The villain and the heroine heed

Su Yiyuan climbed onto Qian Shuli's back in silence. This was the second time Qian Shuli walked with her on his back, and it was in the scorching summer. During the dog days, it was several degrees hotter than usual. There are lawns on the ground, tall trees are planted all around for shade, and you can still feel the heat.

Tightly grasping Qian Shuli's shoulders, buried her head on her back, looked sideways aimlessly at the trees and flower nurseries slowly passing by, tears crawled over the high bridge of the nose and flowed into Qian Shuli's eyes in the shirt.

Is Qianqian very angry? She doesn't even comfort her when she cries, and doesn't say a word. Su Yiyuan just feels uncomfortable like his heart is scratching his liver.Frowning, thinking about how to coax the money back.

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Qian Shuli lowered her eyes, stared intently at the road, and firmly fixed Su Yiyuan on her back. She felt sweat or tears dripping on her back, and she felt sore in her heart. She suddenly felt that Wronged.Since Su Yiyuan liked Qin Jiahe so much, why didn't he let Qin Jiahe carry her on his back, and he would suffer the crime himself.

But this thought was fleeting in his mind, and the movement of holding Su Yiyuan in his hand became more firm.

Safely carrying Su Yiyuan to the door, before stepping into the door, he heard a bright and sharp female voice resounding in the hall, and the echo echoed in the hall.

"Oh, Miss, what's wrong with you? Butler, come quickly, Miss is injured!"

Xiao Fang with a loud voice is wiping the dust on the wooden spiral staircase carefully with a rag. This is the job she was assigned after she came in. Her father is the gardener in charge of the greenhouse, and her mother is the helper for Zhang Ma. After graduating from elementary school, her grades were not good, so she entered the Su Family Manor and became a maid through her parents' relationship.

Hearing the heavy footsteps coming from the door, Xiaofang looked along the source of the sound, and saw that the young lady was lying on Miss Qian's back with a pale face. There is a tear.

And Miss Qian was already a little staggering, the sweat on her forehead kept dripping down, and even the chest of the shirt was soaked, which formed a clear contrast with the dry cloth around her.

Xiaofang put the rag on the railing of the stairs in two steps, one step at a time, and rushed towards the two of them anxiously, shouting non-stop, calling for the housekeeper who had just taken a nap.

"Miss Qian, please put the lady on the sofa, I will find a wheelchair for the lady."

He quickly ran to knock on the door of the housekeeper who was sleeping in the staff building behind him, slammed on the door hard, and shouted loudly: "Housekeeper, Miss is injured, come out quickly!"

At this time, because of Xiaofang's roar, the servants who were still cleaning their respective areas in the main building poked their heads out one after another, and saw the lady who had made an appointment with Ms. He came back, and his delicate face was pale, and Miss Qian was obviously not much better.

They threw down their work to show their loyalty, pushed Qian Shuli aside to ask Su Yiyuan with concern.

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Qian Shuli looked at Su Yiyuan who was surrounded by everyone who was concerned, and went upstairs to take a bath and change clothes with his eyes lowered and his mouth pursed without saying a word.She has already sent the Buddha to the west to carry Su Yiyuan into the house, and she has so many people who care about her, so she won't get in the way there.

Qian Shuli took out an oversized pure white shirt from her backpack. This shirt was originally intended to be worn as sun protection clothing when going out, but now it can be used as pajamas. She and Su Yiyuan should keep some distance That's good.

She didn't like the heat and took a cold shower. She thought that the cold shower would quench the irritability and anger in her heart, but she still overestimated her self-control.

Letting the cold water pour down from head to toe, Qian Shuli touched the water on his face irritably, looked at the mirror in the bathroom, his white body was looming, and a circle of strawberries was densely planted on his collarbone, like It was a string of red necklace imprints imprinted on the skin, she couldn't rub it off no matter how much she rubbed it, on the contrary, the more she rubbed it, the more red it became.

Looking down the eyeliner, the cherries on the left are obviously much redder than those on the right. I used a bath ball to rub a ball of dense foam to cover the circle of red marks.

Immediately, the shameful scene in the dressing room in the underwear shop popped up in his mind, Qian Shuli washed it roughly unnaturally, and looked away.

He kept telling himself to stay away from Su Yiyuan and control his emotions.

Holding a dry towel in both hands and rubbing his wet hair, he casually put on his shirt and walked out of the bathroom, only to see Su Yiyuan lying sick on his side on the bed, staring in the direction of the bathroom with wet eyes.

Qian Shuli staggered Su Yiyuan's gaze, put the towel on his shoulders, and buttoned up the top few buttons that were not buttoned up. Seeing that the shirt only covered important parts, while his slender, fair and well-proportioned thighs were exposed. Outside, she frowned, she was careless, she thought Su Yiyuan was still downstairs, but she didn't expect Su Yiyuan was already in the room.

He quickly took out a pair of black sports shorts from his backpack and hid in the entrance to change into them.But looking at the protruding chest, Qian Shuli slightly hunched his back in embarrassment, covering it up.

