President Lu's sweet wife

Chapter 200 200 Go back and live for a few days

"What if there is an internal injury?"

Zhou Xiaolan looked at her feet that were alive and kicking: "I suspect that your skin is not scratched, so think about how it will end when someone comes."

After seeing Lu Zhiyuan, Gu Cici immediately sat softly on the flower bed: "It hurts..."

Zhou Xiaolan could only make up for what she could say: "Cici accidentally tripped just now."

Gu Cici looked at Lu Zhiyuan aggrievedly with watery eyes, unable to take care of himself and without ideas, as if he was about to cry from fright: "Did I hurt my bones..."

Lu Zhiyuan didn't have time to look at her, he already squatted at her feet, took off his shoes, and checked her injuries.

"Ah, take it easy, it hurts..."

Zhou Xiaolan saw that Lu Shen's beautiful windbreaker was covered with dust on the ground, anxiously did not take off Gu Cici's shoes several times, and finally took off the shoes carefully and carefully, and put her hands on her ankle where no traces could be seen.

Lu Zhiyuan: "Does this hurt?"

"what--"

Lu Zhiyuan quickly put down his strength and said, "What about here?"

"hiss--"

Lu Zhiyuan was a little anxious, but he was not a person who could distinguish diseases by listening to his voice. He understood. From the touch, performance and his inspection, self-judgment was conventionally transmitted to his brain. The foot he put on his leg...is fine.

"It hurts, I told you to take it easy." She was delicate and pitiful.

Zhou Xiaolan really felt: "Well, it's almost time for class, I'll go to class first." Afraid she couldn't help but beat her to death: "God Lu, please help her to see." Don't let this liar go, the top position in a wealthy family depends on acting skills .

Gu Cici quietly opened his mouth: Thank you.

Zhou Xiaolan: Do not eat dog food!
Gu Ci turned to moaning and pestering Lu Zhiyuan to take her to the hospital.

Lu Zhiyuan had already calmed down, and checked several times to make sure everything was fine, but Lu Zhiyuan didn't move, still maintaining a half-squat position, just worried that her feet would be cold, so he held her in his hand and looked at her.

There was no pressure in the ancient speech, but it was even more arrogant: "What if I hurt a bone, look at such a serious injury." The sole of the foot kicked him provocatively on the heart.

Lu Zhiyuan lowered his head and calmly helped her put on her socks.

The ancient speech is like mourning a concubine, gasping for breath in pain: "Easy, light...it hurts..."

Lu Zhiyuan took her to the hospital without saying anything.

Gu Ci proudly wrapped his arms around his neck, hiding in his arms coquettishly, as if he could be so cared for, very proud: "Is it just because of the pain?"

Lu Zhiyuan felt helpless: "Yes, it hurts."

……

The doctor looked at the patient's wound thoughtfully.

Gu Cici tugged on his boyfriend's windbreaker, leaned on his chest, and looked at his legs worriedly.

Lu Zhiyuan was also very cooperative: "Doctor, how is she? Did she hurt any bones?"

Dr. Wan felt that the skin was not even broken, not to mention the bones, but the girl looked like she was dying of a serious illness, and the boy was indeed good-looking. Girls can understand if they want to be coquettish, but no matter how understandable, If the dean hadn't brought the two of them in, he would have let the girl who took up public resources know what it means to be a correct person: "Take a picture first."

"You see it's about to be filmed, so let me just say it hurts."

Lu Zhiyuan was very patient: "Yes, yes." He didn't find it troublesome to queue up for registration, and he didn't leave even after answering a phone call.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Gu Ci Ci followed step by step, his infatuated eyes firmly stuck to the man he loved the most: "Chu Chu, you are so kind to me, if you have something to do, just let Shen Guangyao come." As he spoke, Lu Zhiyuan was in his eyes, like a puppy about to be abandoned.

The dean came over several times to take them through the special passage.

Lu Zhiyuan looked at the person who was grabbing his sleeve and looking at him eagerly: "It's okay, we'll be there soon."

Gu Cici's eyes lit up, and he held his hand tightly.

The dean left in fear.

Gu Cici held the test results without any problems, couldn't believe it, and came out of the hospital with the fact that he didn't even prescribe medicine: "How is it possible, it hurts so much?"

Lu Zhiyuan was very cooperative: "Everyone suffers from different levels of pain, not to mention that it's not only the bone that hurts. It may be that you have learned to dance recently and are a little tired."

Gu Cici thinks the same: "I don't know when it will be better."

Lu Zhiyuan turned his head: "Does it still hurt? Is it better?"

The old cici nodded seriously: "Yeah."

Lu Zhiyuan looked at her.

Gu Cici also looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help hugging such a clingy little thing into his arms, and smiled: "You, you."

Why didn't Gu Cici know that he had overturned, but it didn't matter: "What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at, people are hurt like this, shouldn't you be with me, comfort me, and take care of me, that's fine Hurry up."

"Yes, you are right, you should."

"Then you take me home and stay with me. I'm hurt."

"Okay." Lu Zhiyuan signaled the driver to drive.

Gu Ci leaned sweetly on Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Chuchu, you are so kind to me, from now on, you will always be so kind to me, I am in pain, you have to take care of me unconditionally."

Lu Zhiyuan rubbed his head: "How can you curse yourself to be sick."

"Tell me, do you want to accompany me?"

"it is good."

"You swear that as long as I'm not feeling well, you will care about me as much as you do today."

Lu Zhiyuan rubbed her nose, liking the feeling of being clinging to her: "Got it."

"You haven't sworn yet."

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help it because of her noise: "I swear."

"I think the wound still needs a bandage."

"Yeah. Bandages."

……

When Shen Guangyao came back and saw the bandages on Gu Cici's feet, he took it for granted that she was seriously injured, or would she alarm Mr. Lu?And Mr. Lu will not go a day without showing up where he should be, accompanying Gu Cici.

"Hi sir, Gu Cici, are you all right?"

Feng Yu also walked in. In the ancient study room, Gu Cici was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch with his sketchbook in his arms, his exposed ankles tightly packed. Mr. Lu was sitting on the sidelines with the documents, reading the materials. The entire study room It is warm and cozy inside.

Gu Cici put away his pen and sat upright, leaning on the delicately carved armrest: "It's okay, it's much better."

"Don't move. You've been injured for a hundred days. It's all wrapped up like this. It will be fine."

"It's all right."

Feng Yu looked at them. Mr. Lu was called away halfway, and he didn't come back halfway. He was asked to find out that he sprained his ankle. Mr. Lu himself brought someone to see the doctor: "Ma'am, it looks serious. If you want to take a few days off, Mrs. Song will also ask."

Seeing the bruises on Feng Yu's face that were not covered up, Gu Cici was a little ashamed.

Lu Zhiyuan looked at Shen Guangyao who was standing beside Gu Cici.

Shen Guangyao looked at the bandages wrapped around Gu Cici's feet: "How did you stretch yourself so artistically?"

Lu Zhiyuan closed the file: "Shen Guangyao, you haven't been back for a long time."

Shen Guangyao was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Your dad mentioned you a few days ago, go back and live for a few days."

(End of this chapter)