Lord Huo, your little flirt is acting like a spoiled brat again

Chapter 45
Qiao Yu ran back ahead and picked up Su Xing'er.

But when she was about to run to the finish line, Qiao Yu slowed down. There was a hint of sinisterness in her eyes, and she purposely sprinted across the track, trying to pretend to have a sprained ankle and throw Su Xing'er out. As long as she reached the finish line, she would be considered a grade.

Su Xing'er saw that her body was swaying to and fro, her brows and eyes were slightly frowned, and when she was about to fall, she kicked her hard.

But she couldn't stabilize her figure, and she was about to fall to the ground.

"honey!!!"

"Star!"

When she fell, Mo Xuanya rushed over at top speed and laid her under her.

"hiss!"

"what!"

Mo Xuanya took a deep breath, and placed herself under Su Xing'er.

Zhou Ruoxue also ran over.

Qiao Yu did reach the finish line and counted the results, but she rolled over with a lot of scratches on her body and bruised her legs and feet.

Seeing that they were in trouble, the director quickly called the medical staff, "Quick, help them to the rest room."

Su Xing'er supported Mo Xuanya to stand up, "How are you, dear?"

It wasn't a big deal when she fell by herself, but Mo Xuanya felt uncomfortable when she was placed under her. The weight of a person is not small.

"No...it's nothing." Mo Xuanya gritted her teeth, and when she stood up straight, she screamed, "My feet, my feet!"

It hurt her so much!

Su Xing'er turned her head and saw that there was a soda can not far away. Mo Xuanya's foot was pressed on it just now and was scratched.

When Qiao Yu ran here with her on his back, she didn't see this soda can.

The only possibility is that someone lost it when Mo Xuanya rushed over to protect her.

Su Xing'er's eyes drooped slightly, and she first helped Mo Xuanya to the lounge.

There was a wound on Mo Xuanya's ankle, which bled a lot and was slightly swollen.

The doctor shook his head after seeing it, "I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the competition today with this injury."

"No! Even if I'm disabled, I have to finish the game before being disabled!"

Mo Xuanya has a quick temper. When she heard that she couldn't compete, she immediately got up with the doctor.

And her manager was not around, so Zhou Ruoxue advised her, "Don't worry, you can find a solution after the competition, but as an artist, if you suffer from illnesses and injuries, the loss outweighs the gain."

"No!" Mo Xuanya's temper was very hot, and she absolutely couldn't bear such a thing as retiring from the competition.

Su Xing'er glanced at the doctor's medicine box, then asked Zhou Ruoxue to go to a nearby pharmacy and buy her a small bag of silver needles.

Zhou Ruoxue went, and the young male doctor looked at Su Xing'er's appearance and raised his brows, "She just can't compete with this foot, if the root cause of the disease is forced to compete, we don't care!"

In the end is afraid of taking responsibility.

Su Xing'er raised a strand of hair on her cheek, and said softly, "I don't need it here, please go out."

After she finished speaking, Zhou Ruoxue just came back, she told Zhou Ruoxue to invite him out.

The doctor left unconvinced, and immediately complained to the director team, saying that if something happened to Mo Xuanya, it was not their responsibility.

When the director heard the words, he saw Su Xing'er squatting beside Mo Xuanya's legs, pricked her a few times with silver needles, and then quickly bandaged the wound.

The doctor snorted, "Show off!"

The director also frowned, "Su Xing'er, I'd better leave it to the doctor, in case you can't handle it, it's hard to bear the responsibility."

He was thinking of Su Xing'er.

Su Xing'er smiled back at him, "There's no need for the director, she can continue the competition."

(End of this chapter)