I married a bamboo horse

Wen Youxing tightly shut his mouth, he knew it was his fault.

"Speak up!" Han Qi wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Chen Lin and his wife, "Don't hit You Xing either! Ziqian's character. Lao Song and I know each other very well, don't hit the child. "Chen Lin pulled Wen Youxing behind her distressedly. This is her future daughter-in-law, and she can't break it. Although she also loves her son, the person her son loves is the one who needs protection the most.

"Who is Song Ziqian's family?" Han Qi wanted to say something else, but the doctor had already come out. As soon as he asked, Wen Youxing was the first to rush up and said, "I! I am!" The doctor glanced at Wen Youxing , clearly distrusting him.

Chen Lin and the others also stepped forward and said, "We are all, how is my son?"

The doctor looked at the medical records and said, "Don't move his hands for ten days and a half months. After three days, the stitches will be removed. For these two days, eat light food, pay the money, take the medicine, go home and rest early."

Hearing what the doctor said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Wen Youxing. If Song Ziqian suffered from any illness, he would not be able to feel at ease for the rest of his life.

"Stinky boy, get out of there and be with Ziqian!" Chen Lin and her husband went to pay the medical bills, and Han Qi pushed Wen Youxing in.

Wen Youxing stood at the door distortedly, while Song Ziqian sat on the chair in the emergency room, staring at Wen Youxing with deep eyes.

"That... that... I..." Wen Youxing gritted his teeth after a long time, "I... I... I didn't do it on purpose." After he finished speaking, he looked up at Song Ziqian. Seeing that Song Ziqian didn't respond, he said in an aggrieved tone "I know I'm too naive, but I really don't have any other intentions. I just want to steal some embarrassing photos of you while you're drunk."

Hearing Wen Youxing's aggrieved voice, Song Ziqian felt very distressed. Of course he knew that Wen Youxing didn't mean to "come here." He waved to Wen Youxing.

Wen Youxing looked up at him, and moved slowly.

"Why did you take my embarrassing photo?" Seeing him approaching, Song Ziqian wanted to touch his fair little face, but in the end he didn't reach out, because he didn't know what Wen Youxing's feelings for him were.

Wen Youxing didn't say a word, and played with his fingers.

After a long time, he said in a super quiet voice, and in a complaining tone, "Who... who told you to always bully me."

Song Ziqian thought he heard it wrong and bullied him?He didn't admit it, but besides Wen Youxing, who else could make Song Ziqian back down to the point of guarding silently.

"Did you admit it?" Seeing that Song Ziqian didn't refute, Wen Youxing's voice became louder, his pitiful face really wanted someone to kiss him hard.

"I really don't remember that I ever bullied you." Song Ziqian only remembered that in order to attract his attention, he would grab some of his favorite toys or snacks.

"You...you are really talking nonsense." Wen Youxing curled his lips, "When we were in kindergarten, a girl gave me a biscuit, did you snatch it away?" Wen Youxing said this It's been a long time since the accusation left Song Ziqian with black lines all over his face.

"Also, when I was over ten years old, did you snatch the toy gun my mother bought for me!" Wen Youxing continued to accuse, and in the end, he became more and more enthusiastic.He dug up all the things from childhood to adulthood, and they were all old sesame seeds and rotten millet, but Wen Youxing remembered them all.

Seeing what Wen Youxing said so energetically, Song Ziqian felt a lot better. Although he couldn't figure out Wen Youxing's feelings for him, it was gratifying that Wen Youxing remembered every detail of getting along with him so clearly.

"Will you drink water?" After talking for a long time, Wen Youxing felt smoke coming out of his throat, and Song Ziqian handed him his water, gurgling, and he drank it up in two or three sips.

After drinking the water, Wen Youxing wanted to recall the past, but when he lowered his head, he saw a trace of blood oozing from Song Ziqian's wrist, and he panicked instantly, "It's... bleeding again! I'm going to call the doctor!"

"Come back!" Song Ziqian pulled Wen Youxing with his uninjured hand, and Wen Youxing sat on Song Ziqian's lap with a snap.