As Lu Yili expected, Lin Chuang did not die young, but suffered a slight concussion.
A slight concussion could be a big or small matter. Lin Chuang had no other reaction. The doctor suggested bed rest.
Lin Luxifei cried and asked Lin Chuang to be hospitalized. The 1.8-meter-long young man curled up on the 1.6-meter-meter hospital bed with a full hood on his head. He was really depressed.
"Sister, I'm really fine. There are so many of you around me. If word gets out, do I still have to hang out?"
Lin Luxi looked at Chu Chu pitifully, but spoke to his brother with great force: "If Mr. Lu hadn't been merciful, how could you still be lying here talking to me? Why don't you apologize to him quickly?"
Lin Chuang raised his head suddenly, showing an unconvinced expression, obviously unwilling to apologize to Lu Yili.
There are two kinds of people in a family.
"What's the point of apologizing? Thank you. I didn't even pour oil on you. Just be satisfied."
Lu Yili stood there with one hand in his pocket. He had no intention of arguing with the little kid. His toes were always facing the door, as if he was ready to leave at any time.
Lin Luxi felt anxious, and from time to time he looked up at Lu Yili and said obediently: "Master Lu, my brother has always regarded you as his idol."
"Shit! He is the one I despise the most!" Lin Chuang slammed his phone down and hit it next to Lu Yi's gift shoes.
Fragments of glass from the screen fell to the ground.
Wen Yan raised her eyelashes slightly and saw that Lu Yili was touching his cheek, and his amber eyes narrowed inertly. She knew very well that this was a precursor to his anger.
In fact, she didn't understand what he was angry about.
The brother of the rumored girlfriend didn't give in either.
Lu Yili smiled a little evilly. He stepped on the fruit phone with his motorcycle boots and crushed it to the ground until it was broken into pieces.
"It's all rotten anyway, so let's make it even more rotten."
I don’t know if it’s the mobile phone in question or someone else.
The atmosphere became tense.
Wen Yan tried his best to reduce his presence and walked close to the wall.
Lu Yili suddenly started walking.
Wen Yan followed closely, but did not dare to get too close, fearing that the fire would burn her.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yili stopped suddenly. His shoulders were narrow, his waist was long, and his legs were long. The muscles on his back naturally bulged under his racing suit. He was a sight to behold when he stood there.
"You get busy, I'm leaving." Wen Yan thought that he regretted it and wanted to go back the same way, so he subconsciously said what was in his heart.
Lu Yili turned around and glanced at her, wanting to scold her for not being able to see.
But facing her face, he couldn't say a harsh word.
He really had no idea about Wen Yan.
"Hurry up and catch up."
"Where to go?"
Lu Yili raised his eyebrows but said nothing. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, opened his long legs and walked forward.
Wen Yan followed.
When we walked out of the hospital, the sky was gray, the humid air drifted, and the smell of earthy mold filled the nasal cavity.
It should be raining soon.
Wen Yan rubbed his ankle quietly. He didn't feel it yet in the building, but he felt uncomfortable as soon as he walked out.
Now she just wants to go back and rest quickly.
I thought the two of them would go back to their respective homes, but unexpectedly, Lu Yili said slowly: "Go and eat, don't tell me you're not hungry."
Wen Yan was really hungry, but that didn't mean she was short of money for the meal.
"No need to trouble Mr. Lu, I can just eat whatever I want."
Just as Wen Yan turned around and was about to leave, her arm was suddenly grabbed by Lu Yili. He exerted force and walked very fast, so she had to follow him.
The ankle rubbed against the leather, causing it to suddenly pull. Wen Yan couldn't help but hiss.
Lu Yili paused, and then noticed that the skin on her heel was abraded, red, and a little swollen, especially on fair skin.
Probably understanding that Wen Yan's journey was not easy, he glanced at the high heels under her feet and commented lightly: "Beautiful instrument of torture."
Wen Yan was speechless to refute, because Lu Yili really made sense.
In her shoe cabinet, there are thousands of pairs of high heels, high and low, each of which is a unique product from a master, ensuring that different clothes can be matched differently, and it is not an exaggeration to call them beautiful torture tools.
Fortunately, she has long been used to it.
Wen Yan was still thinking about moving his ankle, but Lu Yili said naturally: "Take it off and put on mine."
What?
Wen Yan's eyes froze slightly, suspecting that there was something wrong with his hearing.
