Yan Mingshun was like no one, it was easier than on the flat ground, he smiled at Wu Mei, his lips moved, and he said something silently, Wu Mei understood.

"Does it hurt?"

Wu Mei's eyes were red inexplicably, and she was aggrieved, Yan Mingshun asked this, didn't it just invite her to tears!

Wu Mei nodded vigorously, changed his previous subtlety, and suddenly wanted to vent his grievances in front of Yan Mingshun, looking at Yan Mingshun pitifully, his eyes were as red as rabbits.

Yan Mingshun was a little flustered, it seems that this stupid girl is not lightly injured, he can't sit still, his legs moved, and he was about to jump over, Wu Mei was startled, the big camphor tree must be at least one or two meters away from her room, in case she falls, it's not for fun.

Wu Mei didn't dare to scream, for fear of being heard by Wu Zhengsi in the living room, so he just kept waving his hand and asked Yan Mingshun to stop jumping.

Yan Mingshun smiled mischievously, and his body was slightly vertical, like an ape, and he deftly verticalized to the sewer pipe, without even making a sound, which was easier than Spider-Man.

Wu Mei covered his mouth tightly, and when he saw that Yan Ming was smooth, he put his heart down, let go of his hand, and let out a long breath.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are not many people walking on the playground anymore, and Wu Mei's room is far away from the street lamp, and there are big camphor trees blocking it, the light is very dim, and no one will find a big living person lying on the sewer pipe at all.

Yan Ming breathed a sigh of relief, his body slowly moved down, and after a short time, he came to Wu Mei's window, took a step with long legs, stepped in easily, and jumped to the ground under Wu Mei's stunned, smiling at her.

"Which leg is sprained? Let me see. Yan Mingshun said softly.

Wu Mei blinked, shook his head and said, "I didn't sprain it, I let the needle prick it." ”

Yan Mingshun's complexion changed slightly, his brows were furrowed tightly, and he looked down at Wu Mei's left foot, because he was wrapped in thick gauze, and he didn't even wear socks on his feet, he knew it at a glance.

It must be a skin injury treated like this, and the sprain does not need to be wrapped in gauze at all, how can Yan Houde make such a mistake, no wonder after so many years, he is still just staying on the deputy director, and there is no improvement at all.

"How did you get a needle prick? Aren't you attending a school show? Yan Mingshun was very puzzled.

How can you step on a nail when you dance in a good way?

Wu Mei's eyes were red again, her nose was sour, she sniffed, flattened her mouth and said: "Someone deliberately sprinkled pins in my shoes, I didn't finish all of them, and I didn't find any left, so I pricked them when I danced." ”

Yan Mingshun's brows furrowed even tighter, and the nameless fire in his heart rushed up, and asked in a deep voice, "You finished dancing?" ”

Wu Mei sniffed again and nodded.

"Are you stupid? Jumping with a needle in your foot? What have you done to your feet? Yan Mingshun lifted Wu Mei's mummy-like left foot, and poked the wound unceremoniously, so painful that Wu Mei's tears flowed down, and he glared at the murderer accusatory.

"Know it hurts? Why don't you know how it hurts when you dance? ”

Yan Mingshun didn't know why he was so angry, Qi Wumei didn't care about his body, and he was even more angry with the murderer who put the needle, and he was also a little angry with himself.

In short, he was so angry that he was inexplicably angry, in fact, he knew that he was distressed!

It's just that he doesn't want to admit it!