Zhou Xiaolan looked at her bouncing feet: "I doubt your skin is even scratched. Think about what will happen if someone comes."
After Gu Cici saw Lu Zhiyuan, he immediately sat on the flower bed softly and weakly: "It hurts..."
What Zhou Xiaolan could say was that she could only make up for it: "Ci Ci accidentally tripped just now."
Gu Cici looked at Lu Zhiyuan with a pair of watery eyes. He couldn't take care of himself and had no idea. He seemed to be scared to tears: "Did I hurt a bone..."
Lu Zhiyuan didn't have time to look at her, he was already squatting at her feet, taking off his shoes, and checking her injuries.
"Ah, be gentle, it hurts..."
Zhou Xiaolan saw that Lu Shen's beautiful windbreaker fell on the ground and was stained with dust. She anxiously did not take off Gu Cici's shoes several times. Finally, she carefully took off the shoes and placed her hand on her ankle where no trace could be seen at all.
Lu Zhiyuan: "Does this hurt?"
"ah--"
Lu Zhiyuan quickly relaxed and said, "Where is this place?"
"hiss--"
Lu Zhiyuan was a little anxious, but he was not someone who could identify illnesses by listening to sounds. He understood that from the touch, performance, and after his examination, his self-judgment was passed to his brain by convention. The foot he put on his lap... was fine.
"It hurts. I told you to be gentle." She was squeamish and pitiful.
Zhou Xiaolan sincerely thought: "Well, class is about to start, I'll go to class first." He was afraid that he couldn't help but beat her to death: "God Lu, help her take a good look." Don't let this liar go. The top position in a wealthy family depends on acting.
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Gu CiCi quietly opened her mouth: Thank you.
Zhou Xiaolan: Dog food, don’t eat it!
Gu CiCi then began to pester Lu Zhiyuan to take her to the hospital.
Lu Zhiyuan had calmed down and checked several times to make sure everything was fine, but Lu Zhiyuan did not move and still maintained a half-crouched position. He was just worried that her feet were cold, so he held them in his hands and looked at her.
Gu CiCi's humming was not stressful at all, but even more arrogant: "What if I hurt a bone? Look at such a serious injury." The sole of her foot kicked him teasingly on the heart.
Lu Zhiyuan lowered his head and calmly helped her put on her socks.
The ancient poem is like mourning a heir, gasping in pain: "Be gentle, be gentle...it hurts..."
Lu Zhiyuan took her to the hospital without saying anything.
Gu CiCi proudly held his neck and hid in his arms coquettishly, as if she was very proud to be cared for so much: "Am I just in pain?"
Lu Zhiyuan felt helpless: "Yes, you hurt."
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The doctor looked at the patient's wounds thoughtfully.
Gu CiCi grabbed her boyfriend's windbreaker, leaned against his chest, and looked at her legs worriedly.
Lu Zhiyuan was also very cooperative: "Doctor, how is she? Did she hurt any bones?"
Doctor Wan felt that not to mention the bones, the skin was not even broken, but the girl looked like she was seriously ill and was about to die. The boy was indeed good-looking, and it was understandable for the girl to be coquettish, but no matter how understandable,
If the dean hadn't brought the two of them in, he would have let the girls occupying public resources know what it means to be a good person: "Let's take a video first."
"You see it's about to be filmed. Let me just say it hurts a lot."
Lu Zhiyuan was very patient: "Yes, yes." He registered and queued up without feeling any trouble. He even answered a phone call midway and did not leave.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Gu CiCi followed step by step, her obsessed eyes firmly glued to the man she loved most: "Chu Chu, you are so kind to me. If something happens to you, just ask Shen Guangyao to come." He said this.
As he spoke, his eyes were filled with Lu Zhiyuan's eyes, like a puppy about to be abandoned.
The dean came several times to take them through special passages.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at the man who was grabbing his sleeve and looking at him eagerly: "It doesn't matter, we will wait for a while and we will be there soon."
Gu CiCi's eyes suddenly lit up and she held his hand without letting go.
The dean left in fear.
Gu CiCi couldn't believe it with the test results showing no problems. He came out of the hospital with the fact that he hadn't even been prescribed any medicine: "How is it possible? It hurts so much?"
Lu Zhiyuan was very cooperative: "Everyone's level of pain is different, not to mention that it doesn't only hurt when you hurt your bones. Maybe you've been learning to dance recently and you're a little tired."
Gu Cici feels the same way: "I don't know when it will be better."
Lu Zhiyuan turned his head: "Does it still hurt? Are you feeling better?"
Gucici nodded seriously: "Yeah."
Lu Zhiyuan looked at her.
Gu Cici also looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but hugged such a clingy little thing into his arms and smiled: "You, you."
Why didn't Gu Cici know that he had overturned, but what does it matter: "What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? I'm so hurt, shouldn't you stay with me, comfort me, and take care of me? That's the best."
Hurry up."
"Yes, you are right, very much so."
"Then you take me home and stay with me. I'm even hurt."
"Okay." Lu Zhiyuan motioned to the driver to drive.
Gu Cici leaned sweetly on Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Chu Chu, you are so kind to me. You will always be so kind to me in the future. When I feel pain, you will take care of me unconditionally."
Lu Zhiyuan rubbed his head: "How can you curse yourself to get sick?"
"Tell me, do you want to accompany me?"
"good."
"You swear that whenever I feel uncomfortable, you will care about me just like you did today."
Lu Zhiyuan nuzzled her nose, liking the feeling of being stuck to her: "I know."
"You haven't sworn yet."
Lu Zhiyuan was so disturbed by her that he couldn't help it: "Swear."
"I think the wound should be put on a bandage."
"Yeah. Wear a bandage."
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When Shen Guangyao came back and saw the bandage on Gu Cici's foot, he naturally felt that she was seriously injured. Otherwise, would she have alerted Mr. Lu? And Mr. Lu would not have been where he should be for a day, accompanying Gu Cici.
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"Hello sir, Gu Cici, are you okay?"
Feng Yu also walked in. In the ancient study room, Gu Cici was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch with a sketchbook in his hands, his anklets tightly wrapped. Mr. Lu was sitting aside with a document and reading the information. The entire study room
It's warm and cozy inside.
Gu CiCi put away his pen and sat up straight, holding on to the exquisitely carved armrest: "It's okay, I'm much better."
"Don't move, your muscles and bones have been injured for a hundred days, and they are all wrapped up like this. It will be cured."
"It's really okay."
Feng Yu looked at them. Mr. Lu was called away midway and did not come back. He asked someone to inquire and found out that he had a sprained foot. Mr. Lu personally took him to see a doctor: "Madam, it looks very serious. Over there at the school.
If you want to take a few days off, Mrs. Song should also tell her."
Gu CiCi felt a little ashamed when he saw the bruises on Feng Yu's face that were not covered up.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at Shen Guangyao standing next to Gu Cici.
Shen Guangyao looked at the bandage wrapped around Gu Cici's foot: "How did you make yourself so artfully injured?"
Lu Zhiyuan closed the document: "Shen Guangyao, you haven't been back for a long time."
Shen Guangyao was stunned: "Huh?"
"Your dad mentioned you a few days ago and asked you to go back and stay for a few days."