Look good

When his eyes touched the familiar face, Qiao Xing's body couldn't help shaking heavily.

His pupils suddenly dilated, and he couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

When he woke up from the bed, he didn't see any trace of the man, and thought that what he saw when he fell down the stairs before was his hallucination.

I didn't expect...it actually appeared...

"Knock knock."

Seeing Qiao Xing sitting on the bed in a daze, Wen Chang knocked on the door again.

"Hello?"

"Please please please please please come in!"

Qiao Xing's tongue seemed to be tied with a complicated bow, and he couldn't say two simple words smoothly.

He once imagined 1000 million scenes when he met Wen Changze again, imagined 100 million touching or pleasing opening remarks, and prepared [-] ways of speaking that might make Wen Changze like him , with a thousand sets of clothing that can make you look handsome or well-behaved.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, his tongue was tied into a bow and his fingers were wrapped into pig's trotters.

A good opening statement cannot be said, and a glamorous first impression cannot exist.

It was a disgruntled face and a mess.

……

After getting permission to enter, the old man standing behind the wheelchair pushed Wen Chang into the house.

Wen Chang was still wearing the white silk shirt he wore during the day, while the old man behind him was wearing a well-fitted gray suit, which looked like a housekeeper's attire.

The two were not dressed solemnly, but both were clean and decent.

Qiao Xing suddenly thought of something, looked down anxiously, only to see that he was still wearing the servant uniform that fell downstairs earlier, the dried blood mixed with dust stuck to the clothes, looking dirty.

that's terrible.

It was too bad to meet again like this.

Looking at Wen Changze who was getting closer, Qiao Xing felt an indescribable panic in his heart.

He arched his back involuntarily, wanting to bend over to cover the stains on the hem of his clothes, and then quickly dawdled back, trying to make Wen Chang unable to see the stains on his body clearly by extending the distance .

It must be very slow to rub with the buttocks alone. Qiao Xing habitually wanted to reach out to the bed for strength, but forgot that he was a disabled person, and pressed his injured palm on the bed.

The heart-piercing pain hit Tianling Gai instantly, and Qiao Xing almost jumped to the ceiling.

"You..." Wen Chang, who had witnessed everything over there, laughed out loud, and asked half helplessly and half funnyly, "Are you so afraid of me?"

"...No, no, no, I'm not afraid."

Qiao Xing said that he was not afraid, but his eyes only dared to glance at the man in the wheelchair quickly, and then buried his head deeply, as if he did not dare to look at Wen Changze.

So embarrassing, so embarrassing.

All the embarrassment was thrown to grandma's house.

As long as he recalled what happened just now, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and never come out again.

"..."

There was a slight rustling sound from the wheelchair rubbing against the ground, and Wen Chang quickly came to the bedside.

Qiao Xing still bowed his head deeply, only the lower part of the silver wheelchair and the soft white silk trouser legs could be seen in his sight.

He really wanted to say something, so he just picked out one sentence from the thousands of opening words he had thought up for countless days and nights.

But the reality is that his limbs were stiff because of too much tension, not to mention speaking, even his breathing was trembling.

"..."

The wheelchair came to a stop, and the ward was silent for a while.

The old man stood behind the wheelchair with his legs straight, like a silent statue.

Wen Chang, who was in the wheelchair, also didn't speak, and only lightly set his gaze on Qiao Xing.

Probably because of too much embarrassment and anger, Qiao Xing turned red from neck to face at this moment, and his whole body was like an overcooked shrimp, and his intact hand was tightly attached to his thigh, and the palm and trouser leg were tightly seamed.

Qiao Xing's eyelashes are very long, curved into a beautiful arc, trembling like the wings of a cicada trying to take off.

It could be seen that Qiao Xing was very nervous.

Wen Chang said to the people behind him: "Uncle Chen, you go out first, please help me close the door when you go out."

"Yes."

The old man didn't ask any more questions, he answered and left the room.

The door closed, and the room returned to silence.

"Okay," Wen Chang said softly, "Can you look up at me?"

"..."

Qiao Xing's body paused, and his heart beat like a drum.

He gritted his teeth, facing the non-stop noise of eardrums thumping, and finally summoned up the courage to raise his head.

As soon as he raised his head, he bumped into eyes like a deep pool.

