Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Yan Qiaotian, who walked out of the side room, felt the strong sunlight outside, although it was a bit harsh.But it made Yan Qiaotian's heart warm from the inside, not to mention how long the lie he told would last, he felt that the matter of Aotianmen would be over soon anyway, and by then Wang Minhao would find the problem, then It was too late.

Yan Qiaotian raised his smiling face slightly, looked at the Aotianmen who was familiar but unfamiliar to him, turned around and left Wanhuating. Before his identity was revealed, he still had a lot of things to do, but just when he felt that the people in this room It was time for the matter to end, but unexpectedly, before he had taken two steps, he heard Sisisosuo's voice behind him.

Yan Qiaotian's hearing was excellent, so he naturally understood what it was, but he didn't know martial arts, so he could only take the opponent's palm forcefully.

Fortunately, Wang Minhao didn't use all his strength, so after the slap, Yan Qiaotian wasn't seriously injured, at least he didn't think it was serious.

Seeing Yan Qiaotian being knocked down to the ground by his own palm, with the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, Wang Minhao immediately stepped forward and put his hand on Yan Qiaotian's lifeblood to test it out.Yan Qiaotian had already concealed her skills, so Wang Minhao couldn't detect anything from her lifeblood.

Sure enough, when Wang Minhao lowered his arm, he finally completely believed that the young man in front of him was indeed an ordinary person who could not do martial arts.

"Xiao Lang, I'm sorry, I'm also responsible. Don't worry, I will find the best doctor to treat you. As long as you take proper care, you will be fine soon." Wang Minhao helped Yan Qiaotian up in embarrassment, and said.

Yan Qiaotian asked innocently: "Deacon Wang, what do you think?"

"It's nothing, it's just a miss, don't think too much about it." After Wang Minhao finished speaking, he immediately greeted the servant beside him and said, "Hurry up, help Xiaolang go down and find the best doctor."

"Yes."

Yan Qiaotian limped and was helped back to his room by someone. The other party said that he would go to the doctor immediately and let him wait for a while, but he waited until it was dark, and the doctor hadn't found him yet. .

Yan Qiaotian knew that his body was slightly injured, but it was nothing serious. It was just some skin trauma, which did not prevent him from taking action against the person he wanted to deal with.

Moreover, this illness can give him more energy to rest well. After all, he still has a lot of things to do next, but he still has one concern, that is, if Wu Fuqian knows that he has been injured, he will be injured again. I don't know what the hell is going to happen.

Thinking this way, it didn't take long before I heard Wu Fuqian's loud voice screaming: "This Wang Minhao, he doesn't want to live anymore, and he dares to shoot my Xiaolang. I think he wants me to leave him a whole Corpse."

As soon as the words fell, the man had already come to Yan Qiaotian's house, pushed the door open casually, and shouted anxiously: "Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, how are you doing?"

Yan Qiaotian who was sleeping on the bed was silent, he closed his eyes tightly as if he didn't hear anything at all.

Wu Fu walked to the bedside without giving up, looked at Yan Qiaotian's pale face, felt pain in his heart, brushed the other's cheek, and asked softly: "Xiao Lang, are you in pain? Don't worry, I have already found someone I'm going to call the doctor, if he can't come within half a stick of incense, I'll tear down his pharmacy tomorrow to see how he still does business."

Yan Qiaotian opened his eyes helplessly, and said weakly: "It's just a small business to support the family, why are you so overbearing?"

"Xiao Lang, you've finally woken up. You don't know that the way you lie on the bed really scares me to death." Wu Fugan grabbed Yan Qiaotian's hand and said excitedly, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

Yan Qiaotian broke free from Wu Fuqian's hand and wanted to sit up, but Wu Fuqian pressed his shoulder hard and said: "Don't get up, your bones are still injured, how can you do this?"

Yan Qiaotian was dragged by the back injury, and there was a piercing pain that made him gasp, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

Wu Fuqian held his hand with concern, and asked nervously: "Is it very painful, is it very painful? Where does it hurt? Let me see, let me see quickly."

Yan Qiaotian let him hold her hand, lay down slowly, leaned against the bed, gasped slightly: "It's...it's okay."

"You look so pale, how can you be fine? No, I'm going to find that Wang Minhao, who gave him the courage to treat you like this?" Wu Fuqian finished speaking, got up, and was about to leave.

Yan Qiaotian grabbed his wrist and said with a smile: "Forget it, don't go, he is also responsible, so don't make things difficult for him."

Wu Fuqian sat on the side of the bed again, with a sad face on his face, and said, "Xiao Lang, why are you always so considerate, you know that what I want to do the most is to make you happy."

Yan Qiaotian let go of his wrist, frowned slightly and said with a smile: "I'm already very happy, young master don't need to wrong yourself to beg others to be happy."

"I just want to ask for your happiness." Wu Fuqian stared at Yan Qiaotian deeply, his eyes full of tenderness and sweetness, but it is a pity that Yan Qiaotian is not the hustle and bustle of the past, even if Wu Fuqian treats him with more tenderness, he will still I just feel uncomfortable, but I can't find comfort at all.

"Xiao Lang said long ago that Xiao Lang is just a servant, so you don't have to wrong yourself like this." Yan Qiaotian turned her head and stopped looking at him.

Wu Fuqian sighed softly, and then a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and said: "What servant, you are my lover in my eyes, and only you can bring me happiness, so I won't leave tonight, look at those What would a quack doctor say?"

Yan Qiaotian shook his head lightly, and said, "Eldest Young Master, why bother?"

"Anyway, I won't leave. Your bed is big enough for the two of us to sleep." After speaking, Wu Fuqian quickly got up, jumped into Yan Qiaotian's bed, and fell asleep on his bed without thinking.

Although the bump on the back was not a fatal injury to Yan Qiaotian, the pain was inevitable, so although he was full of displeasure with Wu Fuqian, he finally gave up resisting him because of the pain in his body .

Wu Fuqian lay on the bed with his head up, and said to himself: "I will finally be able to share the bed with Xiao Lang one day."

"Young master..." Yan Qiaotian was about to speak, but was interrupted by a servant outside: "Hurry up, doctor, otherwise your shop will not be open tomorrow."

With a heavy panting sound, an old man in his 60s entered the room with a gray beard and even his eyebrows. If you continue to torment like this, you may not be able to get up tomorrow."