The young master of the president kneels and sings conquest

"The patient's right hand has a slight fracture, and it will be fixed with a plaster cast. It will recover after a week of rest." Outside the door, the doctor was telling Lan Qianchen.

While listening, Lan Qianchen looked at the villain in the ward. She was already awake, her black and white eyes were wide open.

Yin Xiayue sat on the side, silently peeling apples for her.

After listening to the doctor's order, Lan Qianchen walked in.

Lan Sitong seemed to have regained a little energy now, turned his head to look at him, his expression was a little excited, "I already told you, this woman pushed me down, why do you still let her stay in the room with me alone, don't be afraid Will she hurt me again?"

"No, it's impossible for her to push you." Lan Qianchen was decisive this time, with such an affirmative tone that even Yin Xiayue turned her head to look at him in surprise.

Lan Sitong burst into tears, her hair was scattered on her chest, "Then do you mean that I'm lying?"

Lan Qianchen was silent.

"Why don't you believe me anymore since this woman came to our house!" Lan Sitong shouted excitedly in the ward, and tried to pull the plaster off his hand!

"You go first." Lan Qianchen took the apple from her hand and pushed her out of the ward.

Yin Xiayue silently stared at her toes and walked straight forward, not caring how many people she bumped into.

But someone bumped into her, but he seemed to want to make things difficult for her, so he just refused to give way!

"Aren't you annoying!" Yin Xiayue raised her head angrily, but when she saw that face, she was shocked!

It turned out to be... Yun Jinran!

His crescent-like eyes that used to smile in the past are now narrowed tightly, overflowing with a sharp edge, and he clenched his hands into fists, as if trying to suppress his emotions.

"I just received a text message from Lan Sitong. You pushed her down the stairs! She was injured!"

It's not a question sentence, but an affirmative sentence. Yin Xiayue raised her head, before she could make any excuses.

"Slap—" The slap directly slapped her ponytailed hair down, which shows how powerful it is!

Yin Xiayue turned her head in surprise, and looked at Yun Jinran's distorted face due to anger.

No...it's not her brother.

Her brother would not disbelieve her!

Her Xiaoran won't do that!

"Sister, I will always be on your side..." That was what Xiaoran said, but why does this person in front of him look so strange?

A stern voice came from not far away, "Tie up this kid!"

Mo Lixin strode forward, holding Yin Xiayue in his arms, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of murderous intent, permeating the entire space.

Immediately, two burly men clasped Yun Jinran's hands behind his back, making him unable to move at all.

Mo Lixin looked at her swollen face distressedly, with a melancholy and complaining tone,

"Stupid girl, you hurt yourself again! Why don't you love yourself so much?"

Yin Xiayue kept her head down, not saying a word, but with her appearance, he felt a commotion in his heart, as if a small tongue was licking the tip of his heart, itching.

He hasn't been close to women for a long time, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him, he thinks he can't do it.

However, the basic bodily functions recovered at the moment of seeing her, waving the flag and shouting.

He felt pain and joy in his heart, it turns out...he is not dying!