Chief’s Tip Pet: Sweet Wife, New Online

The two of them stood across a long corridor like this for a long time, without saying anything.

In the end, Qi Anran took the first step to break the silence, and tentatively asked: "Are you free now?"

An Yao twisted his eyebrows, as if he was a little confused about the meaning of Qi Anran's words, he paused for a while before saying: "Yes."

"Why don't you find a place to sit down and have a chat?"

An Yao: "..."

Just when Qi Anran thought this person might reject him, she heard her reply in a dumb voice: "Okay."

Huo Yizhen at that time didn't know that just after his front foot was gone, the future daughter-in-law would run into his number one suitor.

When he rushed to the infirmary with the soldier, the doctor was stitching Sang Lao.

The old man howled so hard in the room that Huo Yizhen could hear his exasperated yelling from far away: "Oh, you lighten it, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! There are still a few more shots, Can you hurry up? Wait, wait, slow down!"

Before Huo Yizhen came, he was worried that Sang Laozhen would be smashed, but he would be greatly relieved when he heard his roar.

There is still the strength to direct people, it seems that it should not be particularly serious.

The doctor in charge of stitching Sanglao also looked helpless: "I said you will make me faster and slower for a while. Should I be faster or slower? And if I remember correctly, I gave you anesthesia just now. Does it really hurt?"

Old Sang was blushing when the doctor said, and it took him a long time to say: "I, I, I...I am dizzy, you can relax and get rid of it early!"

Everyone at the side: "..." If you faint, do you faint and howl like a dead father?

Old Sang gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and a few people on the side rushed forward to help hold him down to prevent him from struggling in the stitching process.

After some tossing down, he finally sewed the wound on his head.

Sang Lao, who had been stitched with five stitches all at once, leaned over the chair with a haggard face, his face pale, and his whole body was wandering away, looking dying.

Huo Yizhen rushed over to take a look at the wounded as soon as he entered the door, and frowned: "Is his injury serious? Does it affect his body?"

Su Haochen and others unexpectedly saw Huo Yizhen appear, his face was pale, and he guilty of hiding to the side, and whispered hello: "Old... Boss..."

When Huo Yizhen saw him, he couldn't help but frowned, feeling that Sang Lao's injury was a bit difficult, especially after seeing so many people in this small infirmary!

"Five stitches will of course have some effects. Fortunately, no aorta or bones are scratched. It is just a skin trauma and excessive blood loss. There is no problem if you are recuperating for a period of time."

Huo Yizhen breathed a sigh of relief. After knowing that the person was fine, he immediately began to investigate the whole story: "How can the good-natured be hit by the flowerpot? I heard that it was hit by the fallen cactus flowerpot, who owns the cactus?"

Someone in the crowd raised his hand cautiously: "I, mine...but this can't be all to blame for me! If it wasn't...or..."

The man secretly glanced at Su Haochen who was not far away, but did not say the other party's name at all, and his head lowered slightly and the voice became smaller and smaller.

Huo Yizhen saw his every move, his eyes drenched slightly, and he said coldly: "To be honest, otherwise everyone here today will sit with you!"