He is a fan of thousands of men who sell fairy vegetables [Rebirth]

Song Yuanxiao picked up Fu Xiaotian on his back, strode towards the other end of the alley with a pair of long legs.

The door of Fu Xiaotian's house was open, he went straight in, and saw a half-person-high wooden stool in the small living room, walked over, lightly, and placed Fu Xiaotian on the wooden stool extremely carefully.

"Do you have any medicine at home?" Song Yuanxiao's eyes were calm.

Fu Xiaotian stretched out his white and beautiful right hand, and pointed to the drawer in the lower right corner, indicating that the medicinal oil should be placed there.

Song Yuanxiao paced over, squatted down and opened the drawer, searched, and found that there was no medicated oil that could be used to apply wounds, only scattered medical cotton.

He stood up and walked to Fu Xiaotian's side, bent his knees and half squatted in front of Fu Xiaotian's body, and said: "Your family has run out of medicinal oil, I will go out to buy it later, first use cotton to stop the bleeding."

"En." Fu Xiaotian nodded his head.

Song Yuanxiao stretched out his slender white hands to pinch Fu Xiaotian's trouser legs, and slowly and carefully lifted them up to his knees. Looking at the sticky blood on his knees, he frowned unconsciously, and said, "What did you say just now?" It doesn't hurt, the wound is so big."

Fu Xiaotian smiled and said, "It's okay, I don't feel any pain at all for this small injury."

Indeed, he felt no pain.

He has already experienced death, so why would he feel pain for such a small injury?

Compared with the things experienced in the previous life, this is really not even a feather.

Song Yuanxiao picked up the cotton and gently spread it on the wound on his knee, telling Gu Chentian to stop the bleeding first, and he went to the pharmacy outside to buy medicinal oil.

"Yuan Xiao don't go, I'm really fine." Fu Xiaotian said.

"Listen to me." Song Yuanxiao said, "Treat the wound carefully, what if it gets infected."

After finishing speaking, Song Yuanxiao ran out of the small bungalow. He used to ride a bicycle to meet Fu Xiaotian some time ago. He is also familiar with the landscape of this area. After running two blocks, he saw a pharmacy and hurried in. .

I looked at the shelf where the medicated oils were placed, picked up a bottle of imported safflower oil, paused, picked up another bottle of broken pain oil, and grabbed a whole piece of paper with dozens of band-aids attached to it. OK stretch.

When I came to the front desk to pay, I remembered that the medicine drawer in Fu Xiaotian's house was empty, so I bought some common cold medicine and some emergency medicine.

After buying the medicine in a hurry, he carried a big bag full of medicines in his hand, ran across two streets one after another with the wind on his legs, and hurried back to Fu Xiaotian's home.

Walking into the small bungalow, but did not see Gu Chentian.

"Chentian, Gu Chentian." He whispered twice.

"Hey~ I'm here, taking a shower. Yuan Xiao, wait a minute." Fu Xiaotian's voice came from the bathroom.

Hearing the sound, Song Yuanxiao looked into the bathroom and asked, "Your wound hasn't been treated yet, don't get wet, you know?"

"Okay!" Fu Xiaotian responded very crisply.

Song Yuanxiao walked slowly to the plastic chair with the backrest and sat down for a while. At the same time, the claw machine rang. He took out the claw machine and glanced at it. It was a text message from an unfamiliar number. He glanced at it casually, but he didn't recognize it. The confession text message from the girl, and several in succession.

Immediately put that number into the blacklist.

While waiting for Fu Xiaotian to take a bath, a Weibo reminder message was sent from the claw machine.

Song Yuanxiao, who hadn't logged in to Weibo for a long time, entered his account password to log in, only to find that his Weibo was almost taken over by netizens.

[1 comments + 8000 forwards + @我的1 + 2 likes +]

"What's going on?" Song Yuanxiao was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er. In the past, he occasionally logged in, and the number of comments and reposts was quite a lot, but it was not as crazy as it is today.

