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Xiao Wen Ning had thought of several possible outcomes before doing this. In the few days they had been together, Han Yao had basically not spoken a word except for the first few questions. He didn't know whether all the bodyguards were taciturn or whether Han Yao was the only one who was like a wooden man.
As the saying goes, even a clay man has some earthiness in him. He had been taking advantage of Han Yao openly and secretly for so many days, but Han Yao didn't react at all.
Is Xiao Wen Ning the kind of person who pretends to fall just to see other people's bodies?
Young Master Xiao judged himself, and it was true.
Of course, the physical body is very important, but the human nature must also be seen clearly. Although he is just a bodyguard, he is handsome, so it is very necessary to understand him.
He sat on the ground and raised his head, wanting to see how Han Yao, who was soaked, would react. Xiao Wen Ning thought to himself: If he dares to hit me, I can only cry and beg for mercy.
In the end, Han Yao just looked at him quietly for a while, carried him to the toilet lid again, and turned to leave.
Xiao Wen Ning held the shower head and looked at the door, wanting to know what was going on in the head of this piece of wood.
Xiao Wen Ning stood up from the toilet lid and took a shower. He thought that Han Yao would not come in to help him again today. After taking a shower, he put on his pajamas and prepared to jump out.
Young Master Xiao lived to be twenty-eight, but he had never understood the meaning of "suffering the consequences of one's own actions" so thoroughly.
Although his injury was not serious, he was really lame. In the slippery bathroom, even people with nimble legs had to walk very carefully. He was a lame man on one leg and wanted to jump out. He really overestimated himself.
After faking falls several times, he finally got his comeuppance. He landed on his good leg and almost became paralyzed. He lay on the ground groaning for a while, but he really couldn't get up.
Young Master Xiao was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. He called Han Yao twice, but got no response.
Xiao Wen Ning tried for a while and finally gave up. He lay on the ground and prepared to leave it to fate, thinking that at worst he could sleep here for a night. Han Yao would definitely look for him tomorrow.
But his leg really hurts. With the new and old injuries combined, Young Master Xiao feels that he might become paralyzed on one side of his body.
He didn't know how long he lay there when he suddenly heard a steady sound of footsteps. He raised his head and shouted at the top of his voice: "Han Yao!!"
Han Yao seemed to be looking for him outside. When he heard the shout, he came over and opened the door. Xiao Wen Ning was smiling and was about to flatter him when he saw Han Yao holding two thick wooden sticks and a hacksaw in a plastic bag.
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The more panicked Young Master Xiao became, the calmer he became. His expression suddenly turned cold: "Were you sent by Xiao Wenhao?"
Han Yao walked up to Xiao Wen Ning in leather boots, holding a wooden stick and a hacksaw, and looked down at him. Just as Xiao Wen Ning was about to try to say something to save his life, he felt his body lighten and was carried on Han Yao's shoulders back to the room.
Han Yao threw the man onto the bed, looked at the bruise on his leg, turned around and went out again. After a while, he came back with a small medicine box in his hand.
The things are not from Xiao Wen Ning's house, they should be brought by Han Yao himself.
Xiao Wen Ning finally let go of his worry. He felt a little sorry for his suspicion. He looked at Han Yao seriously and said, "I misunderstood you."
Han Yao threw the medicine box beside him nonchalantly and said calmly, "Deal with it yourself."
Xiao Wen Ning thanked him, took the medicine box and secretly glanced at Han Yao who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with a wooden stick.
Han Yao took out a hacksaw and cut off a portion of each of the two long sticks. Then he pulled a steel nail from the bag and drove it through the wood with his bare hands, securing the extra wood horizontally in the middle. In less than ten minutes, he had a simple wooden crutch. He placed it on the ground and poked it a few times; it felt quite sturdy.
Xiao Wen Ning rubbed his injured leg with medicated oil while watching Han Yao make crutches for him.
Only after he finished did Han Yao fold his long legs and stand up from the sofa. Xiao Wen Ning had been promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis for a long time. Seeing Han Yao coming over, he returned the medicine box to him. Han Yao took it and without waiting for him to say anything, he casually leaned the finished wooden crutch against the headboard. He glanced at Xiao Wen Ning and said in a somewhat cold voice, "Use this from now on."
After saying this, without waiting for a reply, he turned around and walked out. Young Master Xiao looked at the door and then at the crutch.
I praised it from the bottom of my heart: It’s really cool.
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