The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Huo Tingshen looked down.

Wen Qing blushed and stubbornly turned around. "Anyway, you don't need to look."

She pressed the checklist into his hand. "I'm going back, or I'm really going to be expelled."

Huo Tingshen smiled at her back, then went up to stop her.

"What now?"

"Of course I want to see a doctor. I know where I'm not feeling well."

"How should I judge that?" Who would come to see a doctor for something like this?

Huo Tingshen had a domineering expression, "Do you want me to carry you, or do you want to obediently follow me?"

Seeing his serious face, she didn't think he was trying to scare her.

After hesitating for a moment, she let out a depressed sigh and followed him to the gynecology department.

The obstetrics and gynecology director examined her personally.

She lay on the examination bed, unspeakably embarrassed.

Luckily, Huo Tingshen didn't follow him inside, otherwise … Madame is too disgraceful.

When the examination was over, the doctor told her to come down and put on her pants.

When she opened the curtain and came out, Huo Tingshen was sitting there.

The doctor said, "Master San, this lady is slightly red and bleeding. She must have suffered some bruises from last night's bed incident."

Wen Qing closed her eyes. She felt utterly humiliated.

Huo Tingshen, on the other hand, was very calm: "What kind of treatment do you need?"

"I will prescribe medicine for her and eat on time when we get back. During this period of time, you have to restrain your sleep schedule. Even if you really need it, try not to use any tools to help you enjoy yourself."

Equipment? Wen Qing wondered. Did he even use tools on her?

She had been half conscious the night before, and there were so many details that she couldn't remember them at all.

So, this man looked gentle and refined, but was he a freak?

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

His beautiful image suddenly collapsed.

What's the use of having a good body, what's the use of being handsome, he's a freak.

After leaving the hospital, Wen Qing snatched the medicine from his hands.

"I won't give you the medical fees, you caused the injury anyway."

She stuffed the medicine back into her bag, "Mr. Huo, let's bid our farewells here. We'll never see each other again."

She turned to go down the steps.

Huo Tingshen smirked, "You tricked me, but what was the reason for your anger in the end?"

Abnormal.

"It's my business."

"In my opinion, what you're angry with is me, so it's a matter of you and me."

Wen Qing was speechless. He really knew how to make a detour.

"If you can't provide a reason, then tomorrow, I hope that Teacher Wen can come to my house at the set time to give Tingren supplementary lessons."

"Like I said, I quit. I quit."

"Then Teacher Wen should also know that I have many ways to make it so that from now on, you will no longer be a tutor."

"Aren't you a bit too much of a bully?"

"Didn't you lie first?"

Wen Qing gritted her teeth in anger and snorted coldly. "Then I want more money."

"Is the Teacher Wen trying to raise the price?"

"That's right."

"Sure, you can have as much as you want, but you'd better not be late."

He went down the steps first.

After a few steps, he stopped and turned to look at her. "What are you angry about?"

She stubbornly looked away.

"Speak."

"I just didn't expect that Mr. Huo, who looked like a modest gentleman, would actually have this kind of hobby."

"This hobby?" "What kind?"

"You … You hurt me when I was in a coma and you're still pretending to be me. "

Huo Tingshen scoffed, "So, you think that you were hurt by the tools?"

"What do you mean by 'think'? The doctor has already said it, I can hear it clearly with my ears."

"The doctor was only guessing that I wouldn't use that kind of nonsense."

"Then how did I get hurt?"

Huo Tingshen raised his eyebrows, turned around and said while walking, "This grandpa's size is big."