The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Wen Qing was carried out of the hospital by Huo Tingshen.

The doctor said, after the ankle swelling, you must be careful, because after a twist, it is easy to be twisted again.

After applying the medicine, she originally wanted to limp and jump out, but he directly picked her up and brought her out of the hospital in front of everyone's eyes.

Wen Qing buried her face in his chest the whole time.

It wasn't because he was moved, but because he was afraid of losing face.

Returning to the Huo Family, he carried her into Butler Tong's bedroom in front of him and said to him, "Have Tingren come here and look for Teacher Wen for supplementary lessons in the future. Also, from tomorrow on, arrange for Old Chen to send you off until her legs are healed."

"Mr. Huo, my leg isn't that heavy. I don't need to trouble you anymore, and …"

"You got a sprain because you went to di

er with me. I should be in charge. Butler Tong, take good care of Teacher Wen. "

He left her room.

Butler Tong replied respectfully: "Yes, Master San."

Wen Qing truly felt the pressure.

The next day, Mr. Chen sent her to the school gate.

The moment she got off the car, she saw Bai Nancheng and his Porsche at the school gate.

Many passing students were secretly taking pictures of the Porsche.

Bai Nancheng ignored her and walked towards Wen Qing.

Wen Qing looked away and took the walking stick from Mr. Chen.

"Mr. Chen, you can go back first. I'll go in myself."

Mr. Chen got on the car and left. Bai Nancheng also walked over.

Looking at the bandages on her legs, his face was full of worry. "Little Qing, what happened to your feet?"

"I accidentally fell." Her expression was calm.

"Does it hurt?" He bent down and was about to check when she turned away.

"It doesn't hurt."

Seeing how distant she was from him, he stood up and looked at her. "Are you still angry at your big brother?"

Wen Qing lowered her gaze. "What's there to be angry about?"

Bai Nancheng sighed, and held her shoulders: "Alright, Xiao Qing, I know that my tone wasn't good yesterday, but after you left in such an angry ma

er, I feel really bad, you are my precious sister, do you understand?"

Seeing his sad expression, Wen Qing also felt sad in her heart.

After all, in the Bai Family, only Bai Nancheng considered himself to be a relative.

She was about to say something when her cell phone rang.

She took the phone out of her bag and looked at it.

It was an unmarked string of familiar yet unfamiliar numbers.

She glanced at Bai Nancheng, turned around and picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Take some time to see me today."

"Mister, you must have called the wrong number. I don't know you."

"Gratitude," the other person berated. "Do you still have some rules? How dare you speak to me like that?"

I'm called Wen Qing. When my mother wanted to give me a place to stay, and asked me to change my name to Bai Qing, Mr. Bai strongly opposed it, so I hope that Mr. Bai can correct your mistake in addressing me. Also, please don't call me again.

She hung up.

Bai Nancheng looked at her with a bit of worry: "It's Dad, right?"

"I don't have a father. Also, your surname is Bai and my surname is Wen, stop saying that I'm your little sister and don't come look for me again. I don't want to have anything to do with you Bai Family people anymore."