With doubts, he stretched out his slender, white, bony forefinger and poked open one of Aite's messages, and what caught his eye was a photo of him and Fu Xiaotian having lunch in the vegetable market.

In the photo, less than half of his face was shown, and those crazy fans had already recognized him, and tweeted about him one after another.

#国民校草@宋远小 is so handsome!Brother, I am so amazed by you! ! ! [Song Yuanxiao.jpg]”

#Don’t marry why tease? ! !Ahhh!I want to jump off a building, and I need a kiss from a male god to reduce the number of jumping accidents!mwah!mwah! [Song Yuanxiao.jpg]#

Song Yuanxiao directly ignored these unnutritious news. When he wanted to log out of Weibo manually, he glanced casually and saw that the number one most searched on Weibo turned out to be——

#少年神医医陈天娟!null!out!World! #

"???"

Song Yuanxiao frowned, and thought, "The Gu Chentian on this hot search is not the same person as the Gu Chentian he knows?!"

With doubts, Song Yuanxiao poked into the headlines of Weibo's most searched list for the first time.

What catches the eye is the Weibo post by Zhang Zhenghong, saying that Gu Chentian, a genius doctor, has cured a comminuted fracture and paralysis.

The words were extremely sharp. Looking through the screen, Song Yuanxiao could feel the extremely vicious and vicious hostility from the other end of the network cable, like an ice edge emitting cold air straight up his back.

It was bone-chilling cold.

He looked through the comments on Zhang Zhenghong's Weibo, and found that Zhang Zhenghong not only failed to guide the netizens correctly, but also participated in the debate, pouring high-concentration gasoline into the stove, wishing that the heat wave would burn more and more unscrupulously.

He also slandered Gu Qingjing, the great doctor of medicine, with netizens, and asked Gu Qingjing to go back to his hometown to open up wasteland and plow the fields, so as to vacate the position of the great doctor of medicine and let someone with real ability sit on it.

...actually alluding to himself.

Gee.

At the same time, when Song Yuanxiao was flipping through comments on Weibo, Zhang Zhenghong was sharpening his sword at the other end of the city, preparing to have a heated debate with the majority of netizens, raising the craze to a higher level.

Looking at Zhang Zhenghong's reply, Song Yuanxiao shook his head with some disdain.

Zhang Zhenghong lived up to his name and was actually a...swordman with a sword! !

He thinks that Gu Chentian is a low-level person, even if he knows about his troubles on Weibo, there is nothing he can do about it, and he gets more and more insatiable, forgetting about it.

Unbearable!

No matter who you bully, you can't bully the people you care about.

Song Yuanxiao returned to his Weibo homepage. He had never posted on Weibo, and for the first time, he was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to post on Weibo.

#古陈天 is my good buddy, he is really good at medicine, and he has saved many people, please don’t “marry” people who have nothing to do with you. @张正宏#

Once this Weibo was posted, the fans who followed Song Yuanxiao were like a thousand-year-old iron tree blooming gorgeous flowers, finally looking forward to the first Weibo from the male god!

I thought it was impossible in my lifetime.

When I came back to my senses, I quickly commented:

"Ahhhhh!!! The male god posted on Weibo! The male god, I have been following you for two years, I am your brainless fan! Wow! (づ￣3￣)づ╭"

"No! Am I dreaming? Don't wake me up! O(∩_∩)O haha~"

"Am I the only one who noticed that the male god mentioned so-and-so Gu Chentian? It must be the handsome man who sells vegetables in the market! Yay! It turns out that the two handsome guys are good buddies! They are so eye-catching!!!"

……

The comments from the fans below exploded in an instant. Many fans saw that Song Yuanxiao hit Zhang Zhenghong, and knew that the "marriage" person he was talking about was Zhang Zhenghong, and ran to Zhang Zhenghong's Weibo to mock him.

"I'm angry! Bitch Zhang, shameless, don't even try to kiss my male god and my male god's good friend! [Serious face.jpg]"

"Bitch Zhang is out of the medical circle. She is not good at learning and wants to drag my male god and good friend into the pit. Who gave you face! Hmph! ╭(╯^╰)╮"

"Bitch Zhang sent a message to my male god and good friend to admit his mistakes, or else he will be black forever!!!"

