he was not very good. He had shallow eye sockets and had been prone to crying since he was a child.

You cry when you are scolded by your mother, you cry when you are beaten, you cry when you are angry, you cry when watching TV series, you hide and cry secretly when you are wronged outside, and you cry even more when you feel pain.

It's not that he wants to cry very much, but he has well-developed tear ducts and is delicate, so he can't help but shed tears.

He just thought that in front of tens of thousands of people, he must hold back his tears no matter what.

But when he suddenly heard Lu Cheng's voice, he couldn't hold it back and burst into tears.

Lu Chengting's heart tightened: "Where does it hurt from the fall?"

When Qu Siyan cried, the breathlessness in his chest healed, but other places still hurt. The most important thing was that it was so embarrassing.

He used his arms to support himself and sat up from the ground, crying: "My feet are sprained..."

Lu Chengting immediately turned off his live broadcast, changed his shoes and went out while making a voice call to Qu Siyan.

Qu Siyan waited for a long time before reaching out and grabbing the phone on the table: "Hello?"

It sounds extremely wronged.

Lu Chengting was afraid that he had broken something somewhere, so he told him: "If you can't move, don't move. Send me the address. I'll go there now."

【! ! ! 】

[How are you, brother? 】

[It doesn’t sound good, it’s so pitiful. 】

[Woo woo woo, Xiao Lu, go quickly! 】

[I can’t wait for the weekend, my God, my God, although my brother is a bit miserable, I really can’t control myself! 】

[Never turn off the live broadcast! 】

【What time has it been and you still want to watch the excitement? 】

[That's right, there was a loud "bang" just now. I was scared when I heard it. I hope my brother is okay. 】

[I hope my brother’s home is not too far away from Xiaolu. 】

[Although, don’t scold me, I still want to see what Xiao Lu looks like...]

It's not that Qu Siyan doesn't want to turn off the live broadcast, he really can't care about it at the moment.

And the way he gets up from the ground will definitely not look good. When the time comes and the black fans edit it and post it everywhere, will he still be shameless?

He fell very neatly just now, and no one could see his miserable appearance. He might as well lie down on the spot and pretend to be dead, waiting for Lu Cheng to help him.

With this thought, Qu Siyan lay down on the ground again, sent Lu Chengting his location, and also told him the password to his own door.

He was still wearing a thick layer of white clay mask on his face, his hair was not combed, he had not taken a shower, and he was dressed very sloppily.

He thought, this is fine.

If Lu Chengting is really good-looking, his virtues can also give Lu Chengting a little more confidence.

Anyway, it was like this in his live broadcast, and Lu Cheng had already seen it.

Anyway, it looks good if he tidies it up casually. You can show it to Lu Cheng next time.

Lu Cheng followed his elevator to the basement and drove, speeding all the way and letting 037 block every high-definition camera he passed.

037 was afraid that Lu Cheng would be in a hurry and cause a traffic accident to other vehicles by racing in the city, so he took the initiative to observe Qu Siyan’s situation and reported:

[Shaojun is fine. The sprain is not serious and will heal in two or three days. 】

Lu Chengting frowned: [But he cried terribly. 】

037: [emmm...]

Lu Chengting: [Speak directly if you have anything to say. 】

037 couldn't say it directly. It wanted to say "some boys are just pretentious", but it intuitively felt that saying this would easily cause trouble for itself.

So it changed a word and said euphemistically: [0, be delicate, it's for fun. 】

Lu Cheng understood it, then relaxed his foot on the accelerator slightly, and said to 037: "I'm making progress." 】

037 rolled his eyes and remained silent.

The phone call between Lu Chengting and Qu Siyan never hung up. Lu Chengting would say something to Qu Siyan from time to time, and Qu Siyan would respond.

Apart from the tone of voice that sounds a bit hopeless, it really shouldn't be a big deal.

Housing prices in Haicheng were ridiculously high, and the apartment Qu Siyan rented was not far from the city center. At that time, just for convenience, he gritted his teeth and rented a small apartment with a nice environment in the surrounding area.

Anyway, he is usually the only one, and the assistant only comes here on the day when he brings the goods every week.

Because the distance was not that far, Lu Chengting arrived at his destination in less than twenty minutes, parked the car in the underground garage, and went straight to the elevator.

Qu Siyan did not lie on the ground all the time.

He only lay there for ten minutes before he felt that this position was really unsightly, so he insisted on sitting up, leaning on the sofa, and even pulled a cushion down to put it under his buttocks.

Hearing the beeping sound from the door, his ears immediately stood up, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

The living room of Qu Siyan's house was not big. As soon as Lu Chengting opened the door, he saw Qu Siyan sitting on the floor with a small pillow in his arms and looking at him eagerly.

Although Qu Siyan's live broadcast basically uses the original camera, there are still some slight deviations between the lens and the real person.

Being accustomed to seeing Han Siyan in his previous life, Lu Chengting felt that Qu Siyan himself looked a bit more petite.

She is similar to Miss Nan from Bishui Teahouse, not as skinny and more muscular.

The face is covered with a thick white clay mask, and the face cannot be seen. The face is small, and the eyes appear to be big. The eyelashes are probably too long, and the eyes look fluffy and beautiful.

The moment Qu Siyan saw Lu Cheng listening, he felt extremely regretful.

He shouldn't be sitting here showing off.

If he could go back in time, he would crawl to the bathroom, wash off the damn mask on his face, put on beautiful makeup, then crawl back to the bedroom and put on his most thoughtful wide-necked halter top.

Unfortunately, twenty minutes ago, he was still worried that Lu Chengting was not confident enough because of his unattractive appearance.

Now it seems that he himself is the real clown.

Lu Chengting walked into the house, closed the door with his backhand, walked to Qu Siyan and knelt down, without looking at his face, he just lowered his head, stretched out his hand and pinched his ankle gently: "Is this this one? "

The moment he walked into the room and squatted down, his profile fell into Qu Siyan's live broadcast.

The live broadcast room that had just fallen silent suddenly exploded again.