Volume 1 Chapter 61 Jing Huailan carries Yaoyao down the mountain
As the old saying goes, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down.
Si Yao ran first.
Jing Huailan strolled leisurely behind her.
Qiao Yin held Wen Suhe's left hand and slowly walked down the mountain with the trekking pole in his right hand.
"Go slowly."
"If you can't walk, I'll carry you."
After walking for a while, they stopped to rest. Wen Suhe looked distressed, "My dear, do you want me to carry you on your back?"
"Why do you want to carry me so badly?"
"I'm afraid you'll be tired."
"Then I'm worried that you'll be tired. Walk slowly and don't be in a hurry." Qiao Yin said cautiously.
She is not as physically strong as Si Yao, nor as energetic as her.
She also didn't want to go down the mountain and have to lie in bed because of the pain in her legs.
"ah--"
Si Yao's exclamation came from the front.
Jing Huailan was the first to arrive in front of Si Yao.
Si Yao was sitting on the steps and sprained her ankle.
She ran too fast and was too careless. She went down two stairs at a time and sprained her ankle without paying attention.
Si Yao was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face. Jing Huailan squatted beside her and laughed at her, which made Si Yao so angry that she punched him.
"You dare to hit me?"
The teardrop mole at the end of Jing Huailan's eye was filled with anger, "Wen Suhe can't carry you. With your feet like this, you still want me to carry you down, and you dare to hit me."
"I don't dare, I was wrong, I just want you to laugh at me..."
"It's quite funny. I saw you running in front, jumping like a monkey." Jing Huailan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "But you're not as flexible as a monkey. Isn't this why you sprained your ankle?"
Si Yao's ankle was visibly swollen.
Wen Suhe opened his backpack, took out the pain-relieving spray and handed it to Jing Huailan.
Jing Huailan had a dark face and sprayed at Si Yao's ankle.
Qiao Yin was also standing beside him, his eyes full of heartache.
It’s right to walk slowly, otherwise she might sprain her ankle.
"I leave it to you."
Wen Suhe took Qiao Yin's hand and left.
Qiao Yin was worried and looked back every few steps.
"Will Jing Huailan not throw Yaoyao there?"
"He looks stinky."
"He's like that." Wen Suhe turned Qiao Yin's face and said, "Keep your eyes on the road. Do you want to sprain your ankle too?"
"In no mood."
Si Yao calmed down for a while. Jing Huailan threw the backpack to her, sighed, squatted down, and said, "Come up."
Fortunately, she had just eaten everything in her bag at the top of the mountain. She put her small backpack into Jing Huailan's backpack, put on his bag, and then climbed onto Jing Huailan's back.
She put her hands on Jing Huailan's shoulders and said, "Mr. Jing, you are such a good person."
Jing Huailan sneered, "Thank you for giving me a chance to be a good person."
"You're welcome."
Jing Huailan almost staggered. Did he really think he was thanking her?
The way young people think nowadays is really unique!
"Miss Si, I carried you down the mountain. How are you going to thank me?"
"Are you treating me to a meal?"
"Do I need a meal from you?"
Si Yao lay on Jing Huailan's back. The pain-relieving spray was quite effective and she didn't feel as painful anymore.
Because of the recent filming, Jing Huailan cut his hair very short, and the area behind his ears, neck and head looks perfect no matter how you look at him.
A perfect head for sleep.
Jing Huailan’s cold and aloof Buddhist character was initially created because he starred in a costume drama in which he was bald. He didn’t wear a bald head, but had a real shaved head.
He was only 20 years old at that time, playing a cool and handsome young monk. There was a rich lady in the play who liked him and wanted him to return to secular life.
He was tempted, but ultimately chose Buddhism.
The audience thought he was more handsome.
People who are cool and restrained are the most attractive.
Then he got the title of aloof Buddhist.
Jing Huailan started wearing Buddhist beads and never got close to women again.
Not even a scandal.
Whenever he goes out to eat with an actress and is photographed, he will be accused of defiling the pure Buddhist.
The fighting power of Jing Huailan's fans is terrifying.
"You fell asleep?"
"No." Si Yao responded weakly, "I was just thinking, Mr. Jing, you seem to have everything you need. I can only say thank you, thank you very much!"
"Call your assistant and ask her to pick you up at the foot of the mountain."
Si Yao didn't dare, "Can't you take me to the hospital?"
Jing Huailan said coldly, "I take you to the hospital? Do you want us to be photographed, and then the paparazzi will report it online, saying that you are pregnant with my child?"
Those gossips just like to write nonsense.
Going to the hospital is either for a prenatal checkup or for an abortion.
She really didn't dare to go to the hospital with Jing Huailan.
She didn't dare to contact her assistant, and instead of staying at home, she went out to climb the mountain and sprained her ankle.
Will be scolded.
Si Yao lay on Jing Huailan's back and sent a message to the driver at home.
Why.
I feel quite safe on Jing Huailan's back.
There was also a faint scent of sandalwood on him.
Smells good.
Jing Huailan really has the magical power to save all living beings. Si Yao felt particularly at ease and gradually relaxed.
Fell asleep.
Jing Huailan felt the person on his back suddenly become heavier and stopped speechlessly, "Si Yao!"
He roared, and Si Yao woke up immediately, "Going down the mountain?"
"No, you fell asleep."
"Well, ah? Is that so?" Si Yao hooked her arm around his neck, "No, my ankle still hurts!"
"Give me the water."
Si Yao fumbled around and took out a bottle of mineral water from the side of her backpack. She unscrewed the cap and brought it to Jing Huailan's mouth.
"How about you take a break?"
Jing Huailan put Si Yao directly on the ground. He tilted his head back to drink water. Clear water overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a drop of water slid across his protruding Adam's apple.
Si Yao licked her lips. Blaspheming Buddhists is a crime!
Jing Huailan drank the water and lowered his head. Si Yao started switching buttons frantically on his phone, trying to cover up his mistake.
Pretend not to look at Jing Huailan.
Jing Huailan was almost dying of heat.
He understood why Wen Suhe called him.
Called to do coolie work.
That bastard only cares about his wife.
He was tricked.
Jing Huailan narrowed his eyes, "Did you sprain your ankle on purpose because you didn't want to go down the mountain?"
"Why don't you say that I sprained my ankle on purpose because I wanted you to carry me on your back?"
Jing Huailan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Is that so~"
That meaningful smile made Si Yao's head numb.
"No! It's fake!" Si Yao lowered her head, "I just walked fast, it wasn't intentional."
Who wants to get hurt?
I'm not a masochist.
After resting for a while, Jing Huailan carried Si Yao down the mountain again.
When they got down the mountain, Wen Suhe and Qiao Yin were waiting for them in the car.
Si Yao’s driver also arrived.
"Miss!"
"Miss, is your foot okay?"
"Thank you, sir, for carrying my lady down the mountain!"
The driver was busy, but no one knew what he was busy with.
After opening the car door, Jing Huailan threw Si Yao into the car, picked up his backpack, said "you're welcome" nonchalantly, and left after sending Si Yao to the hospital.
The driver was also very obedient and drove away quickly.
Si Yao always felt that something was wrong, with the phone in her hand.
Shouldn't there be?
Halfway through the drive, Si Yao exclaimed.
Her backpack!
never mind.
Just an empty backpack.
Si Yao weakly sent a message to Jing Huailan: Well, my backpack seems to be in your bag, so I won’t bother you to return it to me. You can do with it whatever you want, even throw it away.
Thank you for carrying me!
Words were not enough to express her gratitude, so she sent a cute emoticon.
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