Rebirth of Rich Man

At this moment, Zhao fan temporarily put those imaginative pictures behind her, and looked anxiously. Wang Yufeng's ankle was a little red. A gentle touch could make her take a breath.

As for the back, Zhao fan frowned and opened it. A little lower, it was half covered, snow-white and red on his hip. It was obviously a heavy fall.

The expression on Wang Yufeng's face is very complex. Embarrassment is certain, but it is more sad. There has been a layer of water mist in her eyes, which looks distressing.

"No!" Zhao fan frowned and stood up and said, "Aunt Wang, I think I still want to take you to the hospital. This is too serious. If there are any sequelae, Jiajia will kill me..."

With that, Zhao fan quickly turned around and planned to go back and change his clothes.

Wang Yufeng hurriedly said, "Xiao Fan, don't... don't go to the hospital. I can feel that it's just some skin injuries and tendons. There's safflower oil in the drawer of our bedroom bedside table. Wipe it a little and it'll be all right tomorrow."

Zhao fan quickly took a deep breath, took back his mind and suppressed his restlessness. Just now, he had fantasies and didn't control his strength, which hurt Wang Yufeng.

Finally, the ankle was wiped. Zhao fan quickly asked softly, "how's Aunt Wang? Is she better?"

Wang Yufeng tightly grabbed the bath towel, nodded and said, "the ankle is hot now. It should be safflower oil. It's on the waist and back... It hurts badly."

Zhao fan swallowed his saliva and hurriedly took a negotiated language: "Aunt Wang, can you move now? If you can, lie on the sofa first. I'll help you put safflower oil on it. If it doesn't work, we'll go to the hospital immediately."

"This..." Wang Yufeng was a little embarrassed. She bit her lips and finally nodded.

After taking the medicine and cleaning up, Zhao fan came to the living room and saw Wang Yufeng struggling to get up.

Zhao fan patted his forehead and said with a bitter smile, "Aunt Wang, look at my pig brain. You can't move easily now. Where can you go back to the room? Don't move. I'll hold you."

Wang Yufeng was surprised and quickly said with a smiling face: "no... no, Xiao Fan, I'm a little slower. I should be able to go back by myself."

"Be obedient, Aunt Wang." As soon as Zhao fan bent down, he easily picked up Wang Yufeng and put her in bed. Then he whispered, "Aunt Wang, have a good rest. If you're not feeling well tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital."

Wang Yufeng nodded and answered.