Chapter 275

"Oh." Zhong Mingwei nodded his head and stared at the bright red fire pot without saying a word for a long time.

"You're more injured than that girl. You have to keep it well. Don't go down again," said Grandma Chen, looking at him for a long time without saying a word. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of that girl. Qingxuan is not a doctor, but his medical skills are superb. If he says that he's OK, he'll be OK. You can rest assured. ”

ZHONG Mingwei slowly raised his head and fixed his eyes on Chen Qingxuan's face. He looked directly at Chen Qingxuan. Until Chen Qingxuan turned away uneasily, he began slowly: "Mr. Chen?"

"It's just below. What do you call it?" Chen Qingxuan is so busy that he bows to Zhong Mingwei. One is that Zhong Mingwei is an elder of ah Chou. He naturally needs to respect him. The other is that he has a great admiration for Zhong Mingwei in his heart. He just can't respond to Zhong Mingwei for a long time. Chen Qingxuan has to stand straight again. When he contacts Zhong Mingwei's eyes again, Chen Qingxuan suddenly shakes.

What about that look?

There is a disgust and cold that can't be disguised. He looks at Chen Qingxuan so straightforwardly, then moves away his face silently. His Adam's apple slides up and down a few times. It seems that he wants to say something and is suffering from something.

This man is hostile to himself. This is Chen Qingxuan's first reaction, but he feels puzzled. This is the first time they meet, and he saves this man and ah Chou from the snow. But how can this man be hostile to himself?

Chen Qingxuan thought that he wanted more, but he looked at the man and always felt that he was covered with a layer of cold. When he came in with grandma Chen just now, his eyes were full of gratitude.

"Are you hungry? I cooked red bean millet porridge in the pot, or can I serve you a bowl? " Grandma Chen didn't notice the subtlety between the two men. She asked Zhong Mingwei enthusiastically.

"No need," Zhong Mingwei said to grandma Chen, looking up at Chen Qingxuan. "Mr. Chen, please help me to have a look at my girl."

"As I said just now, she's very good. Now she's asleep. You're going to disturb her to have a rest." Chen Qingxuan held fire in his heart and tried to suppress it. "Or I'll help you to see it tomorrow morning..."

"Thank you." Zhong Mingwei suddenly stopped Chen Qingxuan. He looked up at Chen Qingxuan and held out an arm to him.

"Yes," Chen Qingxuan was numb by those deep eyes. He looked up at himself. Somehow, he always felt that this person was the one who was superior. At present, he didn't say anything anymore. He leaned down, took a pair of slippers from the bedside, and then picked up Zhong Mingwei carefully.

After all, Zhong Mingwei felt like stepping on the edge of the knife every step he took. He didn't want Chen Qingxuan to hold him, but he had to lean most of his body weight on Chen Qingxuan's body. Rao is so. His forehead is still covered with fine sweat beads, which is too painful. Not only his feet, but also his knees, every move , Zhong Mingwei's teeth are tightened by three points.

Grandma Chen followed, watching Zhong Mingwei limping, she couldn't help but sympathize with him. This man's leg is too limp. This time it's frozen in the snow for so long. Maybe Chen Qingxuan cleaned his wound and put medicine on it, but it's too cold. Chen Qingxuan sighed when he put medicine on him in the morning, afraid that this man's leg will be more limp in the future No, I can't even stand up.

Grandma Chen doesn't just sympathize with Zhong Mingwei. She thinks it will be more difficult for ah Chou to live in the future. In the end, there is such a crippled and powerful uncle at home, which means that ah Chou has pressed a big stone in her heart and body all her life. Grandma Chen always treats ah Chou as her granddaughter. Now she wants to let ah Chou be her granddaughter-in-law. So at this time Wait, in the heart is more not a taste son, make up a mind, later want to take good care of a Chou, don't let this wench too hard.

Zhong Mingwei was finally supported and limped into a room by Chen Qingxuan. As soon as he entered the room, what he saw was a well-organized desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the top, and a large bookshelf on the back. As ah Chou once said, Chen Qingxuan's family had a lot of books.