"6 Fancheng is my good friend. I can't knock myself into a shell. No one pretends not to know each other and ignore anyone." Tang Buhuai shook his head gently, "I can't do this for you."

"How am I?" Murong Jinyan muttered in a low voice after hearing Tang Buhuai. Although she tried her best to lower her voice, she could not escape his ears at all.

"No, nothing..." Murong Jinyan is actually the kind of person who has no friends since childhood. He deals with people in the army all day long, but it is limited to the relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Can Tang Buhua still not know him? He didn't know the most pleasant feeling of being together between friends.

"What you mean is that I should be like you, laughing all day long, finding friends to surround you, and then losing the majesty that I should have?" Murong Jinyan asked her.

"Where is there! Will friends lose their majesty? Then your understanding is too narrow!" Tang Buhua said seriously.

At this time, the two of them had already walked out of the radio gate. Murong Jinyan unlocked the car, opened the car door, and let Tang Buhuai in.

"Ah, hiss..." Tang Buhua suddenly frowned slightly, and involuntarily shrank his legs back, feeling a stinging sensation on his ankles.

She felt cold.

"What's wrong?" Murong Jinyan heard Tang Buhuai's whimpering sound, and hurriedly bent down and pulled her legs up, "How is it?"

"Well... it doesn't matter much." Tang Buhuai shook his head quickly, as if he was afraid that Murong Jinyan would see something, "It doesn't matter."

How could Murong Jinyan not understand Tang Buhuai’s meaning? This little guy was afraid that he would not allow her to participate in the opening dance after he was sure that her leg was injured.

However... Murong Jinyan did do this.

"Look at your legs, is it severely injured? What if it hurts the bone? I don't allow you to do it perfunctorily, do you know?" Murong Jinyan's voice still had no ups and downs, but Tang Buhua knew that his words were not to be rejected by others.

Tang Buhuai could only allow Murong Jinyan to carefully pull her legs over to check.

Murong Jinyan's palm was very hot. He held her fair and clean ankle and moved it gently.

Tang Buhua's little face wrinkled and he exclaimed softly: "Be gentle."

"Well..." Murong Jinyan nodded, "Fortunately, I didn't hurt the bones, but I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow morning."

"I still have to go rehearsal!" Tang Buhua shook his head vigorously, refusing to do so.

"What did you say?" Murong Jinyan raised his hand and knocked her forehead hard, "If you have the ability, please say it again."

"I...I said I still have to go rehearsal..."

What's wrong with saying this? It's impossible to rehearse?!

"You have such feet, and you still want to rehearse?" Murong Jinyan's face darkened, "If you can go, I will catch you back!"

"Well... Brother Jinyan, don't you have to be so strict, right?" Tang Buhua sighed, "But if I don't go, my efforts today will be in vain."
Chapter completed!