"Bitch Zhang!"

"Bitch Zhang! Bitch Zhang!"

"Bitch Zhang! Bitch Zhang! Bitch Zhang!"

"Bitch Zhang! Bitch Zhang! Bitch Zhang! Bitch Zhang!"

Originally, Zhang Zhenghong, who was still smoking a lighted cigarette, was going to criticize Gu Qingjing with the majority of netizens, but suddenly saw the overwhelming taunting messages, and everyone was criticizing him as a bitch.

Bitch Zhang: "..."

He was bewildered.

"Fuck! What's going on? Are these idiots out of their minds?!" he said.

******

At the same time, after Fu Xiaotian finished the shower, he stretched out his hand to open the brown solid wood door of the bathroom, walked out with a pair of straight long legs, and saw Song Yuanxiao playing with the claw machine, he stretched out his hand to scratch his temples The hair said: "Yuan Xiao, when did you like Weibo so much?"

Hearing the sound, Song Yuanxiao suddenly raised his head and looked towards Fu Xiaotian, his eyes suddenly froze.

As if the pause button was pressed, he fixed his eyes on Fu Xiaotian in front of him.

At this moment, Fu Xiaotian was wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxer shorts between his crotch.

His short ink-like hair was still stained with crystal clear drops of water, the lines of his fair neck, and the protruding Adam's apple that wriggled up and down. There were faint water marks flowing down slowly along the tight and well-proportioned muscle lines. Flowing through eight small bumpy and very attractive abdominal muscles, wading through two sexy mermaid lines flowing into the edge of the pants.

Every muscle in his body erupted with extremely alluring male hormones.

When Song Yuanxiao was in a daze, Fu Xiaotian walked towards him, and in an instant he came to Song Yuanxiao's side, glanced at the bag of medicines on the table, and said:

"Yuan Xiao, you bought so many medicines, do you want to open a pharmacy in my house?!"

Song Yuanxiao was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the expression on his face didn't seem to have changed at all, his aloofness still looked like a green pine covered with snow on a distant mountain outside the city.

"Come here and sit down." His tone was still cool.

Fu Xiaotian took a step forward, walked to the half-person-high wooden stool, and sat on it directly. Song Yuanxiao moved a low stool and sat in front of him, grabbed his right leg, and carefully cleaned the lower knee with dry cotton The wound on his body, and then apply medicated oil to him with a cotton swab.

"If it hurts, you have to tell me." Song Yuanxiao said.

Fu Xiaotian hooked the corners of his lips, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Until the medicine was finished, Fu Xiaotian really didn't utter a word about the pain. If it was an ordinary boy with such a big wound, he would grit his teeth and yell once or twice.

Song Yuanxiao reached out for a large band-aid and pasted it on Fu Xiaotian's knee, then looked at him and said, "You live alone, and you have run out of daily necessities, so you don't know how to buy them. In addition to the medicine, there are two more in the bag." Towels, you use them first. Your toothbrush is about to be changed, and I bought two for you."

Hearing what Song Yuanxiao said, Fu Xiaotian leaned over suddenly, stretched out his hands to hold Song Yuanxiao's cheeks, and said with a smile: "I knew it, Yuan Xiao, you are the best to me!"

Song Yuanxiao: "!!!"

Fu Xiaotian's naked and sexy body suddenly leaned close to him, as cold as Song Yuanxiao's heart inevitably felt a surge of heat!

The author has something to say: new little angel, don't you really spoil me after seeing this?Beep...TOT

The slag dust has been laid flat, please collect it!The fierce tiger is begging for collection, be overbearing and rough!

Fu Xiaotian said, hey, hey, you can't play hooligans if you flirt!

Song Yuanxiao said, don't talk, lie down for me.

┏(^ω^)=Favorites are up!

感谢小天使“windy4”投炸地雷！：2017-03-1302:47:12

Hug the cute little angel and chirp!Choo Choo Choo! (づ￣3￣)づ