My wife is squeamish

Chapter 189 Costumes
Seeing that her complexion had improved, Gong Zhan got up and peeled the pineapple for her.

As before, cut the apples into animal shapes and serve her on a small plate.

An Zhi is like a little squirrel, sticking an apple with a toothpick, one bite at a time, his cheeks are getting bigger, and he doesn't forget to stare at Gong Zhan while eating.

Ask him, "Little brother, are you angry with Zhizhi?"

Gong Zhan raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect her to ask such a question, "Why do you think I'm going to be angry with you?"

An Zhiyan said listlessly, "Because Zhizhi is not obedient, Zhizhi should wait for you to run together, maybe he won't fall down."

"Little brother is angry, angry that you hurt yourself." Gong Zhan nodded her little nose, and helped her tuck the quilt, so as not to chill her.

It is still spring and the temperature is still slightly lower.

An Zhi really knew that he was wrong this time, but as for whether he will make the same mistake next time, that's unknown.

Had a test and got the medicine.

Gong Zhan bought a wheelchair directly from the hospital.

Notified the family and asked the driver to drive an extended Lincoln that is wider than ordinary cars.

Push Anzhi up.

The car drove home smoothly.

Gong Zhan pushed her out of the car again.

Gong Zhan didn't plan to tell his family about Anzhi's injury.

But let Bai Chi arrange the car.

It has already alarmed the family.

Gong Qiao asked someone to check casually, and he knew what happened.

Xiao Meiru received the news and asked her manager Ye Anna to change the announcement time for her. She hurried back and saw sitting in a wheelchair.

An Zhi with his left foot immobilized.

"Anzhi, my poor Anzhi."

Recently, she was filming a drama of the Republic of China, and Xiao Meiru, who happened to be filming a funeral scene today, hadn't had time to change her costume yet.

Wearing a black and white cheongsam, she squatted in front of An Zhi's wheelchair.

The picture is too strong.

I don't know, I thought what happened to Anzhi.

Gong Zhan turned cold, let go of the two handles of the wheelchair, bent down to hug An Zhi, and took An Zhi away without a word.

"What's up with him?"

Xiao Meiru stared blankly at Gong Zhan taking An Zhi away, and asked her husband.

Gong Qiao looked at her clothes, patted her on the shoulder, "Be careful."

"What's wrong with me? Gong Qiao, come back to me, what's wrong with me?" Xiao Meiru caught up with her husband and grabbed his arm from behind.

"Look at what you're wearing." Gong Qiao said angrily.

"Wear it, oops, I forgot to change my clothes, this is a costume, it's really enough." Only then did she realize that she ran back wearing a costume.

Or the mourning clothes in the play.

Really Amitabha! !

Gong Zhan took An Zhi back to the room and let her lean against the head of the bed, "Take a rest first, little brother go down and see if the meal is ready."

An Zhi nodded obediently, not energetic, "Little brother, come back soon."

"Okay, soon." Gong Zhan touched her little hand, feeling a little cold, and covered her with a quilt.

An Zhi was a little sleepy. She leaned back on the bed, drowsy, her little head bit by bit, and she was about to fall asleep completely.

After changing her clothes, Xiao Meiru rushed in from the outside, "An Zhi."

"Ang, Mommy." She raised her head abruptly, her small mouth opened wide.

"Anzhi is all right, how's your foot, show Mommy." When Xiao Meiru saw her down below, she was crying all over herself.

I haven't even had time to look at her injuries.

(End of this chapter)