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Chapter 447 I Call You In The Bath

On the way back to Tingzhi Jiayuan, Luo Weiwei wanted to say something several times, but she swallowed it all the way.

What she wanted to say was nothing more than asking "Did you hit Long Yuantai because of me", or "Is it because you care about me so much that you made such a big fuss".

But I really asked, and then what?
She used to be confident that Fan Yihang liked her, so she confessed to him several times to express her heart, and then what was waiting for her?
Fan Yihang flatly refused.

That's right, Fan Yihang even rejected her in a flat way, as if rejecting someone's intentions was nothing to him.

But thinking about it, he wasn't wrong either.What's wrong with not liking someone who likes you?
But being rejected again and again, she really lost her previous self-confidence, and at the same time lost her courage.

It is too difficult for her to ask "Fan Yihang, do you like me" or "Fan Yihang, are we together?"

Therefore, she still felt that Fan Yihang might have done that out of concern for his friends or partners.

Luo Weiwei bit her lip, with complicated emotions surging in her heart.

After a while, Luo Weiwei loosened the hand holding the corner of her skirt tangled, thinking: Forget it, anyway, she has never been able to see through Fan Yihang's heart, so why should she trap herself in something she can't understand?If Fan Yihang really had that kind of thoughts, why should she ask?

After figuring this out, she suddenly became enlightened, and she never dared to watch Fan Yihang's eyes move back from the window and land on his hands.

In the flickering light inside the car, the injury on the back of Fan Yihang's right hand was not so clear.

She said, "Give me your hand."

Fan Yihang was looking sideways out of the window, when he heard this, he was half a beat behind before raising his left hand close to Luo Weiwei.

"Not this one." Luo Weiwei leaned over directly, grabbed Fan Yihang's right arm and dragged it towards her.

With the light from the street lamp outside, she could clearly see the bright red color on the back of Fan Yihang's hand. The skin on the joints of the back of the hand was torn apart. There seemed to be a bone visible in one place, and some sand and stones were mixed in it. It should be from Dalong. When Yuanta hit the air, he was hurt so badly when he hit somewhere else.

Her chest was empty, she frowned and looked at Fan Yihang and asked, "Aren't you in pain?"

Fan Yihang shook his head calmly: "It doesn't hurt."

"You lied!" Luo Weiwei put Fan Yihang's hand on her knee lightly, and then said to the driver: "Uncle, go to the nearby hospital first."

The driver quickly agreed, stepped on the gas pedal by the way, and the car speeded up within the speed limit.

Fan Yihang wanted to say no, for this injury, it would be better to rub some iodophor at most when he went back, but he hadn’t experienced this feeling of being cared and worried for a long time, and he didn’t speak for a while, and when he looked up again, the car had stopped. at the door of a hospital.

The hospital was as lively as ever, even at [-]:[-] am, but fortunately there were not many emergency patients tonight, and the two of them were called in by the doctor within a few minutes of waiting.

Ten minutes later, Fan Yihang came out with his hands wrapped in gauze.

This kind of weather is actually not suitable for wrapping gauze, but because of the thick ointment, I have to wrap the gauze, and I have to take it off tomorrow.

"After you go back, don't take a bath today, bear with it, and wash it tomorrow night. The doctor said that it will be better tomorrow, and then you can wrap it in plastic wrap before taking a bath. The temperature of the water should not be too high. Forget it Now, call me when you want to take a shower, and I'll wrap the plastic wrap for you." Luo Weiwei recalled the doctor's instructions just now, fearing that Fan Yihang would not take his injury seriously, so he kept talking non-stop.

When she was almost finished speaking, he turned his head and found that Fan Yihang was looking at her steadily, not as if he was listening to her carefully, but as if he saw her seeing something.

Luo Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, she looked away in a panic, and asked, "What are you looking at? Did you listen to me?"

"I'm listening." Fan Yihang added after a while: "I'll call you when I take a shower."

As soon as these words fell, there was a burst of laughter behind him.

Luo Weiwei turned her head and looked over, there were two girls walking behind them, she didn't seem to be laughing at what Fan Yihang said, but she felt a little guilty for some reason, she gave Fan Yihang a look and said: "If you can do it yourself, you don't need to call me. "

Without even thinking about it, Fan Yihang said, "I can't do it."

There was another burst of laughter behind him, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Luo Weiwei's face became hot, and she quickened her pace: "Let's go, it's getting late."

It was indeed very late when we returned to Ting Zhijia Garden, the clock had already pointed to two o'clock, and when we got out of the elevator and reached the sixteenth floor, Luo Weiwei's head was already a little dazed, and she looked a little confused.

After arriving at the place, Luo Weiwei walked directly from the elevator to 1602, only thinking of going back to the room and lying on the bed to sleep, not wanting to brush her teeth anymore.

But just as she took a step, Fan Yihang suddenly called her to stop.

"Luo Weiwei, I'm hungry."

In memory, this is not the first time Fan Yihang said this sentence, Luo Weiwei stared at her drowsy head and said: "I have a takeaway card over there, I will give you something if you want to eat."

If it were someone else, or before tonight, she might kick Fei Fan Yihang, and add a sentence: You have a disabled hand, not a disabled brain, can't you order takeaway when you are hungry?

But tonight, Fan Yihang's hand injury was all because of her, and she couldn't lose any temper.

It's just that Fan Yihang seemed to be pushing his nose to his face a little bit. Seeing that she was so sleepy, he could still speak without any psychological burden: "I want to eat the wontons brought by your aunt."

"Fan Yihang, did you do it on purpose?" Just give it some sunshine and it will be bright?

Luo Weiwei clenched her fists with both hands, she really wanted to punch them.

Just being so angry by Fan Yihang, the sleepy bug also left in anger.

Fan Yihang looked at Luo Weiwei's angry face, and after two seconds of silence, he said, "Then I'll order takeaway by myself, and you can go to sleep."

For some reason, Luo Weiwei only felt that Fan Yihang was wronged and innocent.

Forget it...

Luo Weiwei twitched the corner of her mouth, and said patiently: "Come here, I'll cook for you."

Fan Yihang's eyes flashed with joy, and he followed her into the door of 1602.

Luo Weiwei pointed to the sofa in the living room and said, "Sit down first."

Fan Yihang subconsciously said, "I'll help you."

"You?" Luo Weiwei looked down at Fan Yihang's gauze-wrapped hands, and said with an expression in his eyes: Come on, why don't you cool off and rest.

Fan Yihang also realized that he couldn't help much now, so he silently took back what he said just now, sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for Luo Weiwei to feed him.

At two o'clock in the morning, Luo Weiwei cooked wontons for Fan Yihang. While stirring the uncooked wontons in the pot, she felt that this moment was especially magical.

Before Fan Zengming's funeral, she really thought that she would never have anything to do with Fan Yihang again in her life. How could she have imagined that she could cook wontons for Fan Yihang now at two o'clock in the morning?
But who knows what's going on in the world?She didn't expect to see Liao Run again, and learned from Liao Run how terrible Qin Qianqian was.

(End of this chapter)