206: C206 Huo Qing Pretended to be Sick

C206 Huo Qing Pretended to be Sick

She was so anxious that she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to cry with red eyes.2

Huo Qingyue was fine to begin with, but when he saw how she was going to cry, he felt that he had caused trouble, so he held her face and said, "Don't worry. I feel that my feet are fine. Don't cry, you can see it when the doctor comes out later. It's nothing big. No matter what, I'm a man with thick skin and thick flesh. "

Gu Yuehuan was so anxious that she went crazy. When she heard this comforting words, she touched his hand and said," It's not like what you said. Heavy injuries are the most unbearable. I am just afraid that if something happens to you, what will I do? I heard that having a serious injury will take at least 100 days to recover. The later it is, the greater the delay. No, I have to find a doctor for you."

Huo Qingyue immediately pulled her back in fear," Don't, don't do anything reckless. It will be our turn soon. There was another one in front. But you're so worried about me. Didn't you throw a cold face at me yesterday? I was very angry yesterday. Why am I so worried now? I'm so worried that I'm going to cry. Look, your face is red from crying now on. "

Gu Yuehuan was so angry that she hit his chest when she heard this. There was a sobbing tone in her voice. She said with grievance, "Aren't you talking nonsense? You are my husband. If I am not worried about you, who am I worried about? Did I have to be angry with you about what happened yesterday? It was obvious that you were the one who threw a cold face at me first? You were the one who was the first to act like me, who was cold and violent. If something really happened... Am I not going to care about you? We are already married, husband and wife, if something happens to you... I can cry to death."

Huo Qingyue saw how aggrieved she looked and grabbed the back of her head with one hand. He let her stick close to his chest, kiss her forehead, and tell her, "I was wrong, okay? Can the two of us reconcile? He did not want to have a cold war like before. I admit that it was indeed my husband's fault. He shouldn't have shouted and talked to you like that. But I was worried about you. Look at what happened today. If I hadn't appeared in time, who knows what those two would have done to you. So, it's still not safe for you to set up a stall outside. "

Gu Yuehuan was also scared silly. She still had some lingering fear. If it wasn't for his sudden appearance, she didn't know what those two people would do. Now that she thought about it, she still didn't dare to go.

"En, I will be more restrained these few days. Don't set up a stall. If I listen to you and don't make money, then I won't make money. Let's wait until the store is no longer open." Gu Yuehuan compromised by sticking close to his chest and hugging him.

No matter what, the two of them were husband and wife, so they were very angry. However, their anger was quickly dissipating. Now, the two of them were not angry anymore.

The two of them had already arranged for them to be there when they were talking, so the nurse came out to call them. The two of them quickly went in to see the doctor, and the doctor was the orthopedist.

Gu Yuehuan told the doctor about what had happened just now. She said that he had already injured his bones, and that he had been hit by that brick. It was impossible for him not to have his bones injured, so she was very anxious now.

The doctor had many years of experience and had worked in this hospital for a long time. He was an old doctor. Hearing this, he put on his glasses and checked his leg injury. "It should only have been a hit. There shouldn't be any superficial wounds, right? Does this foot hurt? Does it hurt when I twist you now? "

Huo Qingyue was completely fine. Indeed, he had been hit. It was not a problem for a man with thick skin to be hit.

However, he could not tell the truth. He had just coaxed his wife. If he knew that he lied to her, he would definitely commit domestic abuse.

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