Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Xiao Yiyan groaned, grabbed Gu Chuyan's arm with her small hands, put her face in her arms, and whispered: "It hurts, it hurts a little."

"Your foot is not sprained at all, it was stung by a poisonous insect." Wen Lao said.

His words frightened Xiao Yiyan, and she said: "Poisonous insect?"

"I just fell into a pit, and I didn't see any poison. How could I be stung by poisonous insects?" Xiao Yiyan whispered.

Looking back on the situation at that time, there was really nothing suspicious about it.

"But luckily it has been disinfected and treated, otherwise your feet would be useless." Wen Lao said.

Gu Chuyan watched him prick her foot and let out some blood. The blood was indeed dark red and had a fishy smell. Xiao Yichu woke up from the smell.

"What does it smell like?" She opened her eyes.

Seeing Xiao Yiyan's ankle being pricked and bleeding, her eyes fell on the blood.

"This blood is poisonous," she said.

When Wen Lao heard her words, he immediately became happy.

"Not only is it poisonous, it's also very deep." Wen Lao said, but he was very confident in his medical skills. The poison wouldn't trouble him. As long as he drained the blood and applied some medicine, he would be cured in less than three days.

After taking care of Xiao Yiyan's wounds, she started drinking wine.

"It's over. I wonder if Wenshui and Tianjing are divorced." Gu Chuyan suddenly remembered the business.

One sentence made Wen Lao spurt out the wine from his mouth, and he choked.

"What did you just say?" he said in disbelief.

I asked this child, "Is it possible that if he doesn't get beaten for three days, he will go to the house to build a house?"

"Wenshui and Tianjing were having an argument and were about to argue for a divorce." Gu Chuyan said, but Wen Lao ran faster than her and turned around and disappeared.

I originally wanted to take a ride, but now I can only stand there and watch.

Inside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Feng Tianjing asked someone to get her marriage certificate and strode in. Wenshui walked slowly, hesitantly, and glanced at her from time to time.

"Little Phoenix." Wenshui was a little timid.

She walked very firmly and said to him: "Hurry up, otherwise you will be off work later."

The more anxious Feng Tianjing became, the more panicked she became when asking for water.

"I'll wait until the afternoon after get off work." Wenshui said spinelessly.

Along the way, he had lost half of his anger. Now he regretted what he said before and wanted to take it back, but he didn't know what to do because of his face.

"I don't have time to wait. I got divorced and I have to go see Xiaoliu later." Feng Tianjing said emotionlessly.

She was very concerned about Xiao Yichu's high fever.

"Are you coming back for Xiaoliu?" Wenshui's heart sank.

He was once charming, but she didn't look at him, and Xiaoliu fell ill when she came back, so who was he? Not even as good as a lover?

"Otherwise? Do you think I will come back and divorce you with nothing to do?" Feng Tianjing said.

She still remembered the scene when he rushed towards her with a knife. Although it was a beautiful misunderstanding, she didn't want this to happen again.

Wenshui pursed her thin lips and sat aside.

"There are 6 more pairs ahead, and they can be processed within half an hour." She took the number, walked over and said to him.

He glanced at the divorce hall and saw some men and women with expressionless faces, as if they had never been in love. They were particularly cold and even impatient.

There was only a pair of young lovers who were silent there. The woman kept crying, but the man looked away and ignored them.

"Hey, I have a stomachache," Wenshui said.

He stood up holding his stomach and walked towards the bathroom.

Wenshui sat on the toilet, smoking a cigarette, losing himself in the smoke, squinting his peach blossom eyes, looking at the ceiling in a daze.