The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Wenqing was hugged by Huo Tingshen from the hospital.

The doctor said that after the swelling of the ankle is reduced, you must pay attention to it, because after one twist, it is easy to be twisted again.

After applying the medicine, she originally wanted to limped out by herself, but he picked her up directly and brought her out of the hospital in full view.

Wenqing put her face in his arms the whole time.

Not because of being moved, but because of fear of embarrassment.

Back at Huo’s house, he took her into his bedroom in front of Butler Tong again, and said to Butler Tong: “In the future, let Tingren come here to find Teacher Wen to make up lessons. In addition, starting tomorrow, arrangements Old Chen took Teacher Wen until her feet were healed."

"Mr. Huo, my feet are not that serious, I don't need to trouble Master Chen, and..."

"You sprained because you accompanied me to the dinner party. I should be responsible. Housekeeper Tong, take good care of Teacher Wen."

After he finished speaking, he left her room.

Butler Tong respectfully said: "Good third master."

Wenqing really feels that the pressure is great.

The next day, Master Chen sent her to the school gate.

As soon as she got out of the car, she first saw Bai Nancheng and his Porsche at the school gate.

Many students passing by are secretly taking photos of Porsche.

Bai Nancheng ignored it and moved towards tenderness.

Wenqing looked away and took the crutches handed over by Master Chen.

"Master Chen, you go back first, I can go in by myself."

Master Chen got in the car and left, and Bai Nancheng also came over.

Looking at the bandage on her foot, he was worried: "Xiaoqing, what's the matter with your foot."

"I accidentally fell." Her expression was calm.

"Does it hurt?" He bent down, and just about to check, she turned to the other side.

"It doesn't hurt."

Seeing that she was very alienated from himself, he stood up and looked at her: "Are you still angry with your big brother?"

Looking down warmly: "What makes me angry?"

Bai Nancheng sighed and held her shoulders: "Well, Xiaoqing, I know, yesterday I spoke to you with a bad tone, but after you left so angry, I felt really sad, you are me My cherished sister, you know?"

Seeing his sad expression, the tender heart also felt sad.

After all, in the Bai family, only Bai Nancheng regarded himself as a relative.

Just as she was about to say something, the phone rang.

She took the phone out of her bag and took a look.

It is a long list of unnamed, familiar and unfamiliar numbers.

She glanced at Bai Nancheng, turned her back and picked up the phone: "Hey."

"Within today, take some time to see me."

"Mr., you called the wrong number, I don't know you."

"White love," the other party scolded, "Do you have any rules to talk to me like this."

Wenqing made a fist: "You made a mistake. My name is Wenqing. When my mother wanted to settle me down and asked me to change my name to Baiqing, Mr. Bai strongly opposed it, so I hope Mr. Bai can correct your wrong name, and, Please don’t call me again, Mr. Bai will affect my life, goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

Bai Nancheng looked at her, a little worried: "Dad is calling."

Warmly indifferent: "I don’t have a father, and your surname is Bai, my surname is Wen, don’t say I’m your sister anymore, and don’t come to me anymore. I don’t want to talk to your Bai family anymore. It's involved."