Chapter 278 Who Hurt Her
Fu Zheng carried Wen Liang into the car, put her in the back seat, and looked at her carefully.
His forehead was slightly red, with two band-aids haphazardly applied. His left cheek was red and swollen, with five clear fingerprints on it, and his right foot...
He lifted Wen Liang's right foot and wanted to take off the boot. Wen Liang wanted to retract his foot, but he held down his calf.
After taking off the boots, even through the socks, you can still see the swelling on your ankles.
In short, the whole person looked very embarrassed.
Fu Zheng's eyes were deep, and he asked in a calm voice, "What happened? How did you get these injuries? Who hit you?"
Wen Liang was silent for a few seconds, "Don't worry about it."
"Warm and cool!"
Facing Fu Zheng's questioning gaze, Wen Liang turned his head away and closed his eyes.
Fu Zheng: "..."
He was helpless and angry.
If she doesn't tell him, then he won't know?
Who on earth could make her suffer injustice and then hide it for that person?
Fu Zheng didn't drink a drop of alcohol at the social event. The secretary who helped him block the drinking had been sent back. He drove to the hospital, carried Wen Liang to the orthopedics department first, put her on a chair, and explained his purpose.
The doctor lifted his cool right foot and gently pressed on the red and swollen area, assessing the situation. "Does it hurt here?"
Wen Liang said, "A little bit."
"Here?"
"One thing, doctor, you press lightly. If you press too hard, it might hurt."
"Oh, I'll press harder then." The doctor said with a smile.
Wen Liang didn't take it seriously, thinking the doctor was joking. But the next second, the doctor fixed her ankle and pressed hard on it.
"ah……"
I was caught off guard and the physiological pain made me shed tears.
Fu Zheng quickly supported her and held one of her hands. "Does it hurt?"
Wen Liang's eyes were filled with tears, "Hmm..."
It hurts so much.
Looking at her red eyes and aggrieved expression, Fu Zheng couldn't help laughing.
Wen Liang pulled her hand back from him.
He's still laughing?!
The doctor put down his cool ankle and said, "Try walking on the ground. Does it still hurt?"
Wen Liang carefully placed his right foot on the ground, stood up with the help of the table, limped two steps, slowly shifted the center of gravity from his left foot to his right foot, walked slowly to the door, and then walked back.
She smiled and said, "It seems to be pain-free now. Thank you, doctor!"
The doctor said, "You're welcome. As long as it doesn't hurt anymore, I'm fine."
As for the wound on her forehead, the doctor treated it, put a square piece of gauze on it, and prescribed some medicine.
Back in the car, Fu Zheng fastened his seat belt and asked, "Shall I take you home?"
"How about you take me to the restaurant? My car is still there..."
"Give me the key and I'll have someone drive it back to you tomorrow."
"Okay, Fanfan is at the old house, let's go pick her up first."
Fu Zheng turned and went to the old house.
Wen Liang picked up his phone and looked through the WeChat group for the photography course.
There happens to be a photography class tonight.
Wen Liang asked for leave from the teaching assistant.
The class hadn't ended yet at this time, and there weren't many people talking in the WeChat group. They must be attending class seriously.
Fu Zheng parked the car in front of the old house. The two got out together, went in to talk to the old lady for a while, and then took Fu Shifan out.
When we were almost at Wenliang Community, she said, "Just stop at the east gate."
You can only stop by the roadside there, not for a long time.
Fu Zheng could clearly see what Wen Liang meant. She just treated him as a driver and let him go after dropping him off.
He said, "No, that's too far from your unit and it's too cold outside. It's better to park directly in the underground garage."
“Not far actually…”
Fu Zheng drove into the underground garage without saying a word.
Wen Liang curled his lips and said nothing.
For the sake of his help tonight, let him go up.
After parking the car, Fu Zheng pushed the door open and got out, then followed Wen Liang and Fu Shifan into the elevator.
Arriving at the large flat, Wenliang took off his boots, took out his cell phone, hung his down jacket on the hook next to him, and went straight to the kitchen.
There are frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, and I’m going to make some for myself when it’s warm.
Fu Zheng stood at the kitchen door, saw her movements, and said, "I was too busy talking at the social event tonight and didn't eat much. Make me some dumplings, please."
