Yan Chuyang stepped back after being hit by him, and said with stubborn eyes: "Of course it is an honor! When you are my age, you may not be as old as me!"
Wei Qing's face turned dark all of a sudden: "Say it again?"
Looking at his menacing eyes, Yan Chuyang stepped back, but still gritted his teeth and said, "You are not as old as me!"
He took a step back, Wei Qing took two steps, and approached the boy sullenly, "Come on, say it again."
Yan Chuyang stepped back again, his eyes were fierce and he said: "Not as big as me!"
Wei Qing's eyes flickered, this time he didn't threaten anymore, he just strode forward to grab someone.
Seeing the man's big hand approaching his shoulder, Yan Chuyang was so frightened that he took a few steps back, but behind him was the window sill, and when he took a sudden step and hit the wall with a bang, the boy's arm inevitably touched a piece of paper placed by the window. Pot Phalaenopsis.
The Phalaenopsis was knocked down and fell to the floor along the window.
"Yan Chuyang!" Wei Qing's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously pushed him away, stretched out his hand to catch a pot of Phalaenopsis that was about to fall off the window sill, and held it firmly in his hand.
Yan Chuyang was unprepared, he pushed him and staggered to the side, and fell to the hard marble floor with a "bang".
Because he fell sideways, the elbow hit the ground first, and the elbow joint hit the ground. He heard a clear cracking sound from the elbow, followed by a refreshing sound. sharp pain.
"Hmm..." the boy gritted his teeth while clutching his arms and grunted in pain.
He wanted to stand up immediately, but obviously, he overestimated his ability to endure. The pain in his elbow made him gasp on the ground with a pale face, unable to move at all.
Putting the Phalaenopsis back on the window sill and turning around, Wei Qing suddenly saw the man lying on the ground, his eyes froze, he quickly squatted down, supported the boy's shoulders and said, "How is it? Where did you fall? Can you stand up?"
"It's okay." The boy broke down in cold sweat, shook off the opponent's hand, and gasped, "Just twisted his arm, and it will be fine in a while."
After finishing speaking, Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth, supported the ground with his uninjured hand, and stood up from the ground staggeringly.
"How could it be okay?" Wei Qing grabbed his wrist, "I'm sweating so much, let me see."
"I'm really fine." Yan Chuyang shook off his hand again, with a calm voice.
"Yan Chuyang!"
"You're not finished!" The boy suddenly raised his head and roared, his eyes were red.
Wei Qing froze there for a while before softly saying, "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Chuyang sneered: "What's wrong with me? Since you think that potted flower is more important than me, why bother to pretend to come here?"
The man's eyes flickered, he looked at the flowerpot next to him and frowned, "That was a subconscious action, I didn't expect to hurt you."
Subconsciously? Yan Chuyang's heart hit hard.
It's really heartbreaking.
That potted flower is so important to Wei Qing's heart, without thinking, the first consciousness will jump out to protect it immediately.
In fact, it is not true. How can we say that flowers are important? Well, this Phalaenopsis was given by Shen Shimin. It should be said that the owner of the flower is important.
After all, those memories are Wei Qing's first love.
"I'll go upstairs first." Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes weakly, he didn't want to argue anymore, no matter how much he said, he would just humiliate himself.
Wei Qing glanced at the boy's elbow, frowned and said, "Why don't you see a doctor if you look like this?"
"I'm fine." Yan Chuyang let out a long breath, raised his head and smiled reluctantly, then raised his injured arm and said, "Look, I'm fine now, it's just numb when I hit the bone Down."
"Yan Chuyang..."
"If you don't believe me, let me bring you a glass of water to see if it's okay?"
"I'll call the family doctor and ask him to examine you."
"Hey, can't you understand what I'm saying?" The boy walked to the coffee table, took a glass of water and waved it to Wei Qing, "Look, you are flexible and healthy, you don't need a doctor."
After finishing speaking, Yan Chuyang put down the water glass, bypassed Wei Qing and went upstairs, "That's it, I'm going upstairs, don't call me to eat, I'm very tired and want to sleep."
Yan Chuyang walked away very quickly, a bit like running away.
When he stepped into the room and closed the door with a bang, the boy could no longer pretend to be calm, and slid down the door with a grim expression, rubbed his elbow and cursed: "Bastard Wei Qing! "
It hurts him to death!
Just after saying this, the boy's eyes suddenly darkened,
Yan Chuyang shook his head, quickly stood up from the ground, and fell onto the bed with a plop.
His arm was dislocated, and the bones at the elbow joint were very fragile. When he hit the ground so hard, even a broken bone could hurt. He doubted his life. He struggled to carry a glass of water, which made things worse. As soon as he went upstairs, his nerves relaxed. When I got down, I fainted from the pain.
When he woke up, Yan Chuyang smelled a bitter ointment smell, and his left hand, which was trembling with pain, calmed down. The boy subconsciously looked at his injured arm, and only then did he know that his left hand was already tied with a bandage. splint.
"Hoo----" the boy let out a long breath, feeling sore in his heart.
If you don't like him, just leave him alone. When will this kind of irrelevant tenderness deceive him
Are you really going to let him sink to the point where you can't leave him
A slight breathing sound rang in his ears, Yan Chuyang turned to the right, only then did he see that Wei Qing was sitting in front of the bed with his arms folded, leaning against the bedside table, sleeping with his eyes slightly closed.
He was originally guarding Yan Chuyang, but he fell asleep due to exhaustion.
The man's facial features are profound, his brows are sharp and his nose is straight. Even when he is asleep, he looks ridiculously good-looking.
After staring blankly for a while, Yan Chuyang still couldn't hold back, raised his hand, started from Wei Qing's waist and walked up, touched the slightly protruding joints of his elbows, touched his slender fingers, and then Going up, I came across a chin that was a bit tricky, but very firm and beautiful.
His chin always seems to be prickly, and no matter how cleanly he is shaved, he will still be rubbed against his face when he is kissed.