Mo Nanjue looked handsome, and he supported the floor tiles with one hand. He wanted to sit up, but he could not move. "Pull me up."

"You can't move?" Tong Ran pulled one of his arms, but did not use force. "Where did you hurt?"

The man repeated with a cold face, "Pull me up."

"No, if this is damaged, how can you move around casually?" Tong Ran hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket, "I'll call an ambulance."

"What ambulance!"

Mo Nanjue's face changed and he reached out to pat off the phone in her hand, "Do you think Quanjinhai City know that I fell, right?"

"What should I do?" Tong Ran was anxious, "But this is not a solution. Don't you tell me where you fell..."

"So I'll ask you to pull me up!"

"How can you move around casually now!"

...

Half an hour later.

When Chen An arrived, Mo Nanjue was still half lying in the bathroom. He suppressed his smile, but still couldn't hold back. "Jue, you are really having fun. You either hurt this place or break it in every few days."

"roll."

Mo Nanjue glared at him coldly. The man was desperate for face and refused to help anyone. Tong Ran spent a lot of effort to help him with Chen An. The bedroom floor that had finally cleaned was wet again.

Tong Ran ignored the rub, Chen An stood beside the bed, and only glanced at him and understood, "You are falling down."

"Nonsense, I want you to say it?" Mo Nanjue looked bad. He reached out and pressed it. The pain on his waist was so painful now. "When will it be cured?"

"How can it be so fast? It's a hundred days of injury," Chen An quipped with a smile, "Just rest well and don't do waist-related exercises during this period."

His words were profound. When Mo Nanjue heard this, his face darkened. He grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it over, "Damn! Did you tell me to lie down like this for a hundred days?!"

"Who told you that something is not fun? I chose the bathroom. If I fell down, I still have the magic medicine for this?" Chen An glanced at Tong Ran, "Besides, whether you are lying down or not depends on me."

Tong Ran was not on this, so she walked over and pulled Mo Nanjue's hand. The man wanted to push her away but couldn't use it. She stretched out her finger and pointed to his waist, "Has he fell here?"

Seeing that Mo Nanjue was almost eating him, Chen An said something satisfactory to the man, "Yes, you have to take good care of him. This injury requires massage and blood circulation every night."

"Okay, I will," Tong Ran nodded seriously when he heard this, "How to massage? Is there any way to follow?"

"Well," Chen An looked at Mo Nanjue, thinking that this moved woman is sometimes really easy to deceive, "Anyway, you can press it no matter how comfortable he feels, just make him feel that it doesn't hurt."

"Okay, I get it."

Tong Ran got up and took a clean shirt, helped the man change it, got up and walked outside, "I'll go cook first."

"Do more, I'm hungry."

Chen An shouted to the outside, until Tong Ran entered the kitchen, he smiled, "Why, can't you stay in the big villa, come and experience the civilian apartment with us?"
Chapter completed!