In the hospital, outside another single ward on the same floor, Wang Chao led Zhu Dandan away, who looked a little unhappy.
In the single room, Pan Bo walked in with his hands in his pockets, grinning...
"Sister Miao~"
Pan Bo called out tentatively, cautiously poking his head into the ward.
When he got inside and saw that there were no family members in the room, Pan Bo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, no one is here! It feels so good! Brother Miao!"
Being able to easily call Wen Miao "Brother Miao" made Pan Bo feel comfortable.
Pan Bo also felt comfortable treating Wen Miao as a boy.
However, when Pan Bo walked to the bedside, he was surprised to find that Wen Miao was looking in the mirror.
The wounds on her neck and behind her ears had already partially scabbed over. She was lifting the gauze to examine her wounds. Although they had stopped bleeding and were healing well, the wounds were so large, she wondered if they would leave scars.
"Brother Miao?"
Pan Bo leaned over from the other side of her and looked at her in the mirror.
Wen Miao knew he was coming, but he just glanced at him lightly, his mind still on the wound, "Fatty, do you think I will be left with a big scar?"
Pan Bo carefully examined her wound. It was indeed very close to her face, a large area...
"It's okay, Brother Miao. A few scars are enough to help me inherit your martial arts school!" Pan Bo said.
After saying that, Wen Miao raised his fist and punched him in the chest, roaring angrily, "Get out!"
"Hehe~"
Pan Bo was neither anxious nor angry. Instead, he smiled and nudged Wen Miao's arm with his elbow. "Brother Miao, you are such a man, and you still care about such a small detail? Brother Feng's back has a large area of rotten flesh from the burn, especially the back of his neck. It was really scary, but he didn't care!"
"I'm different from him!" She is a girl!
Wen Miao thought angrily.
However, Wen Miao knew that it was impossible to convince Pan Bo, so he thought about it and stopped talking.
She simply slowly put the gauze back on and properly re-applied it before putting down the mirror and turning to him, "What are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?"
"How could that be! I care about you!"
Pan Bo smiled and sat down on Wen Miao's bed. He quickly took out an apple from his pocket and wiped it with his hands. "I brought this apple from Brother Feng's ward. I kept it with me all the way here and came here specially to honor Brother Miao."
Wen Miao glanced at Apple with disdain. "I didn't even think of buying a fruit basket when I came to see you. I even went to someone else's ward to take it. Isn't that embarrassing?"
Although he said this, Wen Miao still took the apple, not caring whether it was washed or not, and took a bite of it directly.
The big red apple is so sweet that it seems to be sweet enough to penetrate deep into one’s heart once one puts it in one’s mouth.
Wen Miao bit the crisp apple, looked up at Pan Bo's pleasing round face, and smiled.
"Is it sweet?" Pan Bo asked.
"Sweet." Wen Miao replied.
"Brother Feng, those are all good stuff. If you like them, I'll go get some later." Pan Bo narrowed his eyes and smiled naively.
"Can't you just buy me a basket?" Wen Miao frowned and said with disdain.
"I'm a bit short on cash lately. I'll play games for a few hours tonight and earn some extra money to buy it for you."
Pan Bo responded with a smile, took the mirror from Wen Miao, and smoothed his hair in front of the mirror.
Wen Miao, who was beside him, bit an apple and glared at him, unable to help but tsk tsk, "He's not very good-looking, yet he's so narcissistic."
"I'm not tall yet?"
Pan Bo asked her back, nudging her with his elbow, "Hey, you're touching your flat chest and talking to me. Am I not good-looking? I'm just a little bit stronger at best, but my facial features are so good-looking! Not much worse than Brother Feng!"
Wen Miao bit his apple and nodded, saying sullenly, "So you're a low-profile version of Huo Feng. You're okay on your own, but if you stand next to Huo Feng, you won't look good."
"Hey, hey, are you trying to sow discord?"
Pan Bo raised a finger and pointed at Wen Miao, "Brother Feng and I have a good relationship! You can't create any rift between us just by provoking us like this!"
"Who instigated it?"
Wen Miao was amused. "I was obviously talking about your looks, not Huo Feng's. You're the one trying to change the subject!"
"Stop, stop Brother Miao. Brother Feng and I look so much like each other. If you insult me, you are insulting Brother Feng. If you dare to say another word, I will go to Brother Feng and sue you!" Pan Bo pointed at her.
"Then you can sue..."
Wen Miao wasn't afraid to pout, "Huo Feng won't admit that you look like him."
"Um……"
Pan Bo touched his chin and nodded, "That's true. Brother Feng always thought he looked like Wang Junkai, Yi Yangqianxi, Wu Lei, Liu Haoran and other young and handsome guys..."
"Ha ha……"
Wen Miao couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Then he's overthinking it!"
“Right!”
Pan Bo clapped his hands. "I also think he's overthinking it! Great minds think alike, Brother Miao!"
For a moment, the two of them were in perfect harmony. The atmosphere in the ward instantly became cheerful, and Wen Miao's mood brightened...
Wen Miao has a lot of male friends around her, so many that they almost swallow her up.
However, the only person who really made her feel that she had development prospects was Pan Bo.
She has always hoped to find an outstanding boy to help her run her family's martial arts school.
Because she wants to spread her family's martial arts school around the world, her most promising plan for the future is to run her own martial arts school and open it in other cities.
In this case, her martial arts school needs a male owner.
Pan Bo is a nice guy.
In addition to being good in many aspects, he can actually make Wen Miao happy.
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