Outright Favoritism Chapter 159: : Zhong Jiugong broke his wrist

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The visitor is Jiugong’s apprentice, Mo Qi.

Li Qiao and them haven't seen each other for a while since the end of the last funeral.

Mo Qi is standing by the high chair, smiling, very happy.

Li Qiao looked behind him, faintly greeting, "Senior brother came by himself?"

"No, today we have a classmate gathering. After dinner, everyone will come to the bar and sit together." Mo Qi said, pointing to a box behind him.

In the half-open box door, you can vaguely see seven or eight people sitting inside, both men and women.

Li Qiao retracted her gaze and shook her finger against the base of the wine glass. "How is the teacher?"

"Uh--" Mo Qi was dumb, as if he didn't expect Li Qiao to suddenly ask the teacher about the current situation.

And his performance immediately attracted Li Qiao's attention.

She tilted her head to look at the strange reaction of Mo Qi, raising her eyebrows lightly, her expression fading a lot.

In the past few years, Li Qiao followed Zhong Jiugong to learn about the culture of enshrinement, and the relationship between the two is also a teacher and friend.

In her heart, the weight of Jiu Gong is very heavy.

At this moment, Mo Qi's reaction fell into Li Qiao's eyes, and there must be a problem without thinking about it.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Li Qiao stood up impatiently, "Can't say it? I can see it by myself."

"Xiao Li, don't..." Mo Qi grabbed her arm when he was nervous, "I said."

Li Qiao broke away quietly and raised her chin.

Mo Qi pulled Li Qiao gently, and the two came to the corner of the quiet bar. When standing, he pretended to say relaxedly: "Actually, the teacher was accidentally injured the day before yesterday, but it's nothing serious. I’m too worried, it’s all fine."

These words are perfunctory.

Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi without an instant, and said every word: "What hurt?"

Mo Qi's breath condensed, "Just...Oh, Xiaoli, let me tell you the truth, I didn't let me tell you about the teacher's injury."

He looked at Li Qiao, then bowed his head in annoyance, "I knew I wouldn't say hello to you just now."

Li Qiao's patience is gone.

The cold little deer glanced at Mo Qi, turned and left.

At this moment, Mo Qi hurriedly caught up with her, lowered his voice and whispered: "It's the teacher's wrist...broken."

Li Qiao's steps stopped in an instant, her eyes gleaming.

Zhong Jiugong is the golden medalist of Nanyang, and the soul of the funeral culture.

He relies on this craft, and his hands are a symbol of his status.

Broken your wrist, it's not trivial!

Probably seeing Li Qiao’s doubts, Mo Qi scratched his head, “I don’t know what’s going on. The day before yesterday I went to the teacher’s funeral shop to look for him. It's all swollen, and my wrists are still hanging weirdly.

The teacher said that he accidentally broke it by moving the thing himself, but I asked the doctor, and the doctor said...the teacher had a serious bruise on his wrist, like a violent blow. "

Mo Qi explained the ins and outs, lowering his head and blaming himself.

If the teacher knew that he had told Xiaoli about the injury, would he be expelled from the teacher?

After all, he kept telling himself not to speak out.

But... Faced with Xiao Li's frosty expression, he... couldn't help it.

At this moment, Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, covering the turbulent waves under her eyes.

The light effects of the bar swept across her face from time to time, a little bit bewildered.

"Which hospital does the teacher live in?"

Mo Qi raised his head in a daze, looking at the expressionless Li Qiao, and pursing the corners of his mouth, "The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University."