"Oh!" Fu Ti was about to ask what was going on when she saw Wen Lan covering the wound with his dirty hands. This little obsession with cleanliness tickled Fu Ti's heart!
"Take your hands off me," he said.
"Ah? Uh... it hurts..." Wen Lan had a conflicted expression.
"If dirt gets into the wound, it will become inflamed and even more painful!" Fu Ti said these caring words in a stern voice.
Those who knew him knew he was rigid. But Wen Lan, who had just arrived and didn't know Fu Ti, found his seriousness a bit scary.
Seeing Wen Lan remained silent out of grievance, Fu Ti also felt a little guilty. After all, he was the one who knocked the person down. As a gentleman, he should apologize and help.
"Come with me to the infirmary." Fu Ti said and reached out to support Wen Lan.
Subconsciously, Wen Lan took a step back to avoid it, but immediately felt something was wrong: "Um... I can go by myself, President Fu will help you... that team leader..."
"I'm on my lunch break! Tell your team leader to go wherever you want!"
"Ah?" Well! Wen Lan was stunned again by what he said.
"Ahem!" Realizing he was upset and losing his composure, Fu Ti coughed dryly and softened his voice to explain, "I was saying, it was lunch break, and I bumped into you and caused you to be injured. I feel bad, and I hope Miss Wen will let me make amends."
"Puff!" Wen Lan laughed, "Assistant Fu is so ancient in his speech!"
"Ancient? What's ancient?" Fu Ti didn't understand. "Why can't I understand what you young people are saying now?"
"Assistant Fu isn't that old, is he?" Wen Lan counted on his fingers, "Only eight years older than me! Ageless! In the prime of life! Except..."
"Um?"
"Hehe..." Wen Lan was frightened by this serious "Hmm?" and wondered if he had said too much again.
"explain!"
"Then don't be angry, please!" Seeing Fu Ti nod, she said, "Except for the way he speaks, he sounds a bit like a middle-aged uncle!"
"Middle-aged...uncle?" Fu Ti was about to cry. It turned out that in the eyes of little girls, he was a middle-aged uncle! No wonder he couldn't find a partner! It seems that everyone loves "fresh meat" nowadays.
Glancing at Fu Ti's expression, Wen Lan comforted the pitiful Fu Ti instead: "Uncle is uncle! Look at people in Korea, they are so happy to call him uncle! There's an Agassi here and there!"
"Who is Agassi? Why are there so many?" Fu Ti used Erlengzi's skills to their full potential.
"Huh?" Wen Lan was quite enlightened. "Oh no! That's not it! Agassi means uncle in Korean!"
"Oh! Miss Wen is indeed a translator, she has a real talent for languages!" What the hell is going on? Can we still have a pleasant conversation?
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