Wen Changze's dark eyes reflected his dumbfounded face, he looked at Qiao Xing and smiled, relaxed:

"Hey, it's not disfigured."

"?" Qiao Xing couldn't react.

"Just now you refused to raise your head to look at me. I thought you hurt your face and refused to see people."

When talking, Wen Chang always had a smile on his face, and he didn't know if he really thought that way or just said witty words to ease Qiao Xing's tension.

"..." Qiao Xing looked at the dreamer in front of him, but his mouth was stuck again and again, and it took him a long time to answer:

"No...not disfigured."

……Oh shit.

What is this answer!Isn't this tm nonsense!

Qiao Xing was almost mad at himself.

"Well," Wen Chang smiled, "it's fine."

"You...you..."

"Ok?"

"When I fell down the stairs before, I fell on the side of your wheelchair. You didn't get hurt, did you?"

Without breath, Qiao Xing uttered the first long sentence after meeting Wen Changze today.

"..."

Wen Chang reacted for a long time before realizing what he said. Seeing his nervous look, he couldn't help laughing, but he still suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth and answered. "Well, it wasn't hurt. You fell to the edge of the wheelchair and didn't touch me."

"Oh...that's it...that's good...thank you..."

"There's nothing to be thankful for, I didn't do anything..." Wen Chang couldn't help it this time, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be so nervous."

"I...you are already worthy of thanks for coming to see me."

"Okay." Wen Chang seemed to have nothing to do with him, so he decided to change the subject and said to him, "Give me your injured hand."

"……Oh!"

Qiao Xing handed over his pig's trotter tremblingly, feeling like his heart was going to pop out.

"..."

Wen Chang gently held the back of his hand, looked around the wrapped palm, and then fell on his arm.

Qiao Xing suddenly realized something, and immediately became nervous again.

——He pulled out the needle by himself just now, and didn't press on the needle port. Now the place where the needle was inserted on his arm has turned a lot of blue.

Sure enough, Wen Chang saw his bruised arms frowning, then turned his head to look at the needles thrown on the bed, and asked:

"Did you pull out the needle yourself?"

"Um……"

Qiao Xing was extremely guilty, like a three-year-old who did something wrong.

"why?"

"I'm going to cash out..."

Before he could say the check, Qiao Xing suddenly realized something.

He hurriedly grabbed the check in his hand, trying to hide it under his fist.

He paused, raised his head and looked directly at Wen Changze.

"Excuse me... do you know me?"

"..." He asked this suddenly, but Wen Chang stared at him in a daze, then shook his head again: "I don't know."

"..."

Wen Chang didn't remember him.

Although this was a matter of course, Qiao Xing still felt a little lost.

But in the midst of the loss, I felt a kind of almost irresistible gratitude.

——Wen Chang not only doesn't remember him, but also doesn't know him.

——Wen Chang doesn't know him, which means...

"Before you fell down, it looked very serious." Wen Chang seemed to have thought something wrong, and explained to him: "So I was a little worried, so I wanted to come and see you."

"..."

"I did not mean it."

"No..." Qiao Xing hurriedly waved his hands, "I'm not saying you're not good..."

"Well," Wen Chang smiled, "I know."

"I'm just too nervous..." Qiao Xing said, "I'm sorry..."

"It's ok."

"..."

The room fell into a brief silence. Two 'unacquainted' people were in the same room, and there was indeed nothing to say.

After Wen Chang confirmed that Qiao Xing was fine, he let go of Qiao Xing's hand and said, "The needle still needs to be injected. It's fine if you pull it out today. Anyway, the anti-inflammatory injection has been given. After that, you can take good care of yourself. I have a fever..."

"Master Wen..." Qiao Xing suddenly raised his head, and said as if making up his mind, "Can I... go to your place?"

"..." Qiao Xing's words came even more suddenly, but Wen Chang was stunned for a while before asking, "What?"

"I'm in charge of cleaning..." Qiao Xing said, "I accidentally broke a bowl while sweeping the floor at noon today, and Master Shen..."

Qiao Xing raised his trotters.

"I think Mr. Wen and Mr. Shen are really hard to serve... I really feel uncomfortable..."

"I heard that you also live at the manor...so..."

"My hands and feet are very clean, and I am very diligent. It doesn't matter if you are not a permanent resident. I can serve you as long as you stay here."

"...can I go to your place?"