Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

The stitch removal process was more painful than he imagined.

Chen Putao frowned, lowered her head and looked at the doctor who removed her stitches.

The doctor's movements are smooth and smooth.

"Okay." The doctor finished packing up the equipment and did not forget to tell you before leaving, "You are still young, your physical fitness is good, and your wound is recovering better than expected, but remember, your current calf is still not able to support you for a long time. Stand up and walk. If you want to go out and walk, there are wheelchairs in the inpatient department, and you can ask your friend to rent one."

Chen Putao looked at the centipede-like cut on her calf, her eyes trembled fiercely.

For a moment, he couldn't realize that this ugly scarred leg belonged to him.

On the other side, Ji Yichuan stared at the back of his head and remained silent.

Instead of Chen Putao, he said hello to the doctor.

Ji Yichuan strode towards the balcony, propped his chin and looked out.

The weather has been very good recently, and the sun is surprisingly warm on the body. At the bottom of the building, many people are sitting lazily on the benches on both sides of the hospital path, basking in the sun.

He always remembered the agreement he had made with Chen Putao. Feeling the good weather outside, he turned around, looked at Chen Putao's back and said, "I'm going to rent a wheelchair. You can wait for me in the ward, okay?"

"Ah." Chen Putao was stunned, looking away from his calf, "Okay."

After going out again after more than a week, Chen Putao felt that every cell in his body was opening his mouth to breathe the fresh air outside.

He was sitting in a wheelchair with his arms naturally on his sides. He looked around casually. There were many people like him sitting in a wheelchair, and their relatives or lovers stood behind him.

A row of trees were planted on both sides of the path, but now they are so bare that it is impossible to guess the species.

A gust of dry and cold wind blows, lifting a blanket that was spread on the calf of the old grape.

"Cold?"

Chen Putao shook his head.

He re-rolled the blanket and looked up.

From his angle, he could only see Ji Yichuan's jawline.

He exhaled lightly, watching the thin water mist rise slowly and finally disappear into the air, which gave Chen Putao an illusion.

It's like kissing him.

Thinking of this, Chen Putao's heart suddenly became hot.

But Ji Yichuan didn't notice Chen Putao's small movements at all.At this moment, all his attention was attracted by the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Why are you here?"

The thin lips parted slightly, and when he spoke without any emotion, Ji Yichuan's fingertips curled up for an instant, and then stretched out again.

Chen Putao heard the sound and looked forward.

A strange woman stood in front of him.

The woman is in a mess, not only the messy hair fluttering in the wind, but also the pale lips, red and swollen eye sockets, or the wrinkled and uneven clothes, all of which show one thing nakedly.

This is obviously not a normal person.

Ji Yichuan looked at the person in front of him coldly, unwilling to pay attention to him, he grabbed his wheelchair and wanted to turn his head.

He has nothing to say to the other party.

Just two steps away, the cuffs were gently pulled by a tiny force.

Chen Putao raised her head and asked quietly, "Who is she?"

Ji Yichuan froze for a moment, rubbed Chen Putao's head, and replied, "Zuo Roujing."

Chen Putao was shocked.

He looked at the woman in front of him again. Although he had never met Zuo Roujing, according to the memory of the novels he had read, Zuo Roujing, as an authentic strong woman, always had a smile on her face. The high profile and fierceness that a strong woman should have.

Instead of being embarrassed and timid like now.

Realizing the relationship between the person in front of him and Zuo Liu, Chen Putao tugged on Ji Yichuan's sleeve again, "Let's go, I don't want to talk nonsense with her."

The rare good mood was ruined by her.

Seeing that the two turned around to leave, Zuo Roujing panicked, and she hurriedly followed.

The pair of high heels she wears may be the only thing that shows that she was once a successful person.

But it was this pair of high heels that made her even more embarrassed.

She was flustered, she didn't walk well, and suddenly twisted her foot.

The ankle swelled crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a sudden flush of red.

But even so, she dared not stop.

Fortunately, Ji Yichuan pushed the wheelchair and didn't walk too fast. Zuo Roujing limped past them and stood upright in front of Chen Putao.

This time, she didn't look at Ji Yichuan.

No matter what she does, the hatred between Ji's family and herself cannot be offset.

She could only look hesitantly at Chen Putao who was sitting in the wheelchair.

Zuo Roujing's voice was hoarse, "You are Chen Putao, right?"

Chen Putao suddenly curled up her fingertips.

He looked up, nodding expressionlessly.

"I'm here to see you this time. I don't know how your wound is doing?"

Zuo Roujing only had time to look at him for a second, and then all she saw was Chen Putao's side face turned away.

Chen Putao didn't want to look her in the eye.

Zuo Roujing suddenly felt flustered, she quickly stood up and took a step closer.

Perhaps the smell of gunpowder between the three of them was so strong that people around couldn't help but look at it.

Chen Putao didn't want more people to know about their relationship, so she turned her head unwillingly and said with a blank expression, "Today is the eighth day."

Zuo Roujing didn't understand what he meant for a while.

"I have been in the hospital for the eighth day."

From behind, Ji Yichuan stared fixedly at Zuo Roujing's eyes, the meaning hidden under the eyes was noncommittal.

Pushing the wheelchair, he moved forward slightly, his eyes beckoning Zuo Roujing to get out of the way.

Zuo Roujing lowered her head, trembling, tiny teardrops ran across her cheeks and fell to the ground, as if she had gone through a violent inner struggle and finally made a certain decision.

"sorry!"

The choked and trembling apology stunned Chen Putao.

But soon, he looked forward indifferently.

Over Zuo Roujing's trembling body, he recalled the horrific wound on his calf, and suddenly felt that this apology was ridiculous.

"I would like to say sorry to you on behalf of my son, and I will try my best to compensate you. I only have one request, and I hope you can withdraw the lawsuit against my son."

"I beg you."

The other party's apology burst into tears, but Chen Putao's heart was strangely flat.

He even sighed leisurely.

She didn't expect Zuo Roujing to be so kind to Zuo Liu.

But yes, they are mother and son.

The thoughts in Chen Putao's mind drifted farther and farther, and was finally pulled back by Zuo Roujing's sharp crying.

"He is still young. I am busy with work on weekdays, so I have neglected to educate him. I swear that I will educate him well in the future. Oh, no, I will let him transfer to another school and never appear in front of you again!"

These words were spoken intermittently, but Chen Putao didn't know where his temper came from, so he listened patiently.

He looked at Zuo Roujing, lifted the blanket covering his thighs, and slowly rolled up his trousers.

Round and round, until the wound was completely visible in everyone's sight.

The temperature is very low, and the skin is exposed to the cold air, and small goose bumps appear.

Chen Putao let out a breath of cold air.

"I see, this is a good thing your son did. If someone hadn't discovered it in time, you might not be able to ask me to apologize."

"And now you want me to forgive him?"

An expression finally appeared on Chen Putao's icy cheeks.

He raised the corners of his lips lightly, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Do you think I look easy to talk to?"

In a sense, Chen Putao was right.