Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

But it took only a short while before Yan Qiaotian slapped Wu Fugan's chest heavily. This time he didn't use all his strength, so Wu Fugan's injury was not serious.

Wu Fugan fell unsteadily on the stool beside the table, he pursed his lips lightly, and said with a smile: "You enjoy it too, don't you?"

Yan Qiaotian's face was pale, and his angry eyes were like huge fireballs, as if he wanted to burn the other party up. The violent heaving of his chest was obviously suppressing the huge anger in his heart. After a long time, he said coldly: "Since you want to Play with fire, then I will fulfill you."

After finishing speaking, Yan Qiaotian pulled out the Qingming Sword from his waist, and stabbed at the opponent without thinking. Wu Fuqian sat on the stool as if everything had nothing to do with him, until Yan Qiaotian's sword stabbed heavily into his chest , he never moved a step.

Wu Fuqian looked at the long sword on his chest and said with a helpless smile: "You finally got your wish."

Yan Qiaotian drew out the long sword, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked calmly, "Why don't you hide?"

As Yan Qiaotian drew out the long sword, Wu Fugan spat a mouthful of blood on the ground with a puff, his face was pale, he raised his head slightly, looked at Yan Qiaotian with confusion and said, "Because it's you, why should I hide?"

Yan Qiaotian looked at the blood gurgling from his chest, shook his head slightly, walked to the door, opened the door after hesitating, and shouted: "Someone is injured, go to the doctor."

Wu Fuqian was behind him, and said with a smile: "Don't you want me to die? Why do you want to save me?"

Yan Qiaotian sighed softly and said, "Yes, I wish you would die, but I don't want to get into unnecessary trouble, and besides, I, Yan Qiaotian, never kill anyone who doesn't want to fight back."

"Haha, then it's up to you to protect me from now on. Anyway, my martial arts are not as good as yours." As soon as he finished saying this, Wu Fuqian collapsed on the ground exhausted.

Yan Qiaotian walked quickly to his side, picked him up, and carefully placed him on the bed.

His face was getting paler and paler, and Yan Qiaotian couldn't help but tremble when he saw it. He couldn't explain what it was like, but he just felt that he couldn't let him die.

After the doctor came, he was very busy. Yan Qiaotian felt that he had left the house. Xia Qingyan, who was standing in the courtyard, looked at the door behind him curiously, and asked, "Is that brother Yan's friend? But why? Will it hurt?"

Yan Qiaotian didn't answer, he lowered his head and walked to the stone table and sat down, his clenched hands kept tapping on the table.

Xia Qingyan sat across from him without giving up, and asked with round eyes: "Is he important to Brother Yan? I have never seen Brother Yan so distracted."

Yan Qiaotian took a deep breath, then looked up at Xia Qingyan and said, "It's just an old friend."

"Really?" Xia Qingyan said disappointedly.

Soon the door was opened from the inside, and the doctor bent over to Yan Qiaotian with the medicine box on his shoulders, bowed his head and cupped his hands and said, "Fortunately, the puncture is not fatal, so as long as you practice more, you will be cured soon. "

"All done?" Yan Qiaotian asked, staring at the door.

"It's already bandaged, and you just need to keep changing the dressing every day." The doctor said, handing the prescription in his hand to Yan Qiaotian, and said, "Also follow this prescription, three times a day, he will be able to heal soon." Down and walk."

"Okay." Yan Qiaotian said while staring at the prescription.

Xia Qingyan stood up and took the prescription from Yan Qiaotian's hand, and said to the doctor, "Thank you, Doctor Li, I'll find someone to follow you back to get the medicine." After speaking, she turned around and wanted to go to the main hall.

Yan Qiaotian sat by the stone table, staring at Wu Fuqian's room door motionless. For the first time in his life, he felt regretful. Wu Fugan, who was beaten to death by the enemies, shouldn't let Qin Xiong and the others send him back to Aotianmen, but everything has become a foregone conclusion, he seems to be able to see his own future, which is an unacceptable ending.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Qingyan came up behind him softly, and murmured: "The medicine is ready, do you want Qiuxia to come over and help?"

Yan Qiaotian got up slowly, only then did he realize that it had become dark outside at some point, he turned around, looked at the medicine bowl in Xia Qingyan's book, and said, "No, I'll do it myself. "After finishing speaking, he took the medicine bowl, looked at Xia Qingyan and said with a smile, "Go down and rest, I will guard here by myself."

Xia Qingyan stared at him suspiciously, and said helplessly after a while, "Brother Yan should also go to bed earlier, I have asked Qiuxia to deliver dinner to your house, eat as much as you want."

"Okay, thank you." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, she turned around and held the medicine bowl and pushed away Wu Fugan's room.

Wu Fuqian lay quietly on the bed, Yan Qiaotian sat on the side of the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand, he stirred it gently with a spoon while looking at his pale face.

Wu Fuqian, who always liked to chatter, was afraid that he would lie down quietly only at this time. He always finished speaking, and he could never use logic to analyze when talking to him.

It should be a lucky thing for Yan Qiaotian not to be entangled by the other party, not to be teased by the other party's words, but at this moment, he actually missed that Wu Fugan who he hated.

Yan Qiaotian suddenly said to himself naturally: "Oh, why are you always so persistent?"

In the past, whenever Yan Qiaotian asked this question, Wu Fuqian always had various reasons to answer him, but today, he was lying there motionless, and he felt a little desolate.

……

It’s been a while since Xia Chongwen came back last time, and he hasn’t come back even once, and Xia Qingyan, who feels weird, seems to have become normal these days, and the rumors in the arena have gradually decreased, and people seem to be Already starting to forget all this and life is back on track.

Wu Fuqian's condition is getting better day by day, and he will go out for a walk when the weather is fine, but Yan Qiaotian always tells him that maintaining a healthy body is more important than anything else, so he can only go back to rest obediently .

On this day, he secretly came to the garden in the backyard of the Xia Mansion. After holding it in for so long, he was already exhausted.

He sat in the gazebo of the promenade, looked at the servants walking around, and could not help but narrow his eyes and show a nice smile.

Xia Qingyan saw Wu Fuqian from a distance, she twisted her waist and walked to Wu Fugan's side, and said, "Brother Yan said you couldn't get up, why did you come out again?"

After Wu Fuqian raised his head and glanced at her, he smiled even wider and said, "Brother Yan, that's a very kind name."

"He is my brother Yan, and he can only be my brother Yan, hum." Xia Qingyan said with a serious expression.

Wu Fuqian shrugged and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter who he belongs to, what matters is who he has in his heart."

Xia Qingyan changed from her usual innocent expression, her eyes glared angrily, her nose slightly opened, and she said, "Hmph, who do you think you are? You're just an ordinary friend, do you really think you know Brother Yan? Hmph, it's just a joke."