Wen Liang turned around and glared at him.
Fu Zheng smiled and turned back to the living room.
Suddenly, Wen Liang's cell phone on the table rang.
Fu Zheng walked over and took a look. It was a WeChat message.
When the screen is locked, you can only see the note that the person who sent the message is Dongzhe, but you can't see the specific message.
Fu Shifan told Fu Zheng that Dongzhe was the photographer for the photography class of Wenliangbao, and she also planned to go on a field trip with Dongzhe.
But Zhu Fan and Fu Shifan would also follow. Fu Zheng didn't think much about it, he just felt that Wen Liang really wanted to learn photography.
"Come in and get the bowl!"
Wenliang's voice came from the kitchen.
Fu Zheng walked in, came out with a bowl in each hand, and placed them on the table.
Wen Liang followed behind, holding chopsticks and a bowl filled with vinegar and mashed garlic.
The two of them sat on the sofa eating dumplings. Fu Shifan, who was sitting next to them, became more and more greedy as she watched. Finally, Fu Zheng took a clean bowl and picked a few for her.
After dinner, Fu Zheng had no reason to stay here anymore and left reluctantly.
Before leaving, he turned back and reminded her, "Remember to apply medicine to the wound on your forehead on time."
Wen Liang didn't say anything and just closed the door.
With a "click", the door panel appeared in front of Fu Zheng. He touched his nose, took the elevator to the garage, and got into the car. He did not start the car in a hurry, but sent a message to Special Assistant Yang, asking him to check what happened to Wen Liang in the restaurant tonight.
After Wen Liang finished cleaning up the dishes, he snuggled comfortably on the sofa. He picked up his phone and unlocked it, then saw a message from Dongzhe: "Why didn't you come to class tonight?"
Wen Liang replied, "Sorry, I have something to do tonight. I will catch up on the playback."
"Well, there are courseware in the group. If you don't understand, you can ask me."
"Thanks."
Wen Liang thought for a moment and then said, "Zheshen, have you confirmed the time for the field trip you mentioned last time?"
Dongzhe: "Didn't I tell you to call me Dongcheng brother?"
Wen Liang: "Brother Dongcheng."
Dongzhe: "The time hasn't been confirmed yet. What's the matter? Are you having trouble with the schedule?"
"Well, I have something to do in the next month. Currently, I'm only free tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."
Wen Liang glanced at Fu Shifan next to her and prayed that Dongzhe was free in the next three days, otherwise she would have to wait a month, and the little girl couldn't wait that long.
The little girl had a conflict with Fu Qingyue, and she stayed here for so many extra days just to collect folk songs. She didn't want to disappoint the little girl.
"Okay, I have some things on hand, so I'll take care of them tomorrow morning. We'll leave after lunch and stay in Ningqing for two days. Is that okay with you?"
"Okay, thank you, Dongcheng brother!"
Wen Liang looked at Fu Shifan and said, "Fanfan, we're going to collect folk songs tomorrow!"
Fu Shifan looked up from the cartoon and raised his hands happily, "Yeah yeah!"
Wen Liang also informed Tang Shishi and Zhu Fan.
On the morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Liang simply packed his luggage.
Zhu Fan came over with the luggage and they had lunch together. The three adults and Fu Shifan got in a car and headed to the highway intersection.
There was already a black car waiting on the side of the road, and next to it stood a young man wearing a dark plaid coat and a scarf.
Looking at the man from afar, Tang Shishi exclaimed, "Oh my god, that couldn't be Dongzhe, so handsome!"
Wen Liang glanced at the man and looked closely at the license plate number, "Tang, that's the car. Stop over."
Tang Shishi parked her car behind the black car.
Wen Liang pushed the door open and got out of the car, closing it behind him. "Zhe...Brother Dongcheng?"
When she saw the photo in the WeChat group before, she felt that Huo Dongcheng looked a bit like Fu Zheng. No, he was older than Fu Zheng, but it should be said that Fu Zheng looked like him.
Now that I see him in person, I feel that he looks even more like me, especially his eyebrows and eyes, which are exactly the same.
Huo Dongcheng walked over, looked at Wen Liang's familiar face, and smiled, "Aliang."
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