Trying to make her eyes look natural, but her emotions were too tense, causing her voice to be a little tense, revealing her worried emotions: "Are you okay?"

Seeing Qian Shuli's eyes, Su Yiyuan lowered his eyes, fixed his eyes on the pattern on the quilt, and said in a low voice with concern: "I'm waiting for Doctor Song to come, do you want to avoid it?"

The underwear she bought from shopping in the afternoon has not come back, but Qian Shuli only brought two sets. When she saw Qian Shuli coming out in a white shirt, she thought of Qian Shuli's embarrassment. Doctor Song is gay, but He is a man after all, so it's better for Qian Shuli to avoid him.

Qian Shuli was lost for a moment, and after hearing the kindness in Su Yiyuan's words, he walked into the cloakroom.

After a while, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"come in"

Dr. Song, who was hurriedly called by the housekeeper from home, was disheveled and had eye-catching red spots on his neck. He was dragged by the housekeeper to the door of Su Yiyuan, and Su Yiyuan's face turned pale when he entered the door: "What's wrong with you? "

While talking, he walked quickly towards Su Yiyuan, tentatively stretched out his hand and put it on Su Yiyuan's forehead, before Su Yiyuan dodged it.

Glancing at him, he said angrily, "I don't have a fever, please help me to see my two hands and my right foot, I feel like my bones are shattered."

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you take the painkiller? Give me one soon, I can't bear the pain."

Doctor Song straightened his expression, took Su Yiyuan's hand and rubbed it at the joints of his hand, and looked at Su Yiyuan with a little surprise in his eyes.

Su Yiyuan broke his cognition this time. Usually, if the skin is broken a little, he would cry and cry, but this time the bones are a little bit misaligned, but he still can't hold back his voice, and he didn't cry.

Su Yiyuan swallowed the medicine with the warm water handed over by the housekeeper. Seeing the housekeeper's worried face wrinkled like an orange peel, he sent the housekeeper downstairs and asked Mama Zhang to make a small piece of strawberry mille-feuille cake. Bring it up with the two cups of milk tea she brought back.

After sending the housekeeper away, she nodded to Dr. Song, "Take it easy." Then she lay on her back and covered her head with a quilt, biting the gauze that Dr. Song handed her.

The pain came suddenly with the sound of cracking bones. Even after taking painkillers, Su Yiyuan was still sweating from the pain. He bit the gauze hard, and the veins on his neck were exposed. Even though it hurt, he didn't groan.

She believed in Dr. Song's level, and learned from the memory of the original owner that Dr. Song came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. After graduating from a university of traditional Chinese medicine, he turned to study western medicine and worshiped a world-renowned teacher. After graduation, he was hired by Su Dong with a high salary to the Su family and became a low-key family private doctor.

In addition to the confusion of private life, there is nothing to say about professional knowledge.

Dr. Song rubbed the medicated oil he prepared into his wrist little by little, and said loudly and fiercely: "Why didn't I know that your 1.6-meter-small body still hides such a lot of energy? You are really capable, and you still want to learn from others." Fight, did you win?"

Su Yiyuan felt the pain, and when he heard Dr. Song's words, he retorted in a muffled voice from under the quilt: "Please respect the facts, I'm 165, okay! Of course I won!"

Dr. Song was so teased that he put Su Yiyuan's hand gently on the quilt, pulled away the quilt that covered Su Yiyuan's head, and said with a gentle smile: "Okay, take a good rest these few days, don't hold your hands." Work hard, don't go to school, I will issue a certificate for you later, and let Uncle Zhang help you ask for a few days off."

Seeing Su Yiyuan staring at his messy shirt and the flowery pants on his lower body with a wretched and joking face, he patted Su Yiyuan on the head angrily: "What do you know, you little brat! By the way, I'll go Pick a shirt in the cloakroom, I have to go shopping later"

Su Yiyuan swallowed nervously, then thought of something, and smiled with the corner of his mouth upturned: "Don't go, there is a little girl hiding in my little golden house, I will let Uncle Yang take you back later, what is there for you?" If you want to buy it, someone will send it to your home.”

Dr. Song looked at Su Yiyuan suspiciously, and tentatively stretched out his steps to walk to the cloakroom, but was stopped by Su Yiyuan's sharp eyes. It was the first time he saw Su Yiyuan's expression like this. He opened his hands to express helplessness: "Okay, then I won't look at your hidden beauty, but you will only be 18 at the end of next month, for your health, you should wait a little longer~"

Thinking of what Su Yiyuan said just now about the girl in the golden house, she thought of something, her eyes lit up, she walked up to Su Yiyuan with a slight smile on her lips, and asked in a mysterious voice, "Girl?"

Seeing Su Yiyuan nodding, Dr. Song patted Su Yiyuan's head with an expression of someone who came here: "It's okay, you don't need to feel embarrassed if you like girls."

He looked at the closed door of the cloakroom, and then whispered in Su Yiyuan's ear.

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Su Yiyuan: Is it my real mother?Why not let me grow a few centimeters taller!