Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 20 Will We Get Married?

"Are you sick? Seriously?"

"A little cold, it's okay," said Qiao Wanan, "Why is the senior here?"

"I'm here to visit a friend." Chen Suwen said.

"Well, I'm a little uncomfortable, so let's start today..."

"Good night," Chen Suwen held his hand and looked at the medical examination bag in the hospital that he hid behind him. "Why do I need to be checked for a small cold? Can't I see it?"

"Senior, don't... hiss—"

When Chen Suwen heard him groan in pain, he quickly let go, and when he inadvertently looked at his hand, his heart was startled.

Qiao Wan'an's hands were swollen like ordinary people. I don't know if it was because of the lack of timely treatment. Take a second look.

Qiao Wanan was afraid of scaring him, so she quickly pulled down her sleeve to cover it.

Chen Suwen lowered his hand weakly, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had an injury on your hand."

"How did you do it? No medicine?"

Qiao Wanan shook her head, trying to avoid him in embarrassment, "It was wiped off."

It's just that the medicine is not enough.

Chen Suwen saw that he backed away timidly while protecting his hands, his nose suddenly became sore, "Good night, don't you feel pain?"

Qiao Wanan was stunned.

It shouldn't be painful, after all, he never yelled a word of pain in front of Chu Yan.

Chen Suwen grabbed his arm and said forcefully, "Go, let's see the injury on your hand."

The doctor cleaned and disinfected Qiao Wan'an with iodine. Qiao Wan'an's body trembled in pain. Chen Suwen pressed her shoulder from behind and patted her gently, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while."

After applying the medicine carefully, the doctor reprimanded Chen Suwen: "He has a cut on his hand and it's so hot. How can you be a husband? You can't bear to buy him a medicine?"

"The meat has turned black, and I'm afraid it will leave marks when it recovers."

Before Chen Suwen could speak, Qiao Wanan explained: "Sorry, you misunderstood, he is my friend, and he came to see the injury with me."

Chen Suwen smiled wryly and did not speak.

Seeing that Qiao Wan'an had a wedding ring on his hand, and seeing Chen Suwen's worried appearance, the doctor subconsciously thought that he was the patient's husband. Now that he knew that he was blaming the wrong person, he couldn't help but cough lightly in embarrassment.

"Your hand is too swollen, and the ring can't be removed temporarily, but you can use some moisturizing cream to maintain it, otherwise your fingers will be strangled."

Qiao Wanan thanked the doctor, and went out with Chen Suwen to pay for the medicine.

It wasn't until he walked out of the hospital that Chen Suwen asked him, "Where's your husband?"

Good night Qiao: "He originally wanted to come with me, but I came here by myself because I was afraid of delaying his work."

Chen Suwen was silent for a moment, then looked at him seriously, "Good night, tell me the truth, is he really nice to you?"

Qiao Wanan said without hesitation: "Of course."

"Your hand injury, and stomach trouble." Chen Suwen looked a little excited, "Is this how he treats you?"

Qiao Wan'an got a little angry, "senior, let me say it again, I did it all myself, please don't say that about my husband."

Chen Suwen took out his mobile phone, scrolled to the camera page and handed it to him, "Do you know how thin you are now? Do you know that your face and eyes are still swollen? How long are you going to lie to me!"

Qiao Wan'an turned her face away to avoid his gaze, but her voice was already hoarse, "It was just an accident, he actually liked me..."

He used to really like his own.

Chen Suwen felt distressed and sad, he put his hand lightly on Qiao Wan'an Yiqiao's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I was too excited."

Joe shook his head good night.

Chen Suwen looked into his red eyes, hesitated to speak, "Good night, actually I have always..."

Qiao Wanan pushed his arm away, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and showed a pretended relaxed smile: "Senior, I know you are doing it for my own good. I am really happy to have a friend like you."

Chen Suwen's unspoken words were choked in his throat, and he swallowed them silently.

friend?Yes, it can only be friends.

He and Chen Suwen still hadn't eaten the meal, Qiao Wanan was afraid of scaring others again, so he bought a pair of gloves to cover up his ugly hands, and then went to the steamed stuffed bun shop in the morning.

He was good-looking, and he was the group of customers who came early this morning. The boss was very impressed with him, so he came over and said, "Why are you drinking porridge again at noon?"

Qiao Wanan smiled slightly, "The porridge here is delicious, like the taste at home when I was a child."

The boss saw that he looked haggard and still held the plastic bag from the hospital in his hand. He wanted to say something, but he just smiled after all.

Qiao Wan'an didn't know that in the eyes of the boss, he was already a poor little boy who was seriously ill and had no money. He really thought that the porridge in this shop was delicious, soft and sweet, which warmed people's hearts.

But the servants at home seem to seldom cook porridge. Ayan can't eat so much spicy food. If he gets sick like him, his stomach will hurt very much.

So he packed another copy, intending to bring it back for Ayan to taste. If he likes it, he can often cook porridge for Ayan after his hands are ready.If Ayan doesn't eat it, then he has no choice but to treat this delicacy as dinner.

He felt that his plan was perfect, and no food would be wasted.

Before leaving, the boss gave him a few steamed buns, but Qiao Wanan rejected it, and the boss said, "It's already this time, steamed stuffed buns are not easy to sell, just these few, you take it, it can be regarded as helping me solve it."

Qiao Wan'an was grateful, and felt that everyone he met that day was very kind.

He tore up the lens inspection report and threw it in the trash can on the side of the road, leaving only a pile of medicines of unknown use. He put the hot porridge and buns in his arms, and hurriedly took a taxi home.

When Qiao Wan'an came home, she saw Chu Yan's shoes in the shoe cabinet, and immediately felt the wind under her feet, and ran upstairs excitedly.

But before he reached the second floor, he heard faint noises coming from the study not far away.

Qiao Wan'an unconsciously took two steps closer, and his voice became clearer and clearer. He suddenly softened and almost fell against the wall.

"Ayan... ah... slow, slow down..."

He heard his husband panting and calling another person's name affectionately, "Aran, Aran, I love you..."

He Xiran raised his head and kissed Chu Yan's lips, "Ayan, will we get married?"

Chu Yan was about to speak, but when he heard a bang, something seemed to have landed outside the study.

He Xiran shyly hid in Chu Yan's arms, and Chu Yan hugged him tenderly, "It's okay, the servant must have accidentally dropped something."

Not long after, He Xiran blushed and was carried out by Chu Yan, only wrapped in Chu Yan's coat.

As soon as they walked out of the door of the study, the two saw Qiao's good night.

He Xiran huddled in Chu Yan's arms, struggling to get down, and said with a guilty conscience: "Good night, listen to my explanation, Ayan and I..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Chu Yan said to He Xiran.

Why do you have to feel guilty when you do what you like with the people you like?Qiao Wan'an is just a dispensable stand-in, is it possible that he still wants to get angry with He Xiran?

He glanced at Qiao Wan'an coldly, but saw that the latter's eyes were flushed, with some watery eyes, but his eyes were bright.

When looking at Chu Yan, it is always full of infinite yearning and nostalgia like a newborn baby bird is to the creature it sees for the first time.

Suddenly, Chu Yan couldn't say what he said righteously, because Qiao Wan'an didn't seem at all to come to Xingshi to inquire about his crimes.

Qiao Wan'an glanced over the red mark on He Xiran's collarbone, and a big smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but her voice was trembling, "Ayan, I bought porridge for you...it's delicious, and it's still hot , would you like to try it?"