Young Master Gong, your vest has fallen off!

Chapter 780

Chapter 780

"Gong Beijue, you are wearing such thin clothes, you will really catch a cold, I am not cold, but my hands are a little cold." Fei Chuyan wanted to take off the windbreaker and give it to him.

"Fei Chuyan, how dare you take it off for me to try!" Gong Beijue glared at her viciously, "You put it on first!"

Hearing the words, Fei Chuyan pursed his lips and put on his clothes. Seeing him not moving for a long time, he said incomprehensibly, "Gong Beijue, hurry up and connect your arm. You won't be in pain if you connect it earlier."

Gong Beijue frowned and groped his shoulder blades with his slender fingers, his chest felt extremely aggrieved.

damn it.

He has never received a dislocation injury, and he just said it to prevent her from going to the villa.

He dug himself a hole and now he has to jump in!

Fei Chuyan looked at his movements without missing his every expression.

"Can Gong Beijue pick it up?"

Gong Beijue looked at her when he heard the words, her eyes were full of expectation and worry.

If he said he lied to her, she would lose her temper and go back to the villa to get the money.

This dead woman is so stubborn.

"can!"

Gong Beijue purposely sat sideways with his back facing her, gritted his teeth, and suddenly he squeezed his hand hard, only to hear a click, and abruptly connected the dislocated arm. on the back of the chair.

"What's the matter with you, Gong Beijue?"

Because his back was facing her, Fei Chuyan couldn't see his current appearance clearly at all.

"fine!"

Gong Beijue leaned on the back of the chair and said in a low voice.

"You let me see."

Fei Chuyan sat next to him, and saw that he was clutching his arms tightly, with his head resting on the back of the chair, his forehead was covered with thin sweat, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his face was frighteningly pale.

"Is Gong Beijue in pain?" Fei Chuyan put his hand into his pocket but found that she didn't put paper in it, so he wiped his sweat gently with his sleeve and asked anxiously, "Is Gong Beijue feeling better? "

"I can't die!"

Gong Beijue sat up and leaned weakly on the back of the chair, the broken hair on his forehead was a little wet.

"Gong Beijue, don't let me lend you my shoulder."

Fei Chuyan patted her shoulder and said.

"Heh." Gong Beijue chuckled softly, leaning back on the chair without moving.

"Forget it." Fei Chuyan carefully looked at his arm, "Gong Beijue, is your arm connected now?"

"En." Gong Beijue replied softly.

"But you look very hurt now, are you really all right?"

She sprained her ankle before, and when the doctor picked it up for her, it hurt for a while and then it went away.

Didn't he already pick it up?Why does it still look so painful!

"fine!"

Gong Beijue said forcefully, still holding on.

"Gong Beijue, your technique may be so painful because you haven't taken it for a long time and your technique is rusty." Fei Chuyan finally came to a conclusion.

The method is rusty.

"Fei Chuyan, I don't specialize in treating bruises and sprains." Gong Beijue looked at her amusedly.

"Didn't you say that you can dislocate it? But people who are really skilled will not think that you are in such pain just now, so I say that your technique is rusty."

"Fei Chuyan, try to take the arm back abruptly!"

Gong Beijue glared at her fiercely.

This damn woman dares to laugh at him!

"I don't want to try. My arm is fine."

Fei Chuyan stretched out his arms and shook them in front of him.

Gong Beijue grabbed her arm with one hand and was thrown behind him.

Behind.

Fei Chuyan let out a low voice in pain, being suppressed by him and unable to move.

"Gong Beijue, what are you doing? It hurts so much. Let go."

(End of this chapter)