Gu Lanchen took Luo Wanqing's little hand and led them upstairs.
He opened the door with one hand, then grabbed Luo Wanqing's shoulders with both hands and put her on the bed.
Luo Wanqing seemed to want to say something, so Gu Lanchen stretched out his big hand and touched her head.
His voice was as gentle as water, "Whatever you want to say or do, just wait for a while and let me finish the important things first."
Gu Lanchen turned around and took out a small medical kit from the small cabinet.
The handsome, well-jointed hands opened the medicine box, took out the tools needed one by one, and laid them out one by one.
Gu Lanchen pulled his trouser legs up with both hands, and then sat down on the carpet in front of Luo Wanqing.
The next second, the big hand grasped Luo Wanqing's slender ankle.
"If it hurts, just tell me."
In his sight, there was a very obvious bruise near the ankle that Gu Lanchen was holding.
Luo Wanqing pursed her lips and tried to use words to ease the stalemate.
"How did you know that my ankle was injured? We have telepathy."
With a cold look in his eyes, Luo Wanqing immediately stopped talking.
Gu Lanchen's mouth was straight and his expression was expressionless.
"If possible, I don't want to have this kind of telepathy."
God knows how many times Gu Lanchen watched the video on Weibo before Luo Wanqing came back.
After confirming again and again that Luo Wanqing had not been beaten, Gu Lanchen felt relieved.
But in the video, the scene where Luo Wanqing's ankle was hit by a flying wine bottle was deeply etched in Gu Lanchen's mind.
So when Luo Wanqing came back just now, Gu Lanchen took a closer look at Luo Wanqing's ankle. As expected, under the dim street light, Luo Wanqing's ankle indeed showed signs of injury.
Seeing the blood stasis under the skin of the person in front of him, Gu Lanchen's left chest felt extremely tight and uncomfortable.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he was telling Luo Wanqing, and also seemed to be telling himself.
"That little bastard, I won't let him go."
The lights in the room were dim, and Gu Lanchen was focused on treating Luo Wanqing's wounds. Luo Wanqing was simply bored and began to look at Gu Lanchen unscrupulously.
No matter how many times he watched it, Luo Wanqing would still be amazed by Gu Lanchen's appearance.
Gu Lanchen is obviously not her same age, but he doesn't make people feel old at all.
His well-managed figure, his handsome face that makes people and gods angry, and his aristocratic temperament that no one else can imitate, all make people unable to take their eyes away.
For a moment, Luo Wanqing felt like he was going to drown in the overwhelming beauty of the other person.
Suddenly, there was a heavy pain in his ankle. Luo Wanqing gasped for air and at the same time, his feet shrank backwards.
Gu Lanchen moved his hands for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Luo Wanqing with extremely affectionate eyes.
He said calmly, "Does it hurt?"
Luo Wanqing nodded, and the movements of Gu Lanchen's hands became gentler.
Feel the cold medicine being applied to your ankles and flowing into your heart along with your skin.
Inexplicably, Luo Wanqing said suddenly.
"Second uncle, it's great to have you."
Luo Wanqing said something suddenly, but it made Gu Lanchen very happy.
Gu Lan raised his eyebrows, and his eyes looked softer when he looked at Luo Wanqing.
"I don't want to do this.",
Although Gu Lanchen said this in words, he was very honest in his actions.
Luo Wanqing pouted slightly, "You obviously like this!"
Finally, under Gu Lanchen's careful bandaging, Luo Wanqing's ankle was tied with a beautiful bow.
Knowing that Luo Wanqing didn't like to be restrained, so he often secretly removed the bandages for urine, Gu Lanchen spoke in a somewhat paternalistic manner.
"Don't take off this bandage before going to school tomorrow."
"In order to supervise you, I will sleep with you."
Under Gu Lanchen's coercion, Luo Wanqing had to get into bed reluctantly at night.
I don't know why he was so active from time to time because of his fists at the night market. As soon as Luo Wanqing got into bed at night, he fell into a deep sleep with exhaustion.
The next day.
As soon as Luo Wanqing arrived at the school, he saw a bunch of reporters waiting at the school gate, each carrying a long gun or a cannon. When they saw her coming, they immediately rushed up like a swarm of swarms.
"Miss Luo, we all saw your wonderful performance at the night market yesterday, let's talk about your mood."
"Miss Luo, may I ask how deep your attainments in martial arts are? You may look very thin, but your boxing and kicking skills are eye-catching!"
"Miss Luo..."
Unexpectedly, such a scene would be staged at the school gate. Luo Wanqing waved his hand, and the security guards at the gate immediately swarmed up and blocked the reporters.
Looking back at the reporters huddled behind him, Luo Wanqing said calmly that it was just a matter of effort, and then returned to class.
From a distance, Luo Wanqing saw Lin Sheng sitting in his seat with a look of despair.
"What's wrong? You look so lethargic."
With a glance, Lin Sheng looked at Luo Wanqing, who had arrived late.
Lin Sheng sniffed and sighed.
"I didn't expect that I didn't become famous on the talent show before. I became popular on the night market video first. Today, I was blocked by a group of reporters at the school gate. My hair was all messed up."
"Well, it can be considered as a small experience of the life of a female star."
Listening to Lin Sheng's strangely angled speech, Luo Wanqing couldn't help but twitch his lips.
On one side, a black shadow pressed down.
Luo Wanqing raised his eyes and saw a tall and thick boy standing aside.
Today, Wang Long seems to be more coquettish than ever before.
Frowning slightly, Luo Wanqing said, "Is something wrong?"
"I just heard that you were surrounded by reporters at the school gate. I came here specially to see if you were okay."
"What can I do?"
Although Luo Wanqing refused to socialize ineffectively on weekdays, he was at least respectful and polite to everyone.
Wang Lung is one of the few characters who makes Luo Wanqing feel bored even if he takes even one look at him.
Seeing the person in front of him being so resistant to him, Wang Long's eyes seemed to flash with a hint of embarrassment.
His eyes came into contact with the cup on Luo Wanqing's table, and he reached out to take it.
"Do you want hot water? I'm going to get some water. I'll help you get it."
The moment Wang Long's palm was about to touch the cup, a hand next to him suddenly stretched out.
I saw Su Mu standing on one side with a smile, with a hint of unexplained hostility in his tone.
"Brother, are you here to take my job?"
After saying this, Su Mu picked up Luo Wanqing's, his own, and Lin Sheng's cups, waved them, and headed for the door.
Lin Sheng's eyes also moved to Wang Long.
"No, Wang Long, your Zhou Yuying just went in to use the sewing machine, and now you're targeting my Wanwan?"