Damn it. I'm married to the president!

The little hand hammered his weak legs and his face was depressed.

Originally, her legs were weak only when she was in a state of extreme panic or extreme tension. Now this is the first time. I don't know if it was because she was too crazy or too tired last night. At this moment, her legs can't make any strength.

Take out the mobile phone, want to find someone to help her, but think now is working time, sorry to trouble them, finally even.

Sit for a while and you should be able to stand up

Unfortunately, it backfired. Shen qinger sat on the stairs for half an hour, but his legs were still not good.

Seeing that it was almost 12 o'clock, she remembered that she wanted to ask for a leave for Mr. Han. She quickly sent him a wechat: Mr. Han, I'm not feeling well. I can't go to the newspaper today. Is it OK to ask for a day off?

Reporter Han Ziheng: hospital certificate is needed to ask for sick leave.

Qing Guoer: then I'll be absent from work.

Reporter Han Ziheng: you can find Qi Shao to give you a certificate. As long as he calls in, he can be your field worker.

You want to trouble him to call again?

Shen Qing'er didn't want to do that, so he said, "I'd better be absent from work. I don't want the full attendance this month.".

Reporter Han Ziheng: ha ha, I'm joking with you. If I can't come, I'll have a good rest at home.

Pour the pot

This kind of joke is not funny at all!

After putting the mobile phone away and looking at the long winding stairs, Shen qinger took a deep breath and decided to try to walk down with the handrail.

Shen qinger, you can do it!

Shen qinger stood up against the wall and finally walked to the first floor.

The result has not had time to be joyful, sat on the last step again.

I can't help it. She did her best.

At this time, a lightning figure suddenly came to the other end of the corridor. In the blink of an eye, it came to her and picked her up.

"Qing'er, what have you done?"

His breath is heavy and his heart beats fast, which is a sign of over tension.

Shen qinger looked at his handsome face and murmured: "I didn't fall from it. I came down by myself. I didn't get hurt."

"I thought you had an accident." Qi Yuyao was a little relieved, then he thought of something, and his eyes fell on her legs.

"What happened to the leg?"

"Maybe I knelt too long last night and couldn't use my strength in the morning."

Hearing the speech, Qi Yuyao felt remorse and said in a deep voice, "sorry, we won't do this posture in the future. I'll take you to wipe some medicine."

Shen qinger's small face was slightly hot. He ran out of control of what happened last night. He felt more and more ashamed and buried his face in his arms.

It's a shame

Qi Yuyao took her into the office and ordered someone to find the medicine box.

When she pulled up her trousers and pulled out two black and purple pineapple covers, Qi Yuyao's heart tightened, as if he had missed a beat.

He knew that she was as fragile as a porcelain doll, but he never thought that her knee was so purple last night

"Does it hurt?" Qi Yuyao carefully dipped the medicine into her skin.

Cool, Shen qinger felt a little itchy, "it's not very painful, it's itchy."

"Itching should be tolerated, and only after wiping the medicine can it disperse faster."

"Er..."

Shen Qing'er stares at his knee and looks out of his mind for a moment.

"Mr. Qi, how long does it take for my knee to recover after taking the medicine?"

"Look at your constitution."

"Then I'm not going to wear pants for a few days?"

Knee purple like this, certainly can't show to people to see, otherwise will be